<?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-6146771800823343107</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:44:09.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hippo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146771800823343107.post-8886055125659489187</id><published>2007-12-27T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T01:26:31.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON A TOUR WITH GUYS.</title><content type='html'>ahem, attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you travel with guys, expect:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shouting (and screaming, lol)&lt;br /&gt;-vulgarities/profanities to burst out of their mouths&lt;br /&gt;-laughing (weird laughter, i have to say)&lt;br /&gt;-singing (awful load of noise, that)&lt;br /&gt;-teasing (the girls, mostly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, just expect the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the scary viking thing in sunway lagoon that turns upside down, and that horrible roller coaster ride (which my cousin said was pretty tame), and being held back for 3 hours at the immigration due to some guy bringing tobacco and cigarettes etc, getting sunburnt on the nose (nasty!), it was wondeful. lol, some guys asked me to take a picture of 'em, so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/R3NvXYMiEYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PKhnBu5709Q/s1600-h/S6300105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/R3NvXYMiEYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PKhnBu5709Q/s320/S6300105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148581246437298562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u guys enjoy it. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6146771800823343107-8886055125659489187?l=happyhippohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8886055125659489187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6146771800823343107&amp;postID=8886055125659489187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/8886055125659489187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/8886055125659489187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-tour-with-guys.html' title='ON A TOUR WITH GUYS.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/R3NvXYMiEYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PKhnBu5709Q/s72-c/S6300105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146771800823343107.post-3634813859595441416</id><published>2007-12-02T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T04:10:22.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE!</title><content type='html'>I HAVE CHANGED NISA'S BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's totally dif-FAH-rent. TOTALLY, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, now it's very ashley tisdale-ish, who i dont think nisa fancies much? ha-ha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever man, 'cos i'ma design her a FROG/SUNNY skin! ha-ha. i hope she loves it. but i know, however ugly it may be, she would love it anyhow. 'cos she loves me! ha-ha, maisy, GOD you're so perasan. tee hee hee. &amp; i damn well know it too! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa-ha-ha. my cousin Curly is in fits. seriously. &amp; you know what the sordid reason is? *sniffs* she's laughing at my whistling nose. boo-hoo. im very upset about this. i-gulp-LOVE my whistling nose! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; fygi, i HAVE BOUGHT my sch books &amp; i AM NOT happy with 'em. basically 'cos they are damn THICK, can? GOD. im reading up on my bio now. i need to seem smart again! ha-ha. me &amp; shah are the only malays in triple science! whoa, we made it eh, girl? hah. im ecstatic. whoop-di-doo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; im definitely not planning on dropping one or more subjects this year. (oh, the horror of it all!) i am never gonna. 'cos i'll be doing my uttermost best. *smiles geekily &amp; pushes my specs up my broken nose* 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, &amp; as im wallowing in my sea of boredom i came up with two lines ( TWO PATHETIC LINES! HMPH!) to a rock song? i think it'll be a rock song. it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God, it's so heavenly&lt;br /&gt;The way you look &amp; smile at me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i dunno what the hell to do with it. maybe i'd finish it up, so i have a song? *snorts* yeah, fer what? fer singing it again &amp; again &amp; again 'til my head drops off &amp; i die? no sirrreeeeeeeeee. but it's great, i swear. the song i mean. the tune &amp; how i sang it. hah, im not saying my voice is nice or anything, but at least it's better than many i've known, especially the german girl on YouTube who sings HSM songs. ha-ha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im gonna check out some YouTubes now. so, l8r, g8r! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6146771800823343107-3634813859595441416?l=happyhippohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3634813859595441416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6146771800823343107&amp;postID=3634813859595441416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/3634813859595441416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/3634813859595441416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/2007/12/done.html' title='DONE!'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146771800823343107.post-5012665527960410035</id><published>2007-12-02T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T00:55:52.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>paperbags &amp; plastic hearts?</title><content type='html'>at first, i wanna post in some of my Sunny the Snowman photos, but then i decided to screw the idea. now im just surfing for frogs &amp; suns pictures for my one &amp; only, nisa. she asked me to me to make her a blogskin, &amp; so here i am, doing it. gee, i've never been obedient before. haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i "bumped" into nisa at imm on thursday! wh-hoo! so funny. i guess i was kinda paranoid after that so i joined my cousin Curly &amp; younger sister Nutty while they order. at Burger King. ( as you guys can see, i love nicknaming my good frineds &amp; family members, ha-ha) i hate bk. bleargh. did you see those posters they put up for their whoppers (whoop-di-doo) at the counter/ordering table? i soooooo totally saw the "S" being wiped off by a black permanennt marker after the word "whopper". so i pointed it out loud. to the waiter. &amp; she was like, "whoa, geroff bi-yatch." yeah, im suddenly a bitch. &amp; i dunno why. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh, frogs. where are you? aaah im very irritated with the photos. bah, i wont want to talk about it now. what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, i went to the library &amp; borrowed 8 books! wh-hoo! i borrowed lauren myracle's "TTYL", "TTFN" &amp; "l8r, g8r". which were really awesome! haha. if you're someone like me lah. i loooove zoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; "uptown girls" yesterday just made my freaking day. i cried, as per normal, but i liked the whole story. &amp; i llllooove brittany murphy. she's just gorgeous &amp; childish in that show which somehow reminded me of me. umm, cancel the gorgeous bit lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. wee! wee! i love boys like girls! the most rocking band ever lah. i feel like a hero, &amp; youre myyyyy heeeerrrooooiinnneee. yes yes yes! im yours! *smiles smugly* hoohoo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw nisa when can we HANG OUT TOGETHER? me, you &amp; my medication? chey, no lah. me, you, syam, filzah, syahidah..we can take neoprints! haha i loooove neoprints. all the un-photogenic impromptu poