<?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-1418073716286803782</id><updated>2011-11-18T17:48:40.394+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The apples 'n' gravy blog</title><subtitle type='html'>The... oh, fuck you just read it</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-3642536676895546363</id><published>2010-10-23T19:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T19:08:07.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Question to Notch</title><content type='html'>Just a quick question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to lead a Minecart Track into a Hell Gate, and continue the track on the other side, would you be riding the cart when you emerged on the other side, or would you just be walking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the latter, can/will you fix that any time soon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-3642536676895546363?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/3642536676895546363/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2010/10/question-to-notch.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/3642536676895546363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/3642536676895546363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2010/10/question-to-notch.html' title='Question to Notch'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-762361516560115158</id><published>2010-05-08T23:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:57:14.172+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fallen Angel</title><content type='html'>"And I never want to see you again!", the guardian angel shouted.&lt;br /&gt;Anton, the only angel who had lost his wings due to loving a human, slowly walked towards the dropdown to Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Falling.&lt;br /&gt;Falling.&lt;br /&gt;So much falling.&lt;br /&gt;"The landing's gonna hurt a lot", Anton thought. But it didn't. Apparently you can't hurt yourself during the dopdown.&lt;br /&gt;He landed in the middle of a field somewhere. He slowly rose up and started to walk in a straight way to a road he saw in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hop in!". A car had stopped. In it there was a man in his early forties. And some pig. Anton jumped onto the back of the car. It started making coughing sounds and clouds of dark smoke rose up towards the sky.&lt;br /&gt;"Hope it hits the guardian angel in the ass", Anton thought, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark outside when he got to the City. He waved goodbye to the man and his pig. "Funny thought, that pigs were originally intended to rule the Earth", he thought to himself. Then the girl popped into his head. "I don't even know her name...". He tried to remember her address.&lt;br /&gt;133 Sevenroad. He didn't know where it was, so he tapped a passerby on the shoulder to ask his for directions. But the man collapsed, dead. "Help", Anton cried.&lt;br /&gt;"Help!"&lt;br /&gt;"Help!"&lt;br /&gt;"For the love of god, help!"&lt;br /&gt;Finally, someone stopped. "What happened?", the man asked, bending down to look at the body and at the same time pulling out his cellphone. As he rose, Anton put his hand on the mans shoulder, answering his question: "I don't know, he just collapse-". The other man collapsed too.&lt;br /&gt;"What's going on here?", Anton thought as he stared at the two dead bodies lying by his feet. Suddenly, he heard the Archangel, chief of all angels, in the back of his head.&lt;br /&gt;"We made it so no human can touch you. If they do, they instantly die". Anton was terrified.&lt;br /&gt;"No!" he cried. People stopped and stared at the strange screaming man standing next to two corpses. Anton didn't care. He can't touched the one person he loves! The one person whom got him thrown out of heaven! Not a kiss, not a hug, nothing!&lt;br /&gt;He himself could probably stand a no-touch relationship. But he wasn't so sure that the woman could. After all, humans have 'cravings'. And he still didn't know where she lives.&lt;br /&gt;Then he heard them. The sirens.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, right, dead people and murder and all that", he thought while looking around for an escape route.&lt;br /&gt;When he finally found one, it was too late. The cops had arrived.&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell is going on? Is this your doing? Answer me!", the cops shouted at him.&lt;br /&gt;Anton thought quickly. He figured he only had one option besides jail. More murder.&lt;br /&gt;In angel like speed, he ran between the two police men and tapped them on the shoulder. Both of the collapsed instantly. And, with people wondering what just happened, he kept running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got to the other end of the City, he saw a newsstand selling maps. As Anton didn't have any money, and the clerk was talking to someone in the back, he just took one while running by. "Thank heavens they let me keep my speed", he thought. "Now, let's see... Sevenroad... there... and 133... there! Now then, where am I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out she was living only a block away from where the massacre had taken place. He figured he should stay at an hotel until the heat had cooled down. He went into a hotel, only to realize it was full of cops. And that he didn't have any money anyhow. He quickly ran out of there, and realized he didn't have any energy left. He quickly came to a halt, as he could die if he ran out of energy. Anton found an overpass a few meters away, and laid down to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he woke up the next morning, he felt energized. He walked out of the overpass, sure that the hazzle had cooled down. The sun was barely up. He only could have slept for an hour or two.&lt;br /&gt;As the overpass had been at the edge of the City, he started walking towards the heart of it. As he rounded a corner a few blocks away from the overpass, closing in on the richer parts of the City, he saw that someone had pasted a lot of posters all around.&lt;br /&gt;"Funny", Anton thought. "These weren't here yesterday". He approached one of them, and froze in fear as he saw what it said.&lt;br /&gt;"Wanted! Dead or Alive! Preferably dead", and there was a picture of him. In the distance, he heard people screaming "There he is!". Again, the sirens came into hearing distance. "Well, even if I keep running forever, they might get there hands on the woman. That wouldn't be good", he thought to himself.&lt;br /&gt;"You there! Halt!", the policemen screamed.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not moving at all, officer", Anton said.&lt;br /&gt;As they started to handcuff him, he said: "Just don't touch my skin. You'll die if you do."&lt;br /&gt;"A joker, eh?", one of the cops said, smiling a crooked smile.&lt;br /&gt;"Nope, it's the truth. Go ahead, try it out". And of course, they did.&lt;br /&gt;As the two cops that had touched him collapsed, blood foaming out of their mouths, the remaining cops believed his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here is where you'll spend the remainder of your life", the cops said and threw him in a dark cell without windows or lamps. Anton also noticed the door only had a food hatch.&lt;br /&gt;"Strange", he said. "How are they surveying us?"&lt;br /&gt;"They aren't", a voice coming out from the shadows said.&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Your cellmate. Name's Fat Billy"&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning to your Billy! Or is it afternoon? I'm not sure anymore.", Anton said with a confused look on his face. "Anyway, my name is Anton".&lt;br /&gt;"Pleased to meet ya", Billy replied, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours upon hours passed while Anton and Billy were talking cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Billy, listen.", Anton said, suddenly serious. "I have to get out of here".&lt;br /&gt;"Well, why didn't you say so sooner? I've got a tunnel to the outside just beside me here!", Billy answered while moving away one of the giant bricks in the wall. "I'll stay behind, 'cause they would probably go all suspicious if the food got left untouched".&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for this", Anton said and started crawling into the tunnel. He heard the rasping sound of the brick getting put back into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he got further into the tunnel, Anton felt something hard and sharp. A bone! A human rib. He continued to crawl, although now a bit more suspicious. A few meters away, he bumped into another skeleton.&lt;br /&gt;"What in the world?", Anton thought. "Hm... could it be that Fat Billy shut all of his previous cellmates into the tunnel to get a hold of their food? But it would seem they all started digging further."&lt;br /&gt;Anton continued to crawl through the narrow tunnel until he hit the wall behind a curtain of earth. He kicked it.&lt;br /&gt;A little dirt fell down, but nothing besides that.&lt;br /&gt;He kicked it again.&lt;br /&gt;Same thing.&lt;br /&gt;"Damn it", he thought. "What to do?"&lt;br /&gt;He thought of the bones further back in the tunnel. Maybe he could use them to bend the wall open. He crawled back and grabbed a rib, blessing the skeleton in the process.&lt;br /&gt;He went back to the wall and pressed the rib into a crack in it.&lt;br /&gt;"Here goes nothing", he thought and kicked it. It drove itself in further. Another kick. The bricks started to bend outward.&lt;br /&gt;"Only one more...", he thought and kicked the rib for the last time. The whole wall started shaking. Every brick from the hole and above fell down, building a staircase of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;"Cool", Anton thought and started to climb down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-762361516560115158?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/762361516560115158/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2010/05/fallen-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/762361516560115158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/762361516560115158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2010/05/fallen-angel.html' title='The Fallen Angel'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-5141508894241220848</id><published>2010-03-01T21:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:07:51.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Other blog</title><content type='html'>I made a blog for lyrics, in case I can't find some lyrics online, so I make them myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://realfuckinglyrics.blogspot.com"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone can correct or fill in stuff, that'd be great&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-5141508894241220848?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/5141508894241220848/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2010/03/other-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5141508894241220848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5141508894241220848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2010/03/other-blog.html' title='Other blog'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-4406564507536298990</id><published>2010-02-12T17:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:31:18.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Book (The MAGIC! one)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Why hello there, Charlieboy!", the man in the long black trench coat. "We meet again!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, do I know you?", Charles asked, a bit confused.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! Don't you remember, we met at-"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, yeah, that's fascinating", Charles interrupted. "But can you tell me how I got here?" The man sighed&lt;br /&gt;"Fine. But it won't really make sense without some backstory..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles opened his eyes. Screaming. His neighbor, Old Man Edwards banged of the wall telling him to "Shut the motherfucking up!". Like he always does.&lt;br /&gt;Charles sighed, angrily. He knew days like there never gave any good. 'Somewhere, Destiny is laughing her ass of', he used to think.&lt;br /&gt;How he knew Destiny was a person, and a girl at that, he did not know. He usually calls it a 'hunch', although he knows that's not entirely true. He had met her once. In a dream, sure, but it was what he called a "wake dream", in which you are in the dreamland, but not quite sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi there", she had said. "Sometime in your life, a lot of shit will happen. Be ready". Then he had woken up. He had always thought of Destiny as a bitch before that, but that was pretty much all of the confirmation he needed.&lt;br /&gt;He went up and got ready for another lousy Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles got an umbrella before going out because, as he himself had said: "It's God damned raining again!". God he hates rain. 'It's never killed someone', people usually say.&lt;br /&gt;"They drown", his response usually is. His grandpa had drowned in the shower*. Showers are like rain. Therefore he hates rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Also, his grandma had died in an microwave-explosion accident. So he didn't like microwaves either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-4406564507536298990?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/4406564507536298990/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2010/02/book-magic-one.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/4406564507536298990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/4406564507536298990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2010/02/book-magic-one.html' title='Book (The MAGIC! one)'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-6793040199983584779</id><published>2010-02-09T19:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:46:19.358+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime's I've Seen</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'll update this from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Death Note&lt;br /&gt;2. Devil May Cry&lt;br /&gt;3. Naruto&lt;br /&gt;4. Shaman King&lt;br /&gt;5. Night Wizard&lt;br /&gt;6. Ouran High School Host Club&lt;br /&gt;7. Disgaea&lt;br /&gt;8. Full Metal Alchemist&lt;br /&gt;9. Ah! My Goddess&lt;br /&gt;10. Hoshii No Kaabii&lt;br /&gt;11. Furi Kuri (FLCL)&lt;br /&gt;12. Kodomo no Jikan (censored)&lt;br /&gt;13. Zetsubou Sensei&lt;br /&gt;14. Lucky Star&lt;br /&gt;15. 2x2 = Shinobuden&lt;br /&gt;16. Romeo x Juliet&lt;br /&gt;17. Welcome to the NHK&lt;br /&gt;18. Code Geass (Lelouch of the Rebellion)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-6793040199983584779?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/6793040199983584779/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2010/02/animes-ive-seen.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/6793040199983584779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/6793040199983584779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2010/02/animes-ive-seen.html' title='Anime&apos;s I&apos;ve Seen'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-1227684467314697661</id><published>2010-02-05T22:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:00:44.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Explanation of my books ("The Elementals", not to be confused with "Magic")</title><content type='html'>It's about 8 people.&lt;br /&gt;Zack (Main), Mike, Johnny, Eric, Lydia, Linda, Maria, Airia.&lt;br /&gt;They all control one element each:&lt;br /&gt;Shadow, Fire, Spirit, Earth, Water, Thunder, Light, Air.&lt;br /&gt;They all have their respective strengths and weaknesses, like shadow not being able to interact with fire, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, they can touch each other, if they are in human form.&lt;br /&gt;They can transform into "Half-real mode" and "real mode"&lt;br /&gt;"Half-real" is when they transform into their true form, but at a human size.&lt;br /&gt;As they are now made up of "Matter" (see below), they can't touch anything it'd react with.&lt;br /&gt;"Real" is when they go full out, which is about...&lt;br /&gt;2½ Empire State Buildings put on each other.&lt;br /&gt;Zack's (for example) "real" form is about 3 tall, feet to head, with a wingspread of 2½.&lt;br /&gt;It's not possible to transform into anything, no.&lt;br /&gt;You still need it's DNA and there's a ritual and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And it wouldn't help you to copy someone else, as it'd just be as if you'd changed places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MATTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matter is what the universe is built on. It's inside every atom.&lt;br /&gt;Think of it as another suggestion besides the "String Theory" and the "Loop Theory".&lt;br /&gt;We are basically made of matter, and when we walk, we don't move our legs, we move the matter inside the leg forward.&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen "The day the Earth stood still"?&lt;br /&gt;You know that giant robot?&lt;br /&gt;That couldn't move unless all those balls (or whatever) moved too.&lt;br /&gt;Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the protagonists (and a lot of other people. The perks of being a "Royal" will be listed below) can move the matter freely, forming it into what they want.&lt;br /&gt;Just the ones in their own elements though.&lt;br /&gt;And they can't move the matter in their own bodies, as that restriction was "blessed" on them by the Royal Elementals (see below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Royal Elementals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creators and upholders of everything ever.&lt;br /&gt;Storm?&lt;br /&gt;Air.&lt;br /&gt;Tsunami?&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;Volcano?&lt;br /&gt;Fire and Earth working together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were once on-&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I won't spoil it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Royals"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the protagonists are.&lt;br /&gt;Their elementals are of royal blood, but if only half, or even that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perks of being a Royal?&lt;br /&gt;-More or less invincible, unless killed in the right way&lt;br /&gt;-Can switch from human form to the other ones&lt;br /&gt;And a lot more, which I will post later.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-1227684467314697661?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/1227684467314697661/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2010/02/explanation-of-my-books-elementals-not.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/1227684467314697661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/1227684467314697661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2010/02/explanation-of-my-books-elementals-not.html' title='Explanation of my books (&quot;The Elementals&quot;, not to be confused with &quot;Magic&quot;)'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-7988572030173495754</id><published>2010-01-31T01:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:34:41.988+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chu Chu Lovely Muni Muni Mura Mura Purin Purin Boron NuruNuru English Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;chu chu - sound of a kiss&lt;br /&gt;lovely&lt;br /&gt;muni muni - sound of squeezing something soft&lt;br /&gt;Mura Mura - sound of being horny&lt;br /&gt;Purin Purin - sound with which they emphasize big tits in anime.&lt;br /&gt;Boron - sound of something that pops out&lt;br /&gt;NuruNuru - sound of moving around in something wet and dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuu chuu lovely muni muni mura mura purin purin boron nururu rero rero&lt;br /&gt;Chuu chuu lovely muni muni mura mura purin purin boron nururu rero rero&lt;br /&gt;Chuu chuu lovely muni muni mura mura purin purin boron nururu rero rero&lt;br /&gt;Chuu chuu lovely muni muni mura mura purin purin boron nururu rero rero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl tears off her rock and roll panty hose, and reveals her burning hot body!&lt;br /&gt;The moshing of the stalkers of undeniable tendencies starts right here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinyl, vinyl, vinyl, vinyl, vinyl, vinyl sex!&lt;br /&gt;Aluminum, aluminum, aluminum, aluminum, aluminum (in a way, it's rock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch you! Get you! A bunch of middle aged phantom killers&lt;br /&gt;The dying hour all year 'round, foreigners taking up permanent residence, amongst reconstruction&lt;br /&gt;Bitch you! Get you! A bunch of middle aged phantom killers&lt;br /&gt;The dying hour all year 'round, foreigners taking up permanent residence, amongst reconstruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thin waisted master piece, Este Host Club is immortal&lt;br /&gt;The stress of helping, the stress of responsibilities; Man and woman is an eternal phrase&lt;br /&gt;A justice game? A sex slave can't suppress those desires&lt;br /&gt;In that suticase if a coil of rope, packing tape, and a cutter knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuu chuu lovely muni muni mura mura purin purin boron nururu rero rero&lt;br /&gt;Chuu chuu lovely muni muni mura mura purin purin boron nururu rero rero&lt;br /&gt;Chuu chuu lovely muni muni mura mura purin purin boron nururu rero rero&lt;br /&gt;Chuu chuu lovely muni muni mura mura purin purin boron nururu rero rero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see you naked! I want to see how you look! It's a life of masturbation, for a guy!&lt;br /&gt;The moshing of the stalkers of undeniable tendencies starts right here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinyl, vinyl, vinyl, vinyl, vinyl, vinyl sex!&lt;br /&gt;Polyester, polyester, polyester, polyester, polyester Soboro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch you! Get you! A bunch of middle aged phantom killers&lt;br /&gt;The dying hour all year 'round, foreigners taking up permanent residence, amongst reconstruction&lt;br /&gt;Bitch you! Get you! A bunch of middle aged phantom killers&lt;br /&gt;The dying hour all year 'round, foreigners taking up permanent residence, amongst reconstruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thin waisted master piece, Este Host Club is immortal&lt;br /&gt;The stress of helping, the stress of responsibilities; Man and woman is an eternal phrase&lt;br /&gt;A justice game? A sex slave can't suppress those desires&lt;br /&gt;In that suticase if a coil of rope, packing tape, and a cutter knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuu chuu lovely muni muni mura mura purin purin boron nururu rero rero&lt;br /&gt;Chuu chuu lovely muni muni mura mura purin purin boron nururu rero rero&lt;br /&gt;Chuu chuu lovely muni muni mura mura purin purin boron nururu rero rero&lt;br /&gt;Chuu chuu lovely muni muni mura mura purin purin boron nururu rero rero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A college student would be good, a high school student would be good, a middle school student would be good&lt;br /&gt;An elementary school student would be good, it would be great if they were tantalizing, a kindergartener would be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuu chuu lovely muni muni mura mura purin purin boron nururu rero rero&lt;br /&gt;Chuu chuu lovely muni muni mura mura purin purin boron nururu rero rero&lt;br /&gt;Chuu chuu lovely muni muni mura mura purin purin boron nururu rero rero&lt;br /&gt;Chuu chuu lovely muni muni mura mura purin purin boron nururu rero rero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuu chuu lovely muni muni mura mura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have them somewhere, before they take it off YouTube again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-7988572030173495754?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/7988572030173495754/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chu-chu-lovely-muni-muni-mura-mura.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7988572030173495754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7988572030173495754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2010/01/chu-chu-lovely-muni-muni-mura-mura.html' title='Chu Chu Lovely Muni Muni Mura Mura Purin Purin Boron NuruNuru English Lyrics'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-783064070019176216</id><published>2010-01-22T22:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T13:13:37.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Movie Script</title><content type='html'>What would happen if the characters from my book lived in this time of day?&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FADE IN FROM BLACK&lt;br /&gt;A dark city is shown, smoke rising from places.&lt;br /&gt;CAMERA CHANGE to a rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;We see from the left side of the building.&lt;br /&gt;A pair of feet flies by.&lt;br /&gt;Camera follows them, until they freezeframe on one of the feet stepping on the edge of the rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;CAMERA SWITCH to birdview from the left of this person, as he jumps of the rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;CAMERA SWITCH to above the person, three "photo snapshots", as he is falling further and further down.&lt;br /&gt;"Photo snapshot" CAMERA SWITCH to under the person&lt;br /&gt;CUE TITLE&lt;br /&gt;CAMERA SWITCH to the left of the person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Inner Monologue (while still falling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's been years since the world was the way you're used to.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, you ask?... Well, just call me Zack.&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of the chosen princes of the elements.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness, to be more precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some people call this the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;For me?&lt;br /&gt;Heh, it's just another fucking day"&lt;br /&gt;CAMERA SWITCH to far above the person, as he lands on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Big smokepillar rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMERA SWITCH to the left of the cloud, as we see the person run out with sword in hand.&lt;br /&gt;CUE Rock Music&lt;br /&gt;CAMERA SWITCH to behind him.&lt;br /&gt;We see a giant monster ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-783064070019176216?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/783064070019176216/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2010/01/flash-movie-scrpt.html#comment-form' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/783064070019176216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/783064070019176216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2010/01/flash-movie-scrpt.html' title='Flash Movie Script'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-7665497631201090347</id><published>2009-12-01T18:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:52:09.874+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Chocolate Calender</title><content type='html'>This will update accordingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 1: Candle&lt;br /&gt;December 2: Plane&lt;br /&gt;December 3:&lt;br /&gt;December 4:&lt;br /&gt;December 5:&lt;br /&gt;December 6:&lt;br /&gt;December 7:&lt;br /&gt;December 8:&lt;br /&gt;December 9:&lt;br /&gt;December 10:&lt;br /&gt;December 11:&lt;br /&gt;December 12:&lt;br /&gt;December 13:&lt;br /&gt;December 14:&lt;br /&gt;December 15:&lt;br /&gt;December 16:&lt;br /&gt;December 17:&lt;br /&gt;December 18:&lt;br /&gt;December 19:&lt;br /&gt;December 20:&lt;br /&gt;December 21:&lt;br /&gt;December 22:&lt;br /&gt;December 23:&lt;br /&gt;December 24:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-7665497631201090347?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/7665497631201090347/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-chocolate-calender.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7665497631201090347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7665497631201090347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-chocolate-calender.html' title='Christmas Chocolate Calender'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-6504997769086654633</id><published>2009-12-01T17:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:18:03.294+01:00</updated><title type='text'>IQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.free-iqtest.net" title="Free IQ Tests"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.free-iqtest.net/images/badges2/l133.gif" width="200" height="100" alt="Free IQ Tests" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Free-IQTest.net - &lt;a title="Free IQ Tests" href="http://www.free-iqtest.net"&gt;Free IQ Tests&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-6504997769086654633?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/6504997769086654633/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/12/iq.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/6504997769086654633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/6504997769086654633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/12/iq.html' title='IQ'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-5816954403444302308</id><published>2009-11-29T20:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:40:58.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OH HAY GUYS IT'S JUST ONE OF THOSE MONOLOGUES IN MY HEAD</title><content type='html'>"And that's why Christmas sucks"&lt;br /&gt; "That doesn't explain why you DON'T WANNA EAT DINNER"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, DINNER? I thought you said 'diner'"&lt;br /&gt; "HOW IS THAT RELEVANT?! YOU TALKED FOR 1,5 HOURS ABOUT SANTA CLAUS BEING A 6 FOOT DRUNK WHO BREAKS INTO PEOPLES HOUSES AND LEAVES SO-CALLED 'DOODIES' IN PACKAGES"&lt;br /&gt;"But... I didn't want poo for Christmas"&lt;br /&gt; "OH SHUT UP I HATE YOU SO MUCH"&lt;br /&gt;"OH! Guess what?"&lt;br /&gt; /Deep Breath/"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"CHEESE!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt; "Just... just go and die"&lt;br /&gt;"Nevar"&lt;br /&gt; /Facepalm "I hate you... so much right now... that I can't... speak? That ain't right..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, I know, raiiiiight?"&lt;br /&gt; "I'm... gonna leave now. Leave away from here"&lt;br /&gt;"NAKED TIME"&lt;br /&gt; "Oh... GOD!" /Runs/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaaah, I dunno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-5816954403444302308?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/5816954403444302308/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-hay-guys-its-just-one-of-those.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5816954403444302308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5816954403444302308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-hay-guys-its-just-one-of-those.html' title='OH HAY GUYS IT&apos;S JUST ONE OF THOSE MONOLOGUES IN MY HEAD'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-7971540865166299545</id><published>2009-11-21T01:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:02:24.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot Woot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border:solid silver 2px; width: 90px; height: 100px; text-align:center; font-family: Arial,Times New Roman, Times, serif; color:black; font-size:15px;"&gt;I can do&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:22px; color:darkgreen;"&gt;235&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15px;"&gt;clicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;in 30 secs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:12px; text-decoration: none;color:silver;" href="http://moje.napady.cz/clickchallenge"&gt;Are you faster?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you might wanna know!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe am I awesome or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-7971540865166299545?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/7971540865166299545/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/11/woot-woot.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7971540865166299545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7971540865166299545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/11/woot-woot.html' title='Woot Woot'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-8291734087105020663</id><published>2009-10-26T16:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:05:49.992+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom of the Arcade 2 walkthrough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.escapistmagazine.com/articles/view/events/6649-Phantom-of-the-Arcade-2-Shadows-Darkness-and-Dread-A-Text-Adventure"&gt;Phantom of the Arcade 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go East&lt;br /&gt;2. Go North&lt;br /&gt;3. Go East&lt;br /&gt;If you want good ending, continue, if you want bad ending, go to 6&lt;br /&gt;4. Take clown costume&lt;br /&gt;5. Put on clown costume&lt;br /&gt;6. Take tarp&lt;br /&gt;7. Examine Mirror&lt;br /&gt;8. Go North&lt;br /&gt;9. Go Northwest&lt;br /&gt;10. Take Skeleton&lt;br /&gt;11. Go Southwest&lt;br /&gt;12. Go North&lt;br /&gt;13. Take Rusty Key&lt;br /&gt;14. Go East&lt;br /&gt;15. Give bone to poodle&lt;br /&gt;16. Take Bear&lt;br /&gt;17. Go North&lt;br /&gt;18. Take Ping Pong Ball&lt;br /&gt;19. Turn On Spigot&lt;br /&gt;20. Take ping pong ball&lt;br /&gt;21. Go East&lt;br /&gt;22. Take Screwdriver&lt;br /&gt;23. Go South&lt;br /&gt;24. Go North&lt;br /&gt;25. Put rusty key in control panel&lt;br /&gt;26. Take Raincoat&lt;br /&gt;27. Go Northeast&lt;br /&gt;28. Go Southeast&lt;br /&gt;29. Go East&lt;br /&gt;30. Take Wine Glass&lt;br /&gt;31. Go north&lt;br /&gt;32. Turn on Musicmaster&lt;br /&gt;33. Take broken glass&lt;br /&gt;34. Go South&lt;br /&gt;35. Go South&lt;br /&gt;36. Open Broken Clock With Screwdriver&lt;br /&gt;37. Take Spring&lt;br /&gt;38. Go north&lt;br /&gt;39. Go West&lt;br /&gt;40. Go north&lt;br /&gt;41. Put spring in machine&lt;br /&gt;42. Put raincoat in machine&lt;br /&gt;43. Put stuffing in machine&lt;br /&gt;44. Put broken Glass in machine&lt;br /&gt;45. Put Ping pong ball in machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-8291734087105020663?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/8291734087105020663/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/10/phantom-of-arcade-2-walkthrough.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/8291734087105020663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/8291734087105020663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/10/phantom-of-arcade-2-walkthrough.html' title='Phantom of the Arcade 2 walkthrough'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-7393213216351257640</id><published>2009-10-24T22:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:49:00.957+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM THE EMOTIONAL CHAMELEON... no not emo chameleon, you fuck</title><content type='html'>I AM THE EMOTIONAL CHAMELEON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To explain that I will say:&lt;br /&gt;I have no emotions of my own.&lt;br /&gt;I copy the emotions of those around me.&lt;br /&gt;If someone is smiling, I'm smiling.&lt;br /&gt;If someones sad, I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to clear that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max, emotion-copycat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-7393213216351257640?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/7393213216351257640/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-emotional-chameleon-no-not-emo.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7393213216351257640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7393213216351257640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-emotional-chameleon-no-not-emo.html' title='I AM THE EMOTIONAL CHAMELEON... no not emo chameleon, you fuck'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-5875561524279962205</id><published>2009-10-24T00:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:48:01.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cheesecake Says You Eat Orphans</title><content type='html'>The chesscake tastes bad =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No but seriously, I'm bored as the fuck itself.&lt;br /&gt;1. Escapist is boycotting me... dunno why&lt;br /&gt;2. Facebook is pointless&lt;br /&gt;3. Mom occupies the TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only entertainment I've got is you guys and Spotify.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm all out of Spotify...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...what's new...&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh, I figured out how to see who is and who isn't sexually attracted to you.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M NOT FUCKING TELLIN'&lt;br /&gt;That is how evil I r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and someone liked my song, mankind is insane.&lt;br /&gt;I have a feelin' David will kill himself when he's got Project Arrival done.&lt;br /&gt;The cheesecake factory is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~So sit back and relax, enjoy the crash~&lt;br /&gt;Alkaline Trio&lt;br /&gt;But there best song is Love Love Kiss Kiss&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;~Love, love, kiss, kiss... blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;You're making me sick! I wish you could stop showing off for the rest of us no one will love; it's hard enough to imagine drinking another winter alone~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now isn't that just awesomest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well gotta walk the dogs, cya guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max, unlovable xD JKJK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-5875561524279962205?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/5875561524279962205/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheesecake-says-you-eat-orphans.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5875561524279962205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5875561524279962205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheesecake-says-you-eat-orphans.html' title='The Cheesecake Says You Eat Orphans'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-8184791694588874468</id><published>2009-10-04T01:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T02:22:40.352+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Character Bio's from my book</title><content type='html'>I swear this is all I talk about... anyways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack: The Protagonist&lt;br /&gt;A very emotional person. Tries to keep emotionless and cold on the outside while his emotions are raging inside him. A very lighthearted person, sees the world in a lighter way ever since his horrible father died.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to show emotions, except if it's a tremendous blow against he's psyche, for example if someone close to him dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Zack's best friend&lt;br /&gt;A very happy person, sees the world on the brighter side of it. Believes that everything has a purpose, for example: if he didn't kill that guy, he could've gone and done something terrifying. He believes in the butterfly effect to be more precise.&lt;br /&gt;Very forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: Zack's GF&lt;br /&gt;A very smart person, even if she acts stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Parents origin are unknown, the only thing she remembers is growing up in a cabin next to a lake, alone. As she never has had any humans to talk to, her social skills aren't that great.&lt;br /&gt;Rather sit at home and study than go out doin' stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airia: Zack's admirer&lt;br /&gt;A very temperamental person. Killed her parents when she was 6 because they wouldn't let her live a normal life (guess why). Has a rival amongst The Others, a childhood friend she's always competed with. Always looking for more power so she can one day defeat this rival of hers. She likes Zack a lot, but as she is so tempered she never "grew up", so she teases him to show him that she likes him.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously quite insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: The "off" guy&lt;br /&gt;Origin unknown, he refuses to speak about it. At first he seems like a generally nice guy, maybe a little shy, but if you look closer, beneath the surface, you'll see he could kill his entire surrounding without even flinching *cough* spoiler *cough*. Has learned the entire anatomy of man and every known living thing, knows very weak spot, how hard to hit it and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;A general killing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric: "Don't pick on me!"&lt;br /&gt;A very short, paranoid little man. Thinks that everyone and everything is out to get him. When in "stone form" he feels brave for once, he feels like he can accomplish anything. Both parents are successful doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: Mrs. Mystery&lt;br /&gt;A very mysterious person, only seen when want to be, only talked to when she feels like it. Always wearing her robe, hood up, and walking around with her book. Pretends to be a blond, even though she is really a redhead. Why is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Parents were found missing when she was 4, was adopted to her uncle, who raped her repeatedly. She lost all faith in mankind by the age of 9, and refuses to speak to any man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Ms. Straight-A's&lt;br /&gt;As the daughter of the principal of the Nexus, she has been living there all her life. Knows every secret passage, every test's answers, and so forth. Mother teaches transformation combat to all students year 2 and up. Ludicrously bright and isn't afraid to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal Guy (Andrew?): ???&lt;br /&gt;One day he was seen walking through the gates of the Nexus (which only those with elementals can do). No one knows where he's from, as he can't talk. The only thing the know is that he can communicate with animals.&lt;br /&gt;Does not have a elemental, which leaves the question: How the hell did he get through the gate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, folks!&lt;br /&gt;I'm most proud of Linda's background.&lt;br /&gt;But that's me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max, sayin' THIS IS ONLY SCRAPING THE SURFACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-8184791694588874468?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/8184791694588874468/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/10/character-bios-from-my-book.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/8184791694588874468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/8184791694588874468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/10/character-bios-from-my-book.html' title='Character Bio&apos;s from my book'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-5413080915750227877</id><published>2009-09-22T21:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:09:57.142+02:00</updated><title type='text'>WOAH WTF WITH SUNBOWS ON IT (Spoilers for my future book)</title><content type='html'>If rainbows = good then sunbows = bad. So SHUT THE FUCK UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although... sun = good, so... I'm confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the coincidence of the day:&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to the DMC4 soundtrack (or well at least the 4 good ones), and BAM it hits me that the text describes my books protagonist, i.e. Zack, perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the "You now wear the shadows of an angels wingspan", as THIS happens in the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy who have lived with the animals all his life, and is a darkness elemental (although you wont get to know that until the 2nd book so sssh). Anyways in the end of the 2nd book he dies and transfers his "animal" powers to The Protagonist, at which point he will start growing darkness wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? You know wear the shadows of an angels wingspan, i.e. you wear the shadow version of an angels wings. And since the Animalboy never did anything bad, he goes to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no Animalboy doesn't have a name... this may be sticking as he can't talk, but I think the Protagonist and his friends will name him at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will most likely be Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that is all for now, Cyaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max likes the name Andrew (plus it starts with an A like Animal *wink*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-5413080915750227877?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/5413080915750227877/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/09/woah-wtf-with-sunbows-on-it-spoilers.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5413080915750227877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5413080915750227877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/09/woah-wtf-with-sunbows-on-it-spoilers.html' title='WOAH WTF WITH SUNBOWS ON IT (Spoilers for my future book)'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-6222125234986646159</id><published>2009-09-17T21:03:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:17:44.299+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptyness</title><content type='html'>I feel emotionally empty today...&lt;br /&gt;Happy go lucky me, then!&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Silence by A Dark Halo&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I shall&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to school&lt;br /&gt;2. Do something&lt;br /&gt;3. Do something else&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat&lt;br /&gt;5. Do something&lt;br /&gt;6. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;7. Repeat 2 -&gt; 6 until Monday, at which point Repeat 1 -&gt; 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guess what, I finally found out how (a part) of my mind works!&lt;br /&gt;I think about stuff that MIGHT happen and what I would do.&lt;br /&gt;But the freaky thing is that those things often HAPPEN!&lt;br /&gt;I think that is where my &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=esper"&gt;ESPering&lt;/a&gt; comes from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm here all alone, wondering how it all will end&lt;br /&gt;Fighting in vain as into the darkness I descend&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for light that I know I'll never see&lt;br /&gt;Desperate for silence once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is fucking AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go find some more good songs, so Bye-bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max, empty inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-6222125234986646159?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/6222125234986646159/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/09/emptyness.html#comment-form' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/6222125234986646159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/6222125234986646159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/09/emptyness.html' title='Emptyness'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-1428213552300344631</id><published>2009-09-16T18:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:49:41.054+02:00</updated><title type='text'>People killing other people... with some kind of sause on it</title><content type='html'>That's right be prepared for a recurring joke(If you don't get it check the Title of my last post)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what's new... NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably study Spanish At the moment, but I just can't get the motivation to study one of the most redundant languages of all time... except for Swahili of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing fun about the Spanish lessons is that you can make fun of the language itself. Like making fun of the word "Ronco" as it sound awfully lot like the Swedish word "Runka" which means masturbate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's see, Where do we speak Spanish that I would actually give two flying shits about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Internet?&lt;br /&gt;Well yes but I don't go to Spanish sites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In games?&lt;br /&gt;If you are stupid enough to go to Spain and buy a game then yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what I care about that potentially got some form of Spanish in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and YO MOMMAH!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok some Q&amp;A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you weird?&lt;br /&gt;Why yes of course isn't everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gay?&lt;br /&gt;Short answer: No&lt;br /&gt;Long answer: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sexist?&lt;br /&gt;Short answer: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what? I drank 0,5L of Monster in like 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;That is NOT like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Sanna is demanding that we play some Yahtzee online so bye-bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max, Lord of Recurring Jokes and the words "Bye-Bee"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-1428213552300344631?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/1428213552300344631/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-killing-other-people-with-some.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/1428213552300344631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/1428213552300344631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-killing-other-people-with-some.html' title='People killing other people... with some kind of sause on it'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-1854456214716646945</id><published>2009-09-15T20:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:07:44.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Schtuff with some kind of sause on it... and maybe a little light reading</title><content type='html'>Man I would be awesome at writing Menus, wouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I promised you guys some book, so here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROLOGUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack peeked out of his hiding place. “It’s fun to play hide-and-seek with the kids”, he thought.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, moron!”, he heard behind him. He turned around and silently cursed as he saw the two town bullies behind him.&lt;br /&gt;“Did you say something, moron?”, they asked with a diabolic smile on their faces. “I think Moron here needs a lesson in how to behave around his superiors”. They started kicking and punching.&lt;br /&gt;“HEY! KNOCK THAT OFF!”, a female voice screamed. “MOM!”, Zack thought. The bullies ran away.&lt;br /&gt;“Are you ok, sweetie?”, Zack’s Mom asked. “You can’t let them keep bullying you like that. I’m going to have a talk with their parents”. Zack’s whole body wanted him to scream out an ‘NO!’, but he just said it calmly.&lt;br /&gt;“No, mother, don’t. It’ll just get worse! They will call me a snitch and take out their anger for their parents on me. They’re actually very predictable”. His Mom asked that if they’re so predictable, why he didn’t avoid them.&lt;br /&gt;“If I avoid them, they will pick on the smaller kids”, he replied.  She simply sighed and walked away. Zack rose up and started walking away. One of the kids screamed “Hah! I found you!”. He then remembered he still was playing hide-and-seek with the kids. He just shook his head and said that he’s giving up. He started walking home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Zack finally got home he noticed the door standing slightly open. And it was a bit discolored. As he got closer he noticed that it was scratches on the door. He pushed the door open and asked “Mom?” a tad nervously. No response, except a faint noise. He slowly walked through the dark hallway and looked in the living room. He saw a shadow bending over something. Zack approached the shadow and tapped it on the shoulder. It spun around quickly and looked at him with its red glowing eyes before tackling him and running out the door. Zack went up to the dark lump that was left on the floor. As he couldn’t see what it was he took the nearest candle, lit it and held it close to the lump. He jumped back in terror, while crying “Mom?”. There were open wounds all over her body. Her eyes were purely white and were lacking soul. Zack ran for the door, thinking that he needs to get help fast.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as his foot landed on ground outside the house, he got a terrible headache and darkness started to grow from under his feet, surrounding him in a giant, dark cube.&lt;br /&gt;“Shame about your Mom, but you can’t help her as her soul already has left the body”, a voice said. Zack started running around, hitting walls and screaming “Let me out!”, while the voice continued to say that I was too late.&lt;br /&gt;“Who are you” Zack screamed, but the voice only laughed. He saw a flickering in the darkness and assumed that his captor was standing at that spot. He took a swing at the flickering blob, but his fist just went through. The voice laughed.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, hey now! That physical violence won’t work on me!”. Zack, completely stunned, asked&lt;br /&gt;“Just what are you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Are you sure you want to know?”, the voice asked. Zack nodded.&lt;br /&gt;“Ok then. I am your elemental.”&lt;br /&gt;Zack looked very confused. “What’s an elemental” he thought.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, it’s really hard to explain, but the easiest way is to say that I am a being bound to you by the Royal Elemental of your element, in your case darkness. If you answer ‘yes’ on this next question you will not only learn a lot more, but also you will have the chance to avenge your mother”. The “elemental” as he called himself paused for a moment before continuing.&lt;br /&gt;“Will you accept to become my master and go to the school known as The Nexus, where you will learn to fight like a master in all forms of combat and extend your mind beyond human belief?”. &lt;br /&gt;Silence. Zack was thinking very hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how far I got at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the crappy quality I had to post it in Notes to be able to post it...&lt;br /&gt;Still not fond of the hide-and-seek thing&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max, saying... WHAT DO YOU THINK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-1854456214716646945?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/1854456214716646945/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/09/schtuff-with-some-kind-of-sause-on-it.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/1854456214716646945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/1854456214716646945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/09/schtuff-with-some-kind-of-sause-on-it.html' title='Schtuff with some kind of sause on it... and maybe a little light reading'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-8351154656618583938</id><published>2009-09-13T20:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:51:25.544+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly away dear piggy</title><content type='html'>That title is awesome! NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeehh... nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=otaku"&gt;Otaku&lt;/a&gt; what do you want from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should really try clicking things you don't know what they mean... who knows, you might find something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to start writing my book with my friends alias (blatantly DARAKI), whether he wants it or not! You know why? Because I'm awesome that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't be freaked out if I have my laptop at school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I think there's something wrong with my laptop, as it doesn't seem to pick up any net connections. Or maybe it's the router... I dunno so shush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways as I was bored and bored only I'm gonna stop writing here and start writing on my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows might post some of it next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways cya guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max, saying... BOOKS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-8351154656618583938?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/8351154656618583938/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/09/fly-away-dear-piggy.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/8351154656618583938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/8351154656618583938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/09/fly-away-dear-piggy.html' title='Fly away dear piggy'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-2869819247166803531</id><published>2009-09-12T22:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:37:22.550+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What David says you obey</title><content type='html'>David made me blog again even though I have NEGATIVE 10 to blog about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... uuuumm...&lt;br /&gt;Have you... eeeh, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01001001 00100000 00100000 01101000 01100001 01110011 00100000 01100001 &lt;a href="http://home2.paulschou.net/tools/xlate/"&gt;01101110 01110101 01101101 01100010 01100101 01110010 01100011 01101111 01100100 01100101 00100000 01110100 01110010 01100001 01101110 01110011 01101100 01100001 01110100 01101111 01110010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the awesomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I make up new words associated with 'Awesome'&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;You want something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, new good group: Story of the Year!&lt;br /&gt;They have the awesome song called &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FhM9lk6GEE0"&gt;Burning Years&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, errrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;Something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space&lt;br /&gt;Space&lt;br /&gt;Space&lt;br /&gt;Space&lt;br /&gt;Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fek this I'm off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya allz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max saying FEK YOU DON'T MAKE ME BLOG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-2869819247166803531?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/2869819247166803531/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-david-says-you-obey.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/2869819247166803531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/2869819247166803531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-david-says-you-obey.html' title='What David says you obey'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-5372645019814119504</id><published>2009-09-10T13:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:49:00.322+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay!</title><content type='html'>Bored, am at school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't done this in a while, what has happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno not much...&lt;br /&gt;Made a new friend (yes ONE. No OMG SUPER AWESOMES WITH RAINBOWS please)&lt;br /&gt;Errr... Started playing DOMO again (Shush, Celshading is the awesome)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and this policeforce came and took all my drugs (no not really)... It's no ones fault, &lt;em&gt;Meg.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr... summat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man these keyboards suck...&lt;br /&gt;You can't press the buttons down fully&lt;br /&gt;But still it's betetr than my LapTop, on which the I-button and the up/down arrows are clogged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brains&lt;br /&gt;Are&lt;br /&gt;Not&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;Nah-nah-&lt;br /&gt;A-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read all the big letters out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm so bored, I got 25 mins left on my break...&lt;br /&gt;I would text that new friend of mine but she's out of cellphone money&lt;br /&gt;So that sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah&lt;br /&gt;Blah&lt;br /&gt;Blah&lt;br /&gt;Empty Space&lt;br /&gt;Empty Space&lt;br /&gt;Empty Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I has NOTHING to write about&lt;br /&gt;Oh poop I was about to make a smiley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey by the way check &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mp8Y2yjV4fU&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Eescapistmagazine%2Ecom%2Fnews%2Fview%2F94177%2DSwedish%2DHacker%2DBuilds%2DSudoku%2DSolving%2DLego%2DRobot&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I'm gonna go now...&lt;br /&gt;My screenname on DoMo is "TheNamless"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye-bee (Haha Lucky Star)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max, saying FUCK YOU WORLD DOMO IS AWESOME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-5372645019814119504?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/5372645019814119504/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/09/hay.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5372645019814119504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5372645019814119504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/09/hay.html' title='Hay!'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-1355472283601816175</id><published>2009-08-30T13:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:15:40.741+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Useful Internet Expressions</title><content type='html'>NOTE: Always say "I invoke" before using a law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godwin's law: Use against Nazi accusations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godwin's second law: For use after Godwins Law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germain's Law: Use against 'Your Mom' accusations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanboy's law: Use when being told to get Mac/PC when using the opposite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven's Law: Use when MMO's are being related to WoW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klaasse's Law: Use when someone uses the comparison "shit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxx's Law: Use when a thread goes to the topic "Boobs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue's Law: Use when the term "liberal" is being mentioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simpson's Corollary: Use when someone complains about use of Godwin's Law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giuliani's Law: Use when 9/11 is mentioned for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quirk's Exeption: Anti - Godwin's law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Desu: Use in association with 'pwned' if Godwin'd for Godwin override&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harhar, have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-1355472283601816175?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/1355472283601816175/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/08/useful-internet-expressions.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/1355472283601816175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/1355472283601816175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/08/useful-internet-expressions.html' title='Useful Internet Expressions'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-3547925753780414687</id><published>2009-08-17T17:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:13:23.848+02:00</updated><title type='text'>GAME IDEA!</title><content type='html'>I got a pretty good idea for an game. In my mind, it's designed for the 360. It's and FPS, by the way! Here's the idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MODES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-  Main story (2 players max)&lt;br /&gt;- 4 player co-op (Offline)&lt;br /&gt;- MMO-mode (no associated with the Main Story, level wise and things like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CLASSES&lt;br /&gt;(More classes may come as free DLC to the MMO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Knight; The Tanker. Controls:&lt;br /&gt;Right Trigger: Swing sword&lt;br /&gt;Left Trigger: Shield&lt;br /&gt;Right Button: Hold it and - See Control pad&lt;br /&gt;Left Button: Shield&lt;br /&gt;A Button: Jump&lt;br /&gt;B, X, Y Button: Assigned Item (Potion, etc)&lt;br /&gt;Control Pad: Hold down the Right Button, and you can choose between 4 different weapons assigned to the different directions&lt;br /&gt;Joysticks: Regular FPS controls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wizard; The Magician. Controls:&lt;br /&gt;Right Trigger: Magic assigned to the Right hand&lt;br /&gt;Left trigger: Magic assigned to the Left hand&lt;br /&gt;Left button: see Control Pad&lt;br /&gt;Right Button: see Control Pad&lt;br /&gt;A button: Jump&lt;br /&gt;B, X, Y Button: Assigned item (potion etc.)&lt;br /&gt;Control Pad: Hold one of the right or left buttons and click in a direction that an spell is assigned to&lt;br /&gt;Joysticks: Regular FPS controls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Healer; The Sage&lt;br /&gt;Right Trigger: Heal&lt;br /&gt;Left Trigger: Attack spell&lt;br /&gt;Left Button: See Control Pad&lt;br /&gt;Right Button: Shield Spell&lt;br /&gt;A button: Jump&lt;br /&gt;B, X, Y Button: Assigned item (potion, etc)&lt;br /&gt;Control Pad: Hold Left button and select attack spell assigned to the directions.&lt;br /&gt;Joysticks: Regular FPS controls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ranger; The Bowman&lt;br /&gt;Right Trigger: Hold and Release to fire the bow&lt;br /&gt;Left Trigger: Reload&lt;br /&gt;Left button: See Control pad&lt;br /&gt;Right button: See control pad&lt;br /&gt;A button: Jump&lt;br /&gt;B, X, Y Button: Assigned item (potion, etc)&lt;br /&gt;Control pad (right button): Hold and select one bow assigned to one of the 4 directions&lt;br /&gt;Control pad (left button): Hold and select a type of arrow assigned to one of the 4 directions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start: Assign Items, weapons, spells, etc&lt;br /&gt;Select: Pause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an level up system and a rather big world. Full of monsters and bosses and loot and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1418073716286803782-3547925753780414687?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/3547925753780414687/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/08/game-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/3547925753780414687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/3547925753780414687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/08/game-idea.html' title='GAME IDEA!'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-8026143977654169833</id><published>2009-08-16T19:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:01:58.114+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pro's and Con's of Dream Of Mirror Online</title><content type='html'>Yeah, started playing &lt;a href="http://domo.aeriagames.com/"&gt;DOMO&lt;/a&gt; again! It's fun as hell, but I thought I'd put up the pro's and con's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PRO'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's got lots of nice and friendly players&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's fucking CELSHADED&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It puts up frustrating goals that makes you continue playing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's actually got a main story, and you can choose how to play it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can help friends who took the other way in the main story to unlock areas you couldn't go to in your quest line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's a socialization game, so you'll make at least ONE new friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CON's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The PvP can use some working&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Guild Cottage could be more designable (Like hiring NPCs)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David says it's boring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, this whole post was to be mean to David... and make you play DOMO.&lt;br /&gt;If you start, add me, my name is TheNamless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max&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/1418073716286803782-8026143977654169833?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/8026143977654169833/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/08/pros-and-cons-of-dream-of-mirror-online.html#comment-form' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/8026143977654169833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/8026143977654169833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/08/pros-and-cons-of-dream-of-mirror-online.html' title='The Pro&apos;s and Con&apos;s of Dream Of Mirror Online'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-618007462781215643</id><published>2009-08-04T15:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:34:59.848+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Mumblings Nr  *</title><content type='html'>HEY Y'ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whazzup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to fucking ITALY! (Yay, pizzas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book's going.. well... nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've got some important news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;I find myself more attracted to flat chested women, so maybe I'm a lolicon... or "pedophile", if you're not familliar with "lolicon"&lt;/h3&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's true...&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;GottaGoByeBee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max, feeling pretty awkward&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-618007462781215643?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/618007462781215643/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-mumblings-nr.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/618007462781215643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/618007462781215643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-mumblings-nr.html' title='Random Mumblings Nr  *'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-672110788719712017</id><published>2009-07-26T00:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:10:18.413+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The not-so-ranting reviewer</title><content type='html'>This is my other blog, which I will use to review stuff on.&lt;br /&gt;Anything from Apple's to Zebra's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://therantingreviewer.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-672110788719712017?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/672110788719712017/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-so-ranting-reviewer.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/672110788719712017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/672110788719712017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-so-ranting-reviewer.html' title='The not-so-ranting reviewer'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-6390488508006009278</id><published>2009-07-19T20:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:23:55.255+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/SmNkoLPby1I/AAAAAAAAACI/gHG2Z69Z9x4/s1600-h/Patrick.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/SmNkoLPby1I/AAAAAAAAACI/gHG2Z69Z9x4/s320/Patrick.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360238622876093266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to be done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-6390488508006009278?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/6390488508006009278/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/07/patrick.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/6390488508006009278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/6390488508006009278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/07/patrick.html' title='Patrick'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/SmNkoLPby1I/AAAAAAAAACI/gHG2Z69Z9x4/s72-c/Patrick.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-8659667554616122480</id><published>2009-07-19T20:04:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:21:44.224+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions that might or might not answer something...</title><content type='html'>Q: What is the theme song of your life?&lt;br /&gt;A: It hasn't been done yet. But I believe it would be some sort of mix between Devildriver's "Driving down the darkness", Dragonforce's "Valley of the damned" and Story of the Year's "Until the day I die", heavy on the base and drums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is your greatest flaw?&lt;br /&gt;A: Put a decent game infront of me and I can't help but play it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do you suck?&lt;br /&gt;A: YOUR MOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do you wanna be a writer?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because, 1. I like stories, 2. You can become famous without people knowing what the hell you look like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does a moron say?&lt;br /&gt;A: I dunno.... (You fcuked that up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite animal, pet wise?&lt;br /&gt;A: Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite animal, overall?&lt;br /&gt;A: Wolf, no doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Oblivion&lt;br /&gt;A: GIMME GIMME GIMME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite game?&lt;br /&gt;A: The good Zelda ones (NOT Spirit tracks), and the Bethesda games where they use the beth-engine, i.e. the one they made Oblivion and Fallout 3 in (Not official name, but what the hell...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Your Mom&lt;br /&gt;A: Ditto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Got a GF yet?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: BF, then?&lt;br /&gt;A:... got a deathwish or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite anime&lt;br /&gt;A: At the moment, Full Metal Alchemist (God bless animeshippuuden.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:... DAMN! I ran out of questions!&lt;br /&gt;A:... haw haw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Motivational pics?&lt;br /&gt;A: AWESOME! Especially the "PATRICK: Not sparta" one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, check back later for more... no, not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, questiontalker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-8659667554616122480?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/8659667554616122480/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/07/questions-that-might-or-might-not.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/8659667554616122480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/8659667554616122480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/07/questions-that-might-or-might-not.html' title='Questions that might or might not answer something...'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-9183761316509147310</id><published>2009-07-15T22:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:10:18.585+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The stuff that has nothing to do with nothing... i.e. Anime</title><content type='html'>I do not know why anime is so f-in addicting!&lt;br /&gt;Is it the big scary eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the uncontrollable hair?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it the fact that it's simply awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but it's probably all three combined in some cluster fuck of evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Anime's have I seen? Well, let's see...&lt;br /&gt;(Please note that this list only includes animes I've FINISHED)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil May Cry&lt;br /&gt;Awesome game series - decent anime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaman King&lt;br /&gt;Awesome Manga - Horrible anime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Wizard&lt;br /&gt;Seems to be something stolen from an RPG... And I don't mean the computer ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouran High School Host Club&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, it's awesome - like all romantic comedies... except movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it...&lt;br /&gt;I have a copy of Strike Witches, but I haven't seen it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if I were to add every anime I've SEEN, I would have many more (Including Pokémon and Yu-Gi-Oh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That that!&lt;br /&gt;So, Sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max, anime fan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-9183761316509147310?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/9183761316509147310/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/07/stuff-that-has-nothing-to-do-with.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/9183761316509147310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/9183761316509147310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/07/stuff-that-has-nothing-to-do-with.html' title='The stuff that has nothing to do with nothing... i.e. Anime'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-1092972333962764565</id><published>2009-07-14T12:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:01:20.085+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploding Pumpkins Killing People That Would Have Died Anyway</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, My b-day was yesterday (although, we had the party at Sunday, 'cause my sis needed to work yesterday).&lt;br /&gt;What I got?&lt;br /&gt;A Laptop, 160GB, 10".&lt;br /&gt;Portable hardrive, 320GB, 0".&lt;br /&gt;For those of you stupids, the " sign means thumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've gotten to write my book on this thing (My Laptop, that is!).&lt;br /&gt;Haven't gotten so far, but Shut The Fuck Up, at least I'm trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss Oblivion! I wanna play that again. It is an extremely addicting game.&lt;br /&gt;It's as good as Fallout 3, but cheerier, with more green and awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New favorite song too! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fVcWjIFaIY"&gt;Until the day I die&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;The name is clickable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got noting more to write!&lt;br /&gt;So, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, saying, you can't get more epic eating a chip than &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kaoy1QKxGQs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;PS. Try clicking the "this"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-1092972333962764565?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/1092972333962764565/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/07/exploding-pumpkins-kiling-people-that.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/1092972333962764565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/1092972333962764565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/07/exploding-pumpkins-kiling-people-that.html' title='Exploding Pumpkins Killing People That Would Have Died Anyway'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-4669269048897493233</id><published>2009-07-08T17:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:24:16.573+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fashion", he said with a disgusted look on his face, closely followed by a long shrug</title><content type='html'>Fashion.&lt;br /&gt;You know, everyone wearing the same kind of clothes day out and day in.&lt;br /&gt;You all know where this is gonna end up, right?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wearing the same clothes day out and day in.&lt;br /&gt;Then there will be only a small group of people that dares to NOT wear the same clothes day out and day in. Can you guess who?&lt;br /&gt;The GAMERS&lt;br /&gt;We are the only social group that dares to not follow fashion.&lt;br /&gt;i.e.:&lt;br /&gt;Emo's follow Emo fashion&lt;br /&gt;"Normals" follow their fashion&lt;br /&gt;Gamers follow... nothing&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones that just put on the first clean t-shirt we see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't write anymore, courtesy of my dog needing outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max, Gamer class 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Yeah, I know, no pic, but there is a limit to how many pics I can upload, so shut up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-4669269048897493233?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/4669269048897493233/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/07/fashion-he-said-with-disgusted-look-on.html#comment-form' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/4669269048897493233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/4669269048897493233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/07/fashion-he-said-with-disgusted-look-on.html' title='&quot;Fashion&quot;, he said with a disgusted look on his face, closely followed by a long shrug'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-2233797752693067125</id><published>2009-06-26T16:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:44:45.511+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The gigant room with an big, warm lightbulb (Blatant Fallout 3 joke)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/SkTVGbTEBUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3HuGYD7h02E/s1600-h/OutsideStill1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351636563606635842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/SkTVGbTEBUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3HuGYD7h02E/s320/OutsideStill1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This... "out-side" as you call it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you love it so much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's got awesome graphics and all, but I mean what the hell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's full of "a-ir" and this things you call "fe-males", or "gi-rls".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the green? Why so much green?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that big lightbulb in the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've heard about it in some places...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's called "Sum", right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, it's "Sun".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all these "pee-pole" you talk about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I ask how to level up, they juat stare atme and call me "a greek"... Or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND HOW DO YOU OPEN UP THE FUCKING INVENTORY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't seem to find any buttons...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it one of those games you have to go to a bank to see you items?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT SUCKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How is this "out-side" heal-thy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't see how it's "heal-thy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does that have something to do with healing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I fell and hur myself, then I cried "HEALER!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody just stared...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I summon healers in some other way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'm gonna go and stare at this so-called "Sun"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Max, Hopes that no-one takes this for real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. If you don't get how that's a Fallout 3 qoute, go talk to that mech-girl in Megaton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS. 3.14159265358979323846264 - All I know... 24 Numbers! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-2233797752693067125?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/2233797752693067125/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/gigant-room-with-big-warm-lightbulb.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/2233797752693067125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/2233797752693067125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/gigant-room-with-big-warm-lightbulb.html' title='The gigant room with an big, warm lightbulb (Blatant Fallout 3 joke)'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/SkTVGbTEBUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3HuGYD7h02E/s72-c/OutsideStill1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-5596427488877653861</id><published>2009-06-23T14:14:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:52:55.838+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut, yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/SkDOQ247PUI/AAAAAAAAABw/TeJXvpFTAU4/s1600-h/TWEWY.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350503146323656002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/SkDOQ247PUI/AAAAAAAAABw/TeJXvpFTAU4/s320/TWEWY.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, I got a new HAIRCUT&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NX4cKIuRRQo"&gt;!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, none of them on the pic is me &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's from The World Ends With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy highest up to the right is Sho Minimoto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one with the black cap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe, he's an mathfreak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you pick up a lot by listening to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like that an atom weigh approximatley one &lt;em&gt;yoctogram&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bet you didn't know that before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he's also insane... almost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example on what he says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Soh-Cah-Toa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So Zetta Slow!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"INFINITY!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, my favorite:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Any tree can drop an apple. I'm gonna drop the fucking moon!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, if you play the game to a finish and play "Another Day", you find this dialouge:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(They are talking about how Neku wanted his hair done as a kid)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joshua: "You see, you bring in pictures of models. He brings in pictures from"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cartoons!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neku: "How did you know?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joshua: "You actually do that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and Neku is the guy in the orange hair running in the front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I gotta go now, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Max, TWEWY fan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-5596427488877653861?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/5596427488877653861/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/haircut-yay.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5596427488877653861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5596427488877653861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/haircut-yay.html' title='Haircut, yay!'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/SkDOQ247PUI/AAAAAAAAABw/TeJXvpFTAU4/s72-c/TWEWY.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-7762977183004045720</id><published>2009-06-18T00:02:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:32:22.774+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURE TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/SjloFmlpNjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6kWODfgOF-0/s1600-h/idontlikecopy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/SjloFmlpNjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6kWODfgOF-0/s320/idontlikecopy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348420477946246706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to start every topic with a pic from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's picture is brought to you by Blue, Blue Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says "I don't like summer.. ._."&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't either.&lt;br /&gt;Summer is overrated and dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Evil.&lt;br /&gt;The Devils Work.&lt;br /&gt;Pokémon.&lt;br /&gt;However you wanna put it.&lt;br /&gt;It still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, the best time of year is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Autumn afternoon, twilight-ish light outside. It's hot enough to not wear a jacket, but cold enough to not wear a sweater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the perfect weather, according to me. Just picture it. If you don't think it's awesome, you're doing something wrong!&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you need the sun's vitamins to live.&lt;br /&gt;NOT&lt;br /&gt;Pills are the future! They don't have any sun in Matrix. Look how healthy they are, jumpnig around like overgrown bunnies with almost no hair whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion: The sun suck balls, deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;a href="http://www.offworld.com/oimages/newzeldawii.jpg"&gt;NEW ZELDA GAME&lt;/a&gt;! I can see it before me: "The Legend Of Zelda: The Zora Princess".&lt;br /&gt;If it's really called that, I'm gonna kill someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?!" Zach exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;"With a swoom and a swooosh and a sweek and a-", Eric continued rambling while Mike pushed him away.&lt;br /&gt;"What stupid over there is trying to tell you is that [insert important stuff that I don't wanna spoil here]"&lt;br /&gt;"NO WAY!" Zach shouted.&lt;br /&gt;In the background you could still hear Eric mumbling random noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that up on the spot. Probably gonna use it in my book... somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Came up with most of the characters names by now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main: Zach&lt;br /&gt;Zach's childhood friend: Mike&lt;br /&gt;Mike's annoying friend: Eric&lt;br /&gt;The bullied kid: Johnny&lt;br /&gt;The girl that hates everything and everyone: Airia [aÍria]&lt;br /&gt;The girl Zach obviously likes: Lydia&lt;br /&gt;The pointdexter-girl: Maria&lt;br /&gt;The girl everyone hates: Not sure yet&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious guy character I haven't told anyone about: No idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel proud over the names so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's pretty much i-&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right, David!&lt;br /&gt;David, have fun in wherever you were going.&lt;br /&gt;There, all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. For now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, apparently very scary to girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-7762977183004045720?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/7762977183004045720/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/picture-time.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7762977183004045720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7762977183004045720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/picture-time.html' title='PICTURE TIME'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/SjloFmlpNjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6kWODfgOF-0/s72-c/idontlikecopy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-212726233490065258</id><published>2009-06-17T18:23:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:15:17.275+02:00</updated><title type='text'>According to David: Why (My) Life Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/SjkZzWhr3ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/YkoWKTQyRpE/s1600-h/YouSuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/SjkZzWhr3ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/YkoWKTQyRpE/s320/YouSuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348334402490064274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, David said I should make the topic "Why Life Sucks" when I asked him. But I'm just gonna go in on why MY life suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The statements in this blog in may or may not be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Heart Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this sucks. I'm actually getting better at this.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to like her less, 'cause she doesn't like me, you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Geekness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm such an GEEK! I mean, I spend almost all my screen time on &lt;a href="http://www.escapistmagazine.com/"&gt;The Escapist&lt;/a&gt;. I'm TheNamlessGuy. I didn't mean to spell it wrong at first, but what are you gonna do, ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Some sort of hidden Charm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT get why girls like me. According to some Facebook quiz, I should attract athletic girls (that's a larf). The problem really is that I DO NOT KNOW WHAT THE FUCK MY "CHARM" IS, so I can't use it -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The f-ing Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do people see in that big ball of flaming gas? It's basically a flying, burning fart!&lt;br /&gt;Sure, vitamin D and shit like that. But we got pills these days. Of course, this is apparently how all gamers feel from time to time. But it sucks so badly &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so hot and... sunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks. I think this joke is funny:&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: Dude, for a gamer you sure like to be outside&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: Yeah, well, I got a Wii!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's not funny in theory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a curse. I'm CONSTANTLY bored. Schools no fun unless we do something challenging in English. Which we never do, as almost everyone else isn't as good as I am. Curse you!&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to number 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were always doing fucking group works. Why? I don't work good in groups. It's not the people. It's just that everyone just argue all the time, and no one actually listens to anyone else unless you get up on the table and scream your idea for the whole classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Then they stuff you in detention for it! Or maybe they don't, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short, this one. I like good music. Not Country(red hot chili peppers), not rap([random rapper name]), and not Hip-hop([Random hip-hopper].. he he, hip hop).&lt;br /&gt;I like anything from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qw0wRfHjF5M"&gt;The Fray&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IsiYvyX0uD0"&gt;Killswitch Engage&lt;/a&gt;. But not Rap, Country or Hip-fucking-hop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I dunno, apples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green. Green apples. That's why my life sucks. Makes perfect sense if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an awesome imagination. That's why I come of as weird to people. Just because everyone else has a bad imagination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. My motto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not smart, everyone else is stupid&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, apparently, that's not very popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Retarded Genius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so smart I come of as stupid sometimes. Or it's vice versa, I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta thing to complain about. So, ta-taa&lt;br /&gt;(Man that sounded gay &gt;-&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, [witty comment about above text]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Kudos to Blue for the pic&lt;br /&gt;P(ost)P(ost)S(criptum): That took me 40 minutes?! What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;PPPS. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Postscript"&gt;PS is some Latin term. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-212726233490065258?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/212726233490065258/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/according-to-david-why-my-life-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/212726233490065258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/212726233490065258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/according-to-david-why-my-life-sucks.html' title='According to David: Why (My) Life Sucks'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/SjkZzWhr3ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/YkoWKTQyRpE/s72-c/YouSuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-998861938922495104</id><published>2009-06-17T00:02:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:21:07.511+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Mumbling [Left] 4 [Dead]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/SjgXS-1_dDI/AAAAAAAAABA/Srxz5Jv2XFc/s1600-h/TU+MADRE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/SjgXS-1_dDI/AAAAAAAAABA/Srxz5Jv2XFc/s320/TU+MADRE.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348050172377003058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Funny picture... xD&lt;br /&gt;It's been floating around in my head for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what's new...?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really...&lt;br /&gt;Natal isn't a new Xbox, thank heavens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.escapistmagazine.com/news/view/92443-Halo-Killer-Sentenced-to-Life"&gt;People can go REALLY crazy over games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that kid is fucked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything to write today&lt;br /&gt;It's the first week of the Summer Holidays&lt;br /&gt;I don't do shit the first week&lt;br /&gt;Then I grow bored and call a friend somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't have anything to say anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max, Bored&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-998861938922495104?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/998861938922495104/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-mumbling-left-4-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/998861938922495104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/998861938922495104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-mumbling-left-4-dead.html' title='Random Mumbling [Left] 4 [Dead]'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/SjgXS-1_dDI/AAAAAAAAABA/Srxz5Jv2XFc/s72-c/TU+MADRE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-7697105397804540047</id><published>2009-06-15T21:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:24:34.158+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apples does NOT mix good with gravy, believe it or not!</title><content type='html'>Title doesn't have anything to do with anything...*cough*&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I tried it or anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's new...&lt;br /&gt;A sequel to Mirror's Edge is apparently said to come&lt;br /&gt;Project Natal may be it's own console. THAT would suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! You mean on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; front?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really&lt;br /&gt;We casually talk, but we don't really have anything to talk about... so... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's away all Wednesday, so I'll be ALL ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna come over?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone that would like to play Halo 3 with me?&lt;br /&gt;Or you, [NAME]? You don't even read this, so bleeeh, but what the hell, what you gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not "man" enough to ask you even over MSN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would say no anyways.&lt;br /&gt;ADMIT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Figured out my favorite word!&lt;br /&gt;'tis "toss pot".&lt;br /&gt;Exceptionally funny word, dont'cha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sitting here listening to Trance. Not Techno, Trance.&lt;br /&gt;There IS a difference!&lt;br /&gt;DEAL&lt;br /&gt;(Look up the song "Binary" by Acid-Paradox on Newgrounds. It's awesome TECHNO)&lt;br /&gt;(For Trance look up "Shades of Green")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything to say&lt;br /&gt;So this is Max saying SAYONARA TOSS POTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-7697105397804540047?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/7697105397804540047/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/apples-does-not-mix-good-with-gravy.html#comment-form' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7697105397804540047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7697105397804540047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/apples-does-not-mix-good-with-gravy.html' title='Apples does NOT mix good with gravy, believe it or not!'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-409257988030539220</id><published>2009-06-13T20:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:05:24.172+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Mumblings 3([00] /THIS IS SPARTAA!!!/)</title><content type='html'>Yeah, the 300 joke is never funny&lt;br /&gt;Man, that movie sucked balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm sittin' here being bored. Listening to &lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/89792"&gt;{Lazy Summer Days}&lt;/a&gt; by cornandbeans&lt;br /&gt;Newgrounds. It's a username.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's fairly illegal to name your kid to CornAndBeans.&lt;br /&gt;Geez, think for once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, yesterday, I was SO close to stand up on my chair and scream "I LOVE YOU [Name]!". But when I had gotten my courage up, she left =(. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;And now it's fucking SUMMER HOLIDAYS (The only bad part about it is that I will most likely not see her).&lt;br /&gt;I'll take my shot in 9th grade instead! Maybe I'll look ok then too... *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my schools very own Ned Flanders held a speech today (at school, if you're dumb enough to not get that). But he didn't say ANYTHING about the bible. ANYTHING! And he always talks about the bible.&lt;br /&gt;He fucking knows it inside out.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and if you were there, we were the ones screaming "WOOO! FILIP!" next to the speakers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swithing song to &lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/239244"&gt;.:Hyper Speed:.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite one.&lt;br /&gt;It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, my thoughts keep drifting back to &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if we talk enough on MSN (and maybe if I can get her Cellnr), we can be friends enough so I can come to her place during these holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Doubt it, though, but wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;Or, no, wait, that means BAD luck.&lt;br /&gt;Kick me in the AR(RR)se instead.&lt;br /&gt;My (piratey) arse.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can buy it a Parr(rrr)ot too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, no more pirate puns, sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her already...&lt;br /&gt;A lot too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG SWITCH! &lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/169495"&gt;Diary Of A Psycho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fit's this website pretty good, dont'cha think?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I just implied to myslef that I'm a psycho!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so witty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite tec-music style?&lt;br /&gt;Mine is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;D'n'B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, last in the top 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Techno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fourth is &lt;em&gt;House&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WO! NEWGROUNDS AUDIO PORTAL! (They've even got metal, David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORED, BORED, RANDOM, TOMATOE, ETC&lt;br /&gt;That's my mantra for when I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;Goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO bored&lt;br /&gt;I know! I'll go make a random tomatoe! (That's what I call these blogins with no real topics. I call 'em that in my head, atleast)&lt;br /&gt;And then I ramble on (etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clever, right?&lt;br /&gt;I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, everytime I hear that intro, "I'M THE MANIAC PSYCHO", I think he's gonna say "I'm to sexy for my shirt". All the time.&lt;br /&gt;But it really doesn't make a difference... HAH! I made a funny (I know I didn't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm gonna stop now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max, saying &lt;a href="http://www.meatspin.com/"&gt;HAVE FUN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-409257988030539220?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/409257988030539220/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-mumblings-300-this-is-spartaa.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/409257988030539220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/409257988030539220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-mumblings-300-this-is-spartaa.html' title='Random Mumblings 3([00] /THIS IS SPARTAA!!!/)'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-6975539380350938737</id><published>2009-06-13T14:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T14:46:06.194+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love stuff</title><content type='html'>Some lines I've made up... or heard somewhere, I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, [name] and I always have. And I shalt never stop, even if you'll hate me untill the end of time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The darkness that is my life shalt be lit by the light that is your smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is short. I just wish I get to spend some of it with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got so far&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you in a new post when I update&lt;br /&gt;So, for now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max, yelling SUMMERHOLIDAYS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-6975539380350938737?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/6975539380350938737/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/6975539380350938737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/6975539380350938737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-stuff.html' title='Love stuff'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-5977559573383295323</id><published>2009-06-12T23:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:36:50.556+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Note II</title><content type='html'>Not gonna be writing down the story. Seriously, I'm on my 7th or 8th page, and he hasn't even met the girl yet! So, no, no I won't upload it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;a href="http://acid-paradox.newgrounds.com/audio/"&gt;THIS GUY &lt;/a&gt;makes awesome &lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/170843"&gt;TECHNO&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max, techno-ing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-5977559573383295323?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/5977559573383295323/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-note-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5977559573383295323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5977559573383295323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-note-ii.html' title='Quick Note II'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-8982156556708195843</id><published>2009-06-10T17:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:33:40.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Mumblings</title><content type='html'>I'm bored today, 'cause I know that every other school already has SummerHolidays by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because we got an extended summerholiday last year, we gotta be in school doing NOTHING for a week (Well.. we didn't really do anything last week either, but still...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to talk to &lt;em&gt;the girl I like&lt;/em&gt;, but I'm to much of a coward in Real Life, and she never logs on to MSN&lt;br /&gt;(MSN: &lt;a href="mailto:bragux@hotmail.com"&gt;bragux@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; add me)&lt;br /&gt;And my friends made me listen to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J_DV9b0x7v4"&gt;Caramelldansen&lt;/a&gt; again... damn him!&lt;br /&gt;God that dance is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, really? HANDEARS? They could do the foot-tail too, and we would be all set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna do some of that stuff when you take signs on the computer and make pictures, and write CARAMELL, but... I need to copy and paste to do it, and on this computer, it gets fucked up when I paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ranting random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;And thse are like 0.00000000000000000000000000001% of all my thoughts, so no wonder I got a constant headache &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I hate Caramell... but I still don't, 'cause it's funny and annoying at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;xOxO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny that "XOXO" ataully is a term nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;Teenage girls are actually walking aroung going "XOXO" all day.&lt;br /&gt;Get a LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I sould to... B(e)R(ight)B(ack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all out! =(&lt;br /&gt;I wanted one!&lt;br /&gt;Damn them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH! Damn Caramell &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn them to... somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna go before I kill Caramell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, hating himself right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-8982156556708195843?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/8982156556708195843/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-mumblings.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/8982156556708195843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/8982156556708195843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-mumblings.html' title='Random Mumblings'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-6657124238728455259</id><published>2009-06-09T21:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:14:22.770+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick note</title><content type='html'>Working on the story hard. Got about 2 pages, but haven't even got to half yet.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be about 5-6 A4-pages (Handwritten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be the best and longest blog-in I've ever MADE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, working hard(/hardly working)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-6657124238728455259?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/6657124238728455259/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-note.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/6657124238728455259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/6657124238728455259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-note.html' title='Quick note'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-8965702471598352720</id><published>2009-06-08T18:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:50:52.223+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-topic 2</title><content type='html'>Topics:&lt;br /&gt;1. Why do people trust me?&lt;br /&gt;2. I'M NOT STARING&lt;br /&gt;3. Broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;4. Random new info 'bout me&lt;br /&gt;5. Prequal to what's up next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHY DO PEOPLE TRUST ME?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't get it. Almost all my CLOSE male friends have told me whom they like/love. Why me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's like... have you ever played the game "Lux-Pain"? I feel like the main character. Silent, kinda smart, got it easy to get friends, and for some reason people trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's kinda freaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's what David said when I asked him why he had trust in me (I may or may not have brushed it up a little):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I dunno. It's hard to explain. Why do you trust me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hard question, I thought. then I found the perfect answer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"'cuz it's like talking to a clone of myself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There we have it. We are so alike, it's like talking to yourself, and you know that yourself isn't gonna tell anyone your secrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'M NOT STARING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People think I stare at them. But I don't. Here's the explanation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I think, my eyes focus on one point infront of me, then I sort of "sink into" my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do not take responsibility for anything covering that point at the time. Nothing from air to some girls boobs. I do not take credit, as I actually don't SEE it. I only see my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's like a little movie theate in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broken Hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who breaks hearts the most? I can't say for sure, 'cause I don't have the exact numbers, but i'm gonna go out on a limb and say &lt;em&gt;girls&lt;/em&gt;. Maybe they don't notice it, but more guys have secret crushes on them then they might think. And when they then tell you, in confidence because your so good friends, that they like someone else, it hurts like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For you girls out there: Ask your male friends if they like you before opening up to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They also give you false hope, then screws you over. In my oppinion, girls are evil, but I could not see myself without them... mainly because mankind wouldn't exist without women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Random Info&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IsiYvyX0uD0"&gt;NEW FAV. SONG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday I was so bored I made up a story in my head. Now I regert not writing it down, because it was awesome, if you ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's about an angel who lost his wings because he loved a living human. So he gets sent down to earth. There he finds out that anyone that touches him dies, so, ofcourse, he tries to avoid the girl. But the girl has come to like him, and hugs him, and thusly dies. He gets all sad, and ends by saying: "I lost my angelic wings because I loved a human. Now I've lost the human. I can only hope she doesn't commit the same mistake I did.". And then he takes his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm gonna wright the full story on like Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So long untill then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Max, loves his new story of awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-8965702471598352720?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/8965702471598352720/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/multi-topic-2.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/8965702471598352720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/8965702471598352720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/multi-topic-2.html' title='Multi-topic 2'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-5703361264016464203</id><published>2009-06-06T21:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:50:34.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Love... Big subject, not like me... anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is... it's hard to explain. If you've been in love, you know what Im talking about. It's so hard to be apart from the person, you're thinking of hijacking a car if it would take you to them faster. It's really a hard thing to explain to people who haven't been in love.&lt;br /&gt;I mean been in LOVE. Like A LOT. REAL Love. Like the one I have for *Bleep* (Hehe, starting to like the bleeps). Then, ofcourse, it's even harder if the person really don't like you, but you can't stop thinking about her(/him)! Although, mine is a her, I can tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;Not gay.&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind gays though.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;Love is NOT like in the ones you see in the movies. Mostly, it ends in heartbreak. You ever seen THAT in a movie. And it doesn't count if they get together at the end anyways. No, no you haven't. Because no one likes heartbreak. Not anyone.&lt;br /&gt;And then there's marriage. Advice: be in love when you marry. It's most likely not worth the hazzle if you're not. Or maybe it is, I dunno. Never been married. Hope to be one day. But not soon, as I'm only 14 (15 in 37 days, yay!).&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that my first kid is a girl, as I think a girl can grow accustom to my... oddness better than a boy. Because boys are actually more stubborn than girls, even if it doesn't show much.&lt;br /&gt;Boy's are shy, that's why!&lt;br /&gt;Girls are shy too, granted, but they talk more, thus grow apart of it more.&lt;br /&gt;It only seem as boys talk more, as we have more bass tones&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someone else can describe love better than me. I suck at it. I've never been able to describe stuff. Never ever.&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone of you out there reading ever seen &lt;em&gt;Scrubs&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;You know J.D. and how "girly"/"Gay" he is? In my oppinion, more and more boys are growing that way, while at the same time, more and more girls are becoming as Carla, so called "Strong girls". Compare todays society with the 19th century. Then you would see how much more "girly" boys have become, and how much more "manly" girls have become.&lt;br /&gt;And, if you ask me, that's why there are less and less couples amongst young people. They're freaked out by the changes. Scary changes!&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just overthinking again, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to do that.&lt;br /&gt;Back on topic: The "relationship" I'm in right now is complicated. Not too complicated, but still.&lt;br /&gt;There is a girl that likes me&lt;br /&gt;I like another girl&lt;br /&gt;That girl likes my friend David&lt;br /&gt;And he likes someone else.&lt;br /&gt;See? Complicated, if you see it from MY point of view. Especially because I like the girl that likes me too, but I'm afraid to ask her out.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm a COWARD! A bloody coward!&lt;br /&gt;Scared of change. Scared of commitment&lt;br /&gt;Scared of being turned down.&lt;br /&gt;Even though she's practically throwing herself at me.&lt;br /&gt;I've been like that my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;That thing happend before too. With a girl. She threw herself at me so many times, and I didn't do shit. She grew tired of me and stopped talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;You most likely don't know her, so don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;And, the most funny part (if you ask me), is that someone likes ME. M-E.&lt;br /&gt;When that girl said she had "special feelings" for me, I seriousy started Laughing Out Loud (LOL). Partly because I find it hilarious that someone can like Geeky McVideogames (me), but also because I was nervous. And scared.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bloody coward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, still, I can't picture life without love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, just realized this is more than I've written in the entire blog put together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-5703361264016464203?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/5703361264016464203/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html#comment-form' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5703361264016464203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5703361264016464203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-2616400830986079252</id><published>2009-06-05T21:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:45:05.187+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a good day</title><content type='html'>I like this day. This day is my favorite day. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls I like rested her head on my shoulder (only for like 5 secs, but it counts!)&lt;br /&gt;And Blue turned out nice for once! (He can be a bitch... [ahem])&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the girl David likes actaully taked to him today! Right, David? She did! Good for you! (Yeah, she always does, but he told me who it was yesterday). And if anyone else than David is reading this, it's *bleep*!&lt;br /&gt;What the...?&lt;br /&gt;IT'S *bleep*&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL?!&lt;br /&gt;But, serioulsy, don't ask him. It's no one you know... or maybe it is, I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Blue forgot my pic T.T&lt;br /&gt;But I reminded him!&lt;br /&gt;That little bastard!&lt;br /&gt;He forgets MY pic, will he?!&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, I know his age, it's *bleep*&lt;br /&gt;OK, SERIOUSLY, WHOMEVER IS DOING THAT, STOP IT!&lt;br /&gt;He's *bleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..fuck you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, tomorrow I'm gonna write about something important, like Love or Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Most likely love, as we have a school project, where you must describe love.&lt;br /&gt;I can just use google translator!&lt;br /&gt;Yay for me and google!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, can keep a secret... or can he? That's another secret you wont get out of me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-2616400830986079252?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/2616400830986079252/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/2616400830986079252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/2616400830986079252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-good-day.html' title='This is a good day'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-6572103730014208173</id><published>2009-06-03T16:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:02:57.143+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest I Poon Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quest.i-poon.com/"&gt;Quest I Poon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thing pisses me off! But I finished it! Yay for me! Here are the answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lv01: 2&lt;br /&gt;Lv02: hidden somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;Lv03: szgdf&lt;br /&gt;Lv04: BIRD&lt;br /&gt;Lv05: Victory Monument&lt;br /&gt;Lv06: HELLO&lt;br /&gt;Lv07: wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Lv08: Complicate&lt;br /&gt;Lv09: 363743629&lt;br /&gt;Lv10: Skywalker&lt;br /&gt;Lv11: 7&lt;br /&gt;Lv12: WATER&lt;br /&gt;Lv13: yellow&lt;br /&gt;Lv14: LOVE&lt;br /&gt;Lv15: IXOHOXI&lt;br /&gt;Lv16: YOU LOOSE&lt;br /&gt;Lv17: unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;Lv18: SPACETIME&lt;br /&gt;Lv19: +&lt;br /&gt;Lv20: QQQQQQQQQ&lt;br /&gt;Lv21: ZyXwVuTsRqoNmLkJHgFeDcBa&lt;br /&gt;Lv22: SELFISHNESS&lt;br /&gt;Lv23: Mary&lt;br /&gt;Lv24: &lt;strong&gt;just press the "go to next level" button&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lv25: Bermuda&lt;br /&gt;Lv26: Help&lt;br /&gt;Lv27: 10:10:10&lt;br /&gt;Lv28: Ctrl&lt;br /&gt;Lv29: e&lt;br /&gt;Lv30: hip&lt;br /&gt;Lv31: born to be wild&lt;br /&gt;Lv32: inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Lv33: APPLE&lt;br /&gt;Lv34: apple juice&lt;br /&gt;Lv35: TSHIRT&lt;br /&gt;Lv36: 0&lt;br /&gt;Lv37: IDEJEHT&lt;br /&gt;Lv38: missile&lt;br /&gt;Lv39: dynamic&lt;br /&gt;Lv40: Mona Lisa&lt;br /&gt;Lv41: cafe&lt;br /&gt;Lv42: Around The World&lt;br /&gt;Lv43: infinity&lt;br /&gt;Lv44: 12&lt;br /&gt;Lv45: Cleaned up PHP.&lt;br /&gt;Lv46: loop&lt;br /&gt;Lv47: SLUSHO&lt;br /&gt;Lv48: zionism&lt;br /&gt;Lv49: stare&lt;br /&gt;Lv50: television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-6572103730014208173?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/6572103730014208173/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/quest-i-poon-answers.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/6572103730014208173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/6572103730014208173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/quest-i-poon-answers.html' title='Quest I Poon Answers'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-7662049015678193526</id><published>2009-06-02T19:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:51:21.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Go E3!</title><content type='html'>These are the things I look forward too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XBOX:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROJECT -FUCKING- NATAL!&lt;br /&gt;It's like fucking Virtual Reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook-app&lt;br /&gt;I like Facebook....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;METAL GEAR!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FUCKING METAL GEAR!!! *drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nintendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I missed this one, but I know THIS IS COMING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Mario Galaxy 2:&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FUCKING MARIO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Other Mario Game)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... IT'S MARIO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metriod: Other M&lt;br /&gt;It's. Metroid. Made. By. TEAM -FUCKING- NINJA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I've seen that seems awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, E3:ing&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/1418073716286803782-7662049015678193526?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/7662049015678193526/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-e3.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7662049015678193526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7662049015678193526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-e3.html' title='Go E3!'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-3407078240634153500</id><published>2009-05-29T19:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:29:18.643+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes people connect?</title><content type='html'>I mean really, what makes people connect?&lt;br /&gt;Is it if they like the same things? To a degree, yeah, but I have friends who I have NOTHING in common with (14 year old cheerleader who hates gamers).&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends share interests. I don't think I have to tell you that it's mostly games (shocker, right?).&lt;br /&gt;Like David and me. We both enjoy Fallout 3 ('cause it's FUCKING AWESOME!), we both like screamo (he more than me, though), and we're both generally quiet (although he talks more than me(or is it I?).&lt;br /&gt;That's like it with all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;And that's that for that topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some random mumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.escapistmagazine.com/videos/view/apocalypse-lane/752-Big-Petes-Funeral"&gt;Apocalypse Lane&lt;/a&gt; is hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me and my other friend, by the name "Valter" came up with a new word today:&lt;br /&gt;Palilism/-t&lt;br /&gt;That means that you're:&lt;br /&gt;- A necrophiliac (fucks dead people)&lt;br /&gt;- Gay&lt;br /&gt;- Zoological (that means you fuck animals)&lt;br /&gt;- A pedophile&lt;br /&gt;- A Nudist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means that a Phalilist is a gay old person that fuck dead underage animals that are  of the same gender as said person, while nude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's it for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, not a Phalilist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-3407078240634153500?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/3407078240634153500/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-makes-people-connect.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/3407078240634153500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/3407078240634153500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-makes-people-connect.html' title='What makes people connect?'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-5047521919718025267</id><published>2009-05-20T20:50:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:19:50.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Social groups (Part 1, maybe)</title><content type='html'>Social Groups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm talking about! The popular, the lonesome, the tired, the geeks, the.. you get the point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd do a sum-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE POPULAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones almost everyone likes. The geeks and other unpopular groups hate them (mostly), but don't say anything 'bout it, because they know they would get beaten up if they did. The popular ones are mostly people with IQ under average. There are ofcourse exeptions, and the group of expetions are growing as the years pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE "LEAVE-ME-ALONE"'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the groups I see myself in. We are the ones oftenly refered to as "loners" or "lonewolfes". It's oftenly considered a social disability, but no, we chose to be like this! We are the ones furthest down on the social-skills list, because we don't want to sink to the others level of stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SLEEPY'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to! This is an rather easy, big and not very noticable group of people that is easily described:&lt;br /&gt;We don't sleep enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GEEKS/NERDS/DORKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in this one too! Odd! We are the smartest, but because of some involvation in some other group, we aren't on the "Top million popular" list. We oftenly hang out with our own kind, or someone NICE from The Populars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GAMERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this one too! Not to be confused with the geeks. The gamers are the ones that spend most of their free time infront of a screen of some sort. But, thanks to Mircosofts LIVE-system and Sonys whatever-they-have, they have a buch more social skills more than the geeks.&lt;br /&gt;To quote a friend of mine:&lt;br /&gt;"We are the ones that go 'LOL'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ANIME NERDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this one too! This should not be confused with the geeks either. The anime nerds are easily spottable: They have T-shirts with pictures from their favorite anime. I don't do that anymore. As there are so many of us, we have near exellent social skills, but the problem is, we only talk about anime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CUTIEPIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group of people that everyone falls in love with. There is a male and a female side. There are also the various homosexual-sides. The ones on the non-homo sides are oftem homophobians and despice anyone that isn't like them. To talke it short:&lt;br /&gt;They know there beautiful and use it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUIETS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here! We are the ones sitting a corner with our iPods on max volume. The ones that sit and philosofies. The ones that wish, that just for once, someone would talk to us. We oftenly hang to our own kind, but, if were lucky, someone popular ACTUALLY comes and talk to us!&lt;br /&gt;Commonly reffered to as "daydreamers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EMOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about the ones that dress in black have funny haircuts and listen to scary music, NOT THE ONES CUTTING THEMSELVES! They don't talk to someone outside of their group much, and it doesn't seem to bother them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CUTTING EMOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the ones that cut themselves to get attention. This group of people are the ones that oftenly were mistreated, but didn't want to commit suicide, so they just started hurting themselves for attention. Usually starts at an early age with parental mistreating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MACHOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bodybuilders. If you play football, go watch the quarterback, he's a macho. These are the ones all girls fall in love with at High School. Then it get's worse in Colleage. They outgrow it, but it can talke a while. Then they come to us, the non-machos (normals?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SPORTSFANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who don't miss a sportsgame even if it costs the their job, school, or home or anything like that. The ones that know how many goals [Insert name of famous soccerplayer here] scored when he was 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STALKERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creeps. The disgusting ones. These are the people that follow you home with poor sneaking skills and climb up to the tree just outside your window and sit the and watch you day out and day in. Can be recognized by looking wo does evrything you do, only a little after. For example:&lt;br /&gt;You begin at a new job&lt;br /&gt;The stalker starts at the same place&lt;br /&gt;You go to work&lt;br /&gt;The stalker comes some minutes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WEIRDOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in this group. The ones that often are quite popular between their own gender, but completely unpopular with the opposite gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OVERTHINKERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here too! We are the ones that are always one step ahead. We always know the worst is gonna happened, but we hope for something good. We don't take may risks at the chance of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, a weird combo of alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I forgot, I was gonna say that, from now on, I'm gonna have a list over possible blog subjects&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-5047521919718025267?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/5047521919718025267/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/social-groups-part-1-maybe.html#comment-form' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5047521919718025267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5047521919718025267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/social-groups-part-1-maybe.html' title='Social groups (Part 1, maybe)'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-3214458993834738888</id><published>2009-05-18T17:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:00:10.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Way, David's got a blog! Woo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://davvda.blogspot.com/"&gt;Here it is!&lt;/a&gt; (It's in Swedish, so watch out!)&lt;br /&gt;That's really all I've gotta say, but I wanna continiue..."talking"&lt;br /&gt;Ummm.... Haha, Relient K's got a album called MmHmm&lt;br /&gt;Haha, funny =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM EXTREMELY BORED!&lt;br /&gt;Good God, I can't spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Blue comes online at MSN soon, need him to make me a picture!&lt;br /&gt;He can draw awesome&lt;br /&gt;Really awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get the pic, I'll show you all (David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, my dog just came in! He's like 11 (that's 77 in dog years(!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And when I was playing Lux-pain yesterday, I found a spelling error! IN A RELEASED GAME! FOR REAL! And not a small one either! it said "waht"! Man I laughed. A lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, anyone know what a "chapstick" is? I know what a "chopstick" is. That's that chinese eating thingy made to annoy people (I hate them so much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, never mind! i just found out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah, I start at 9.45 tomorrow! Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I abuse exclamation marks!&lt;br /&gt;See?!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, now I'm just being evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm gonna stop now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, hunting Blue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-3214458993834738888?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/3214458993834738888/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-davids-got-blog-woo.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/3214458993834738888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/3214458993834738888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-davids-got-blog-woo.html' title='Way, David&apos;s got a blog! Woo'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-5077056420835741429</id><published>2009-05-17T14:54:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:11:58.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ba(ah)dly in love =(</title><content type='html'>God, I'm so much in love, but she doesn't love me!&lt;br /&gt;GAH!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;So I just find a pic of her, and sit there stroking it (creepy, I know, but I can't do anything else, now can I?)&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget about her, 'cause... I dunno, just can't!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad, and when I'm sad I curse (I always curse, sad or no anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just needed to say that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ByE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, &lt;a href="http://thenethernet.com/join/hellbot"&gt;&lt;img src="http://thenethernet.com/images/about/joinme-180-short.png" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-5077056420835741429?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/5077056420835741429/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/baahdly-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5077056420835741429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5077056420835741429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/baahdly-in-love.html' title='Ba(ah)dly in love =('/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-4618611973400141764</id><published>2009-05-16T22:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:45:51.037+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Way! The c-ers (I gotta find a better name) are back! =D</title><content type='html'>There back&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that was today&lt;br /&gt;Way, now it's probably be... no, it still wont be fun to go to school&lt;br /&gt;But way more fun than last week &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Har har&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got David back! Hi David!&lt;br /&gt;You've got a lot to catching up to do!&lt;br /&gt;I've been so bored this week I've been writing every day (almost)&lt;br /&gt;So, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I've got nothing more to write about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, hates school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-4618611973400141764?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/4618611973400141764/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-c-ers-i-gotta-find-better-name-are.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/4618611973400141764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/4618611973400141764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/way-c-ers-i-gotta-find-better-name-are.html' title='Way! The c-ers (I gotta find a better name) are back! =D'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-5736987795362607482</id><published>2009-05-16T12:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:03:00.135+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to write</title><content type='html'>So I'll just do some commercializing (Did I spell that right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thenethernet.com/join/hellbot"&gt;&lt;img src="http://thenethernet.com/images/about/joinme-180-tall.png" border="0" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, &lt;a href="http://thenethernet.com/join/hellbot"&gt;Nethernet-ing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-5736987795362607482?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/5736987795362607482/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/nothing-to-write.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5736987795362607482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5736987795362607482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/nothing-to-write.html' title='Nothing to write'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-6055785383246727421</id><published>2009-05-15T15:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:27:19.729+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Weee, I's got a new display pic!</title><content type='html'>Look! Look! I has a &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/fandango87/gallery/bored-ink.jpg"&gt;new display pic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tis awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't write for long, as I'm soon gonna try out Broken Steel for Fallout 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tis awesome too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, Fallout 3-er with anime display pic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-6055785383246727421?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/6055785383246727421/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/weee-is-got-new-display-pic.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/6055785383246727421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/6055785383246727421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/weee-is-got-new-display-pic.html' title='Weee, I&apos;s got a new display pic!'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-1557508033116563304</id><published>2009-05-14T20:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:03:19.615+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Made Up Quiz</title><content type='html'>My Made Up Quiz For Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Would you trust anyone with your life?&lt;br /&gt;No, not anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you have a secret crush?&lt;br /&gt;...maybe =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did you know that most of these questions are stolen?&lt;br /&gt;...I made the quiz, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you weird?&lt;br /&gt;...Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Can you draw?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What's your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs, duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you bored often?&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a quiz, what the hell do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you funny?&lt;br /&gt;When I want to, so no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who is your favorite person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;See question 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If some random person walked up to you in the street and said "Why wont you love me?!" What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I would answer " BECAUSE YOUR TERRIBLE IN BED!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Did you laugh at the last question&lt;br /&gt;....yeah x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's your favorite website?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.escapistmagazine.com/"&gt;The Escapist&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Taking this quiz, watching Knight Rider (-08) &amp;amp; watching &lt;a href="http://www.escapistmagazine.com/videos/view/zero-punctuation/724-Valkyria-Chronicles"&gt;Zero Punctuation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You wanna quit, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;You...I are correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, confused who is asking the questions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-1557508033116563304?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/1557508033116563304/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-made-up-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/1557508033116563304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/1557508033116563304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-made-up-quiz.html' title='My Made Up Quiz'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-7998155879637896525</id><published>2009-05-13T20:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:51:53.492+02:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored -.-'&lt;br /&gt;Although, I always am, so... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Dad's home right now... hope he doesn't storm in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S[h]itting (Hehe) here singing to Relient K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I Am Hates Who I've Become&lt;br /&gt;Now it's&lt;br /&gt;Be My Escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone's reading (doubtfully), say something for me to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not running downtown nude, so shush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored bored bored&lt;br /&gt;Boredelli(/o)-bored bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are jumping from place to place to place to place..and so forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named my characters in my book today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot the note in school, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell ya tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, future writer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-7998155879637896525?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/7998155879637896525/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7998155879637896525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7998155879637896525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/bored.html' title='BORED'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-7748119086932521709</id><published>2009-05-12T20:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:09:19.811+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You know... that... thing, that... things...</title><content type='html'>I'm not very good at titles&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, read all my titles ("headlines") and have yourself a good chuckle!&lt;br /&gt;There HORRIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;They are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, I just established a list of my favorite bands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killswitch Engage&lt;br /&gt;Relient K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;...good god, not the awesomes again&lt;br /&gt;...Fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, nicest song name ever: Marylin Mansion Ate My Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;By Relient K&lt;br /&gt;Just awe-...NO! I wont do it! No more awesomes... DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, just kidding&lt;br /&gt;Bleh&lt;br /&gt;Space&lt;br /&gt;Space&lt;br /&gt;Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swedish Letters: Å(å), Ä(ä), Ö(ö)&lt;br /&gt;Bored...&lt;br /&gt;So bored...&lt;br /&gt;I've got 112 songs to listen through!&lt;br /&gt;And one of them is a "genre" song! Not Punk or Rock! It's actually "genre"!&lt;br /&gt;That's fucked up&lt;br /&gt;Like hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good god I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;And no ones reading!&lt;br /&gt;David's in Germany!&lt;br /&gt;No one is reading&lt;br /&gt;Why am I even writing?&lt;br /&gt;It's like talking to yourself, only weirder!&lt;br /&gt;A LOT of weirder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...they actually have a song called "Maybe it's Maybeline"&lt;br /&gt;Just what the hell is Maybeline anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Good god!&lt;br /&gt;Wait... God with big g, right?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... g...*cough*string*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, I'm not funny&lt;br /&gt;Just bored&lt;br /&gt;To the EXTREME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up!&lt;br /&gt;Monkeys!&lt;br /&gt;Random!&lt;br /&gt;EXCLAMATION MARK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be so bored&lt;br /&gt;So bored&lt;br /&gt;I actually laughed at the "G-string" thingy&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm extremely bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, luckily, Dad's at something with his band.&lt;br /&gt;If he finds out about this, I'm fucked. He'll be like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMGawds! You have a blawg?!" =3&lt;br /&gt;OMGawds is a word&lt;br /&gt;Now it is&lt;br /&gt;It is!&lt;br /&gt;... shut up!&lt;br /&gt;93 songs left! Yaay! x3&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, smileys&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;=O&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;=E&lt;br /&gt;=F&lt;br /&gt;=S&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;Bored&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right:&lt;br /&gt;-.-'&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have some weird song names&lt;br /&gt;"May The Horse Be With You"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, Relient K-ing (Haha, King)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-7748119086932521709?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/7748119086932521709/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-that-thing-that-things.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7748119086932521709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7748119086932521709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-that-thing-that-things.html' title='You know... that... thing, that... things...'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-1779373867154977068</id><published>2009-05-11T17:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:18:01.031+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The...c-ers are off to Germany</title><content type='html'>The c-ers (no, not seers) are off to Germany!&lt;br /&gt;The c-ers, or class 8C, my parallel class. Off to Germany for a week and leaving us at school.&lt;br /&gt;To play plays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...bastards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I know they wont have fun anyways, as there germans are a-holes, according to 'em&lt;br /&gt;So HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To any eventual c-ers readin' this (*cough*David*cough*):&lt;br /&gt;Having fun? No? Thought so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something, something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write more, but I have nothin' to Wright(&lt;- intentional) about!&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;a href="http://www.co-optimus.com/images/upload/image/phoenix-wright-3.jpg"&gt;Phoenix Wright&lt;/a&gt; on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that game's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$00Pah 4w3s0m3! L0Lz (That's "Super Awesome! Lol", for those that don't speak 1337, or "Leet")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm gonna stop Wrighting now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, just read an hilarious &lt;a href="http://masem.files.wordpress.com/2006/12/phoenix_wright_wii.png"&gt;Phoenix Wright Comic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-1779373867154977068?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/1779373867154977068/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/thec-ers-are-off-to-germany.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/1779373867154977068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/1779373867154977068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/thec-ers-are-off-to-germany.html' title='The...c-ers are off to Germany'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-8629197955144631309</id><published>2009-05-06T20:29:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:19:35.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah, blah, blah</title><content type='html'>Blah, blah, blah. The language of humans.&lt;br /&gt;They just talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, and talk... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm sitting here listening to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hil1F2T19GY"&gt;Through the Fire and Flames on Mario Paint&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word-linking is fun =D&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, and &lt;a href="http://youfail.org/"&gt;YOU FAIL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;Sucker&lt;br /&gt;Space&lt;br /&gt;Space&lt;br /&gt;Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boyis.com/html/fodder.php?validate=809277001&amp;amp;n=03"&gt;Space&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ass&lt;br /&gt;Fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/2241/facepalm2ic7copyrl2.jpg"&gt;/facepalm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fucking picture took me like 30 mins to find, BECAUSE THIS FUCKING COMPUTER IS SO FUCKING SLOW I WANNA KILL it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what that is. That is not that, so that is that.&lt;br /&gt;That = X&lt;br /&gt;X = 25&lt;br /&gt;Maths =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, Maths genius (No, ofcourse not really!&lt;a href="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/2241/facepalm2ic7copyrl2.jpg"&gt; /facepalm&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-8629197955144631309?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/8629197955144631309/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/blah-blah-blah.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/8629197955144631309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/8629197955144631309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah, blah, blah'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-8864537843272988138</id><published>2009-05-02T12:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:25:37.824+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MARIO PAINT =D</title><content type='html'>MARIO PAINT! MARIO PAINT! Is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on YouTube and search for Mario Pant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hil1F2T19GY"&gt;You try listening to this once without thinking it's awesome. C'mon! I dare ya!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded it. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;It's hard as hell.&lt;br /&gt;Which makes you appreciate the composers of YouTube more.&lt;br /&gt;Yaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun watching weird techno-like versions of your favorite songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=15l9wptYIFQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;just got PaintRolled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-8864537843272988138?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/8864537843272988138/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/mario-paint-d.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/8864537843272988138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/8864537843272988138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/mario-paint-d.html' title='MARIO PAINT =D'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-4903485297555422486</id><published>2009-05-01T23:31:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:41:02.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>David made me... =(</title><content type='html'>David made me blog again. Perhaps it's because he's the only one FUCKING READING IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Hi David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching AVGN. He's funny ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the girl &lt;/span&gt;again. Ya know, the one I told you about. The one I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, this is like a conversation between David and me, but only I'm speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Installed Fallout 3 again yesterday. Sat like 3 hours (no exaggeration) looking at mods. I need to get a life... or a GF... Preferably both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound depressed, dun I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well FCUK YOU THEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna go now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max, [Odd title goes here]&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/1418073716286803782-4903485297555422486?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/4903485297555422486/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/david-made-me.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/4903485297555422486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/4903485297555422486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/05/david-made-me.html' title='David made me... =('/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-2479104108125507491</id><published>2009-04-29T16:40:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:07:44.483+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Top lists</title><content type='html'>I was reading this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.escapistmagazine.com/articles/view/issues/issue_199/6012-The-Top-Ten-Reasons-Top-Ten-Lists-Reign"&gt;http://www.escapistmagazine.com/articles/view/issues/issue_199/6012-The-Top-Ten-Reasons-Top-Ten-Lists-Reign&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thought, what the hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOP 5 DS GAMES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL POKÉMON TITLES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because pokémon will be awesome forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AVALON CODE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I mean, come an, using a book to destroy the world and create a new one! How often do you get to do THAT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PHOENIX WRIGHT TITLES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point-and-click ATTORNEY games with fancypants English&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ZELDA : PHANTOM (W)HO[U]R(E)GLASS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because it's Zelda. Zelda... Zelda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LUX-PAIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use a ring to modify your eye to see ghosts and spirits and evils and to scratsh on the reality so it becomes swirley 8D. COLORS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOP 9 Wii GAMES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Super Smash Bros. BRAWL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Nintendo characters (and Sonic and Snake) beating eachother up? GIMME! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ZELDA TWILIGHT PRINCESS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO! ZELDA! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Super Mario Galaxy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game would be awesome if it wouldn't be for SPRING MARIO!! Grr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BAROQUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Good game exept for the tiny fact that you HAVE TO START OVER OF YOU DIE!&lt;br /&gt;Great for challanges between friends though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MADWORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Haven't played it, but it sounds AWESOME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OKAMI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Seriously a crazy game. Your a DOG that, when running fast, makes FLOWERS WITH YOUR FUCKING FEET! AND THE COLORS 8D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;METRIOD PRIME 3: CORRUPTION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samus... *drool*&lt;br /&gt;No, but seriously, it's a great game, and if I only could get past the first level, that would be awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUPER PAPER MARIO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because it's awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GHOSTBUSTERS: THE VIDEO GAME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come an... it's GHOSTBUSTERS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORST 10 Wii GAMES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DRAGON QUEST SWORDS: THE MASKED QUEEN AND THE TOWER OF MIRRORS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(DQS: tMQatToM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to hate it:&lt;br /&gt;It has a lousy and long name&lt;br /&gt;You can't beat teh second boss without using the "poke" move. That move doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;It suck hairy donkeyballs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOOKED: REAL MOTION FISHING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, HOW THE FUCK COULD THEY THING THAT A GAME ABOUT FISHING WOULD BE ANY GOOD?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SIPDER MAN 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Fuck you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE GOLDEN COMPASS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FUCKING ANNOYING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ENDLESS OCEAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A game about diving?... No. Just... just no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WILD EARTH: AFRICAN SAFARI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;A game... about safari? What's next? One about aqariums? OH, WAIT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY AQARIUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;WHAT THE FU-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CABELA'S THROPHY BUCKS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... HOW MANY OF THESE ARE THERE?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NORTH AMERICAN HUNTING EXTRAVAGANZA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Safecracker: The Ultimate Puzzle Adventure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean REALLY? A game where you learn how to BREAK INTO SAFES? WHAT THE HELL... THE ADVENTURE COMPANY (And Nintendo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There! Give you more next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~ Max, first class gamer, last class reviever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-2479104108125507491?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/2479104108125507491/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-top-lists.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/2479104108125507491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/2479104108125507491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-top-lists.html' title='Random Top lists'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-8602637667939144771</id><published>2009-04-28T16:47:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:07:13.852+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-Topics</title><content type='html'>Todays topics are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;NEWGROUNDS&lt;br /&gt;SMARTNESS&lt;br /&gt;COOLNESS&lt;br /&gt;And some more shitty stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today felt like a good day... untill I remembered that we have a Spanish test today.&lt;br /&gt;I went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/facepalm&lt;br /&gt;Fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason I didn't blog yesterday. Was up studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YAY, I think I got my first reader (*cough* David *cough*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEWGROUNDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newgrounds... home of the AWESOMEST game parodies made in flash.&lt;br /&gt;For example: "Nin10Doh!" And "$00pah Nin10Doh!". That last one is my favorite. Because it's got an AWESOME parody of Zelda: Four Swords. Man that one's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMART, SMARTER, SMARTER...ER (SMARTNESS)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I just like the "Smarter...er" thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COOLNESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ask ME about this. That will go SO good! (&lt;-- Sarcasm) I'm not gonna do it. so FOCK OFF! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RANDOM MUMBLING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I realized I like someone else than that girl from mathclass (&lt;a href="http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-of-what-now.html"&gt;http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-of-what-now.html&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not going to tell you who... 'cause I know she doesn't like me... at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAH, FUCKING IPRED LAW... I wanna see DragonBall Evolution, but now I can't T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to get a GF if the only girl I like doesn't like me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To have(eth) a GF(eth) or to not have a GF(eth), that is the question(...eth).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haveth &lt;-- that's how the spoke in the... before... PAST! I mean "That's how the spoke in the past" &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/facepalmyou&lt;br /&gt;Because I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm gonna go now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, wishing the girl would like him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. If you read this, please leave a comment, so I know how many there is that reads this crap.&lt;br /&gt;Can be anything from a "space" to a 10 page rant on how I suck at blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Go Nuts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-8602637667939144771?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/8602637667939144771/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/04/multi-topics.html#comment-form' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/8602637667939144771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/8602637667939144771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/04/multi-topics.html' title='Multi-Topics'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-7741649449796120614</id><published>2009-04-25T22:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:29:59.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You know... stuff</title><content type='html'>Blah, blah, blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Were here, were bored, deal with it) (It's a parody of the gay... thingy "Were here, were queer, deal whit it". Don't know why I thought about it...*cough*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored shitless today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to be entertained over the network of MSN... I got blocked (Saying "Entertain me" to people isn't funny, I know, but still)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm just here to spam my thoughts for funsies =D Yayyy!... and so forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw "Slumdog Millionare" yesterday... pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw... SAW... R([S]AW)R (Take away the "S")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apples... why do I keep thinking of apples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probaly get a GF or summat, so I don't have to be so bored all the time (We could be bored together) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored, bored, bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS WITH ALL THE APPLES?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apples, apples, apples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILEYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkeyfuck... no, that's gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to DAVID... whom I think I've mentioned before... maybe not... I dunno, it's 11 PM here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I get smarter when I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instert random stuff here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...where did I get "Apples 'n' gravy" from? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David just sent me an idea for a game... damn it, I want to play it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go helphim spawn ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max, helper of gamedevelopers.. *cough*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-7741649449796120614?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/7741649449796120614/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7741649449796120614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7741649449796120614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-stuff.html' title='You know... stuff'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-5349432682992442543</id><published>2009-04-24T18:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:41:43.613+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frrbl</title><content type='html'>Frrbl!&lt;br /&gt;(Hiyas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl-Frrbl Frrbl&lt;br /&gt;(That damn test went to Fuck-me town)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frrbl, Frrbl, Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl, Frrbl Frrbl "Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl" Frrbl F(!)FFF&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, yeah, for that English thingy I told you about, I picked "Nine In The Afternoon" By P(!)ATD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frrb'l 'rrbl Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl&lt;br /&gt;(Don't 'ave much to write today either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frrbl Frrbl, Frrbl&lt;br /&gt;(He he, Frrbl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FrrblFrrblFrrbl&lt;br /&gt;(LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl's&lt;br /&gt;(The language of the Frrbl's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frrbl, Frrbl'Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl, Frrbl...&lt;br /&gt;(Well, I'm tired of writing like this, so...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frrbl!&lt;br /&gt;(Bye!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Frrbl, Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl&lt;br /&gt;(~ Max, master of the Frrbl language)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frrbl.Frrbl., Frrbl Frrbl 77 Frrbl's Frrbl Frrbl Frrbl&lt;br /&gt;(P.S., there was 77 Frrbl's in this text)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-5349432682992442543?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/5349432682992442543/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/04/frrbl.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5349432682992442543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5349432682992442543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/04/frrbl.html' title='Frrbl'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-3805875453737969648</id><published>2009-04-23T20:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:27:27.798+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The what of the What now?</title><content type='html'>Test tomorrow! Noooooo.&lt;br /&gt;And my best friend is moving. Far away. out to Öland (That's WAY in the south.. and a little east).&lt;br /&gt;Got some music from my friend David (Screamo... so far, so good =D (Especially Killswitch Engage)).&lt;br /&gt;And, today at Math class, a girl told me she liked me. She was either lying or crazy. I mean, like ME! The freaky little game nerd! ME! Geez.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, I made a "poem" today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Death...&lt;br /&gt;Mankind's worst enemy...&lt;br /&gt;Death...&lt;br /&gt;Feared by most, hunted by few&lt;br /&gt;Death...&lt;br /&gt;Death is a only temporary break from life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm going to include that in my book... somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I want to talk about Pokemon for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah.... Pokemon... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pocket monsters&lt;/span&gt;... awesome games&lt;br /&gt;Or, well, used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Take Yellow, for example. If you would re-release it for the DS today, it would be the best Pokemon game EVER.&lt;br /&gt;Flashy graphics. Pikachu (Damn rat and he's overcomplicated name spelling) following you around, annoying the hell out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so far, in my opinion, Emerald is the best one.&lt;br /&gt;At least until I've finished Platinum.&lt;br /&gt;But, what will happened when they run out of themes? First they had colors (Red, blue, yellow, etc). Now Gems and shiny stones (gold, silver, emerald, diamond, pearl). Oh, yeah and it was the elemental ones too: Fire red &amp;amp; Leaf green (No Water blue?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was the Anime that fucked everything up... Especially Ash and his damn GAY voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max (American Ash seriously has the gayest voice ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-3805875453737969648?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/3805875453737969648/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-of-what-now.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/3805875453737969648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/3805875453737969648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-of-what-now.html' title='The what of the What now?'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-7410272504148300432</id><published>2009-04-22T17:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:40:43.660+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome awesome with awesome topping, filled with awesome-fillings.</title><content type='html'>Bleh, school. We've got a test on Friday. Don't know shit about it.&lt;br /&gt;We got to pick a song to write about in English class. Sittin' here listening to Avenue Q, thinking about those songs (So far I will only take "The Internet Is For Porn", "I'm Not Wearing Underwear Today", although it's short, Or maybe "Shaudenfreude" (Or how the fuck it's spelled). And this must be the longest parenthesis ever).&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should just take some song from Panic (!) at the Disco. Like, "Camisado" or "That Green Geltlemen (Things have changed)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing a bookreview again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE AGE OF THE FIVE by Trudi Canavan.&lt;br /&gt;Great book series of 3.&lt;br /&gt;1. The Priestess of the White&lt;br /&gt;2. The Last of the Wilds&lt;br /&gt;3. Voice of the Gods&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, great books. You should read them... You bastard... Nah, just Kidding... or am I? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right. I read out Eastridge Academy. Awesome book. My favorite quote from it is: "This is a girl, don't break her.". That book is so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really have much to write today... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW!.. No wait... no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I got i-... FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Why you all so happy?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause our lives suck~&lt;br /&gt;Avenue Q is awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying awesome is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use "awesome" way to much. Just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So awesome is awesome, right?&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, awesome is an awesome word. Riiight?&lt;br /&gt;...yeah&lt;br /&gt;Neat.. no, wait, that ain't right... oh, right! AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, I've made a song that renders you high. Like, POT HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Im gonna go being awesome with awesome people who are awesome somwhere else that is awesome. Awesome, right? Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Awesome Max of awesometon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps, 29 awesomes in this text (Including that one. And this-&gt;) Awesome, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-7410272504148300432?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/7410272504148300432/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/04/awesome-awesome-with-awesome-topping.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7410272504148300432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/7410272504148300432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/04/awesome-awesome-with-awesome-topping.html' title='Awesome awesome with awesome topping, filled with awesome-fillings.'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-5123365285365773538</id><published>2009-04-21T16:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:28:52.129+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MMORPG's</title><content type='html'>Archlord got home yesterday. I was able to play aproximatley 20-30 minutes (Got to level 4, yay for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at that time, it hit me. MMO's have ALOT of annoying repeditive stuff in it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;QUESTS:&lt;/div&gt;There are 3 (½) types of quests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Delivery quests&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Find the item-quests&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Kill (Number) of (Monster) and talk to (Person)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 ½. Same as 3, but you got to take some proof.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PETS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There are ALWAYS pets. If there aren't yet, just you wait. They'll be there. And they'll be ANNOYING, making you feed 'em and stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NPC's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;No exeption, there are ALWAYS NPC's. Without them, the game wouldn't really work, though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NEWBIES&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There are ALWAYS newbies, asking stupid questions (Like "How do I talk", which is stupid, as they are acutally ASKING IT BY TALKING). It feels like there intensionally there to mess up your game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;FOREIGN PEOPLE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Foreign people. Atlest foreign to me. They are the people talking in their native language in the General Chat. Anyone that dosn't speak their launguage sys "What?". Then the Foreigners get upset and challenge you to a duel on the nearest PvP-server. Let's make a rule here: ONLY SPEAK ENGLISH IN GENERAL CHAT. Speak anything else with your friends, in some kind of private chat. Exept if the server is, for example, Spanish. Then you may talk SPANISH there. NOT GERMAN. Damn germans, don't seem to know any other language than their own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HOT KEYS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Simple. In most MMO's THEY DON'T FUCKING WORK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SPELLS/ABILITIES BAR&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In about 90% of all MMO's, this bar is at the bottom of the screen. Although, in some of them, you can either manually move it across the screen to the place you want it, or you can, by the push of a button, move it to the right/left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ENEMIES/MONSTERS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Trolls, ogres, rats. Common enemies in the world of MMO's. But so are Dogs, Cats, and DEER. I mean, good god, the deers are EVERYWHERE. To the left, to the right, digging secret tunnels below you, flying above you, in your pants. Fucking everywhere. In some games you can even BE a deer. Or maybe not. But you will be able to, in the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SPAMBOTS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;These may be the most annoying things in MMO's. They go around, saying things like "Buy free gold at (Adress)", or "Enlarge your penis! Click here (Link)" (God I hate the penis ones). If you see one, tell a moderator, admin or fairly high ranked player. Then find their home adress and send them prescriptions to magazines they don't want. That'll teach 'em.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"NOOBRAPERS"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;These are the high skilled Players, going around on PvP servers, killing noobs for fun. High class bullying. Don't leave the house without your very own bodyguard at level 10 billion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;KNOW-IT-ALLS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The players who seem to think their better than everyone just 'cause they hit level 10 within 20 months. Newsflash, IT'S FEASABLE IN A COUPLE OF WEEKS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;RARE ITEMS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sure, it's good for everyone who HAS them, but for us who DOSN'T, get mocked, so were forced to buy the items for 200000 times the original prize.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;POTIONS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There good and all, but, seriously, they drop from any enemy. Health Potions, for examle, drop so damn often that after 20 minutes of hardcore slaying, your at your max (usually 99). This means your invincible to anything that wouldn't kill you in one hit. Which is nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DROPS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is just weird. I mean, sure, if you kill a ogre, I understand he drops his club, but THE ALMIGHTY HAMMER OF DOOM? I mean, where was he hiding it? He only has underwear on. Unless he swallowed it, which means you just cut a ogre open and put your hand in his intestants. How nice of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;STORY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There is always a story, that YOU are the chosen one, the one to stop all madness and war. Exept everyone playing is the chosen one. And you never got to actually stop any wars, nor save the world. Bogus is what it is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MEMBERSHIP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All MMO's have memberships. I understand, they need to make money. But, DO THEY HAVE TO RUB THE MEMBERSHIP STUFF IN THE FREE-PLAYERS FACES? For example:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Hey, you want this sword?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Hell yeah!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Do you REALLY?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"YES!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"I CAN'T HEAR YOU"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"DEAR GOD, YES!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Well, FUCK YOU, you're not member"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CURRENCY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Gold, gold, gold. Never is it, like in TLoZ, or Spyro, jewels and other shiny stones. No, GOLD. Some games have silver and bronze too, but still. It gets boring. Although, some game I played before used BONES as currency (can't seem to recall the name, but) kudos to them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WEAPONS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sharp metal objects (swords, daggers), Bows and crossbows, and, ofcourse, wands. Sure, swords and bows have helped alot in the real world, back in the days, but a wand? That's like giving someone fending of an entire army by him-/herself a stick and telling the person in question to POKE everyone to death. Magic poking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CLASSES&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There are always these classes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warriors/Knights. The most balanced characters. Great for beginners.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mages. Magic based. For those who would like to freeze their enemy in his tracks, only to burn him to death seconds later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Healers. Starts with almost as much as ½ a hitpoint. But their also the most hardest class to level (because of the small amount of Hitpoints). And their the most wanted class in raids and such and such.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, there the most common classes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Necromancer. Evil mages. Class shaped for emo's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barbarians. Tankers. Wanted in raids. Always closely followed by their healer friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sorcerers. Like mages, but worse. And defensive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Corrupted (Class). The version of the class your playing that betray their class for money and glory.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;RAID SETUP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Atleast 2 tanks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The tanks should have 2 or more healers each.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 Archers stationed around the edges of the battlefield, just shooting at all that moves (Exept their Teammates)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sorcerers should stand in front, making a shield.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mages just behind the shield, fireing fireballs and thunder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warriors should run in, do an mana attack, run back, wait to get full mana. Repeat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NATURAL HABITS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All characters in the game are up 24/7 without eating, sleeping, going to the bathroom, etc. My theory is that they eat their own poo which they peed on (No, not really, that would be disgusting)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ACHIEVEMENTS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;More MMO's should have achievements. So far (that I know), WoW is the only one with it. If the are as awesome as this guy says: &lt;a href="http://www.escapistmagazine.com/articles/view/issues/issue_196/5934-Achieving-Azeroth"&gt;http://www.escapistmagazine.com/articles/view/issues/issue_196/5934-Achieving-Azeroth&lt;/a&gt;, then we should DEFINATLEY get more games with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TITLES&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If not achievements, why not titles? You know, like "SLIME SLAYER" Followed by your name. Like this guy says: &lt;a href="http://www.escapistmagazine.com/articles/view/issues/issue_196/5941-Bow-Before-the-Worm-Slayer"&gt;http://www.escapistmagazine.com/articles/view/issues/issue_196/5941-Bow-Before-the-Worm-Slayer&lt;/a&gt;. Now wouldn't it be awesome being known as "DRAGON SLAYER (Name)"? Does have a ring to it, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PETS (Again)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I know I have already had this, but I just thought of a new thing. You only get to pick from:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dragons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Horses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wolfs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jaguars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gigant Fish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unicorn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What if I want a dog following me aroung, barking at all and everyone. You should even be able to tell it to go pee on someone. THAT would be awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DAMAGE RATIO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In every MMO (exept Runescape), you start by attacking up to 5 hitpoints. Fortunatley, the monsters you try to kill only have 15 HP. Then you meet the almighty Giga-slime at level 5 with 50 HP. You run like hell. The experience horrifies you, and makes you level up to become strong enough to face Giggy. Now the thing that you feared the most just a thing to laugh at. You kill it in one blow. Then comes the gigant bird of doom sweeping down, kills you and ends your joy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The point is, Runescapes damage systems suck hairy donkey balls. The other crap was just for your entertainment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;FRIENDLY MONSTERS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;No such thing exist. Even if you want the cute little piggy to be your friend, it just rapes your eyesocket. Only one MMO I've played, you could befriend monsters, is DOMO, through some sort of scroll.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SCROLLS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Every MMO has atleast one type of scroll. Scroll of fire, scroll of capturing, scroll of burrito, and so forth. Ok, sure as most MMO's take place in acient China (scrolls were popular), they've spread to EVERY MMO. But ofcourse, noone has informed Jagex (Creators of Runescape) about this, so there a little behind... as usual.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;INGAME SUPERMONEY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Supermoney is the curency you by with realworld money to shop in the special shop in the game. Awesome, right? WRONG! The items either suck or never comes to your account due to "Server problems" (They still take your Supermoney, though).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And that's it for now. I'll probably do another one of these, but not today. I don't want to sit up untill midnight writing this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;~Max, MMORPG:er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-5123365285365773538?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/5123365285365773538/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/04/mmorpgs.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5123365285365773538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/5123365285365773538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/04/mmorpgs.html' title='MMORPG&apos;s'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-2976527061178163186</id><published>2009-04-20T20:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:29:17.567+02:00</updated><title type='text'>DUDES (And dudettes)!</title><content type='html'>Yo!&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely bored today.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Archlord (MMORPG) to come home so I can play it (3 hours... *sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;Was at school today. Fun, right? WRONG! Although, if you're actually going to school, I guess you know that.&lt;br /&gt;As I am so bored, here's a little part from the book I'm writing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"There's 4 dances a year, man. The Summer Ball, The Autumn Dance, The Winter Ball, and The Spring dance", Teim said, smiling at the hatred in his friends eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"FOUR!? WHAT ARE THEY THINKING?!", (Name) screamed, disturbing Mrs. Listinger, as she was explaining how the King-elementals had picked four girls to run the world back in the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm so going to get beaten up by a mass attack of girls after class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;", (Name) thought with a sigh, followed by a 'continue your class'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some explanation. The book is about 8 persons, ages 15 - 20. They are going to this school, where everyone has got their very own elementals. The "king-elementals" (I'll make up a better name later) are the origin of every element (Fire, Water, Earth, Wind,Light, Darkness, Thunder and Soul). And the guy referred to as "(Name)" is the main character, whom I've not thought up a name for yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go away and be bored somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max, King of boredom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-2976527061178163186?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/2976527061178163186/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/04/dudes-and-dudettes.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/2976527061178163186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/2976527061178163186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/04/dudes-and-dudettes.html' title='DUDES (And dudettes)!'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1418073716286803782.post-3893145965062581008</id><published>2009-04-18T23:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:29:38.600+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog-in nr 1! Yay =D</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is what I was thinking. I already got Facebook and stuff like that, so why not a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't have much to write. I'm listening to music. From the OverClocked project. OverClocked is basically private people whom put up remixed game music, for download. There mostly awesome. Link: &lt;a href="http://www.ocremix.org/"&gt;http://www.ocremix.org/&lt;/a&gt; . Check out Falling Back. He's got talent. Little shy on the singing though. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also pretty mad about this new Swedish law called "IPRED". It makes it easier for the cops and others like that to see your IP-address. Bullshit. All it will do is make is that, INSTEAD OF DOWNLOADING, people will go to friends who has the things they want, borrow it and copy it. It will NOT stop piracy, just slow the process down with a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11.40 here, and I'm not even tired. Thank you, Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, and I thought I'll have some categories while I'm doing this. So, without further ado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOK RECOMMENDATION: &lt;/span&gt;As I like fantasy, guess what genre this book is going to be?&lt;br /&gt;That's right, civil war. No, but seriously, fantasy. The book I recommend is:&lt;br /&gt;EASTRIDGE ACADEMY: School For Adventurers.&lt;br /&gt;It's actually made by private people, and only available through Amazon(.com). And you can read it ONLINE at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.schoolforadventurers.com/"&gt;http://www.schoolforadventurers.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you, like me, want to read it elsewhere but home, buy it. Or buy a Laptop and bring that everywhere you want to go and read it. It's up to you. Although, I got to say, the Laptop can be a little more expensive than the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FILM RECOMMENDATION: &lt;/span&gt;ROLE MODELS. Yeah, I'm not going to tell you what it's about, just go and see it. It has roleplay (Yay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: &lt;/span&gt;OVERCLOCKED. But if you're not into game music, try Panic at the Disco. There awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for the recommendations. I was going to do TV show too, but I figured everyone already watches Scrubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably explain the title of this blog, "Apples 'n' Gravy". Well, it's like thi- OH WON'T YOU LOOK AT THE TIME! Gotta go! Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max the rookie blogger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1418073716286803782-3893145965062581008?l=applesngravy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/feeds/3893145965062581008/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-in-nr-1-yay-d.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/3893145965062581008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1418073716286803782/posts/default/3893145965062581008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://applesngravy.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-in-nr-1-yay-d.html' title='Blog-in nr 1! Yay =D'/><author><name>Max</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDtGFTjPU48/Smt6b4K--ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1cHh27bPsik/S220/dava22edit2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
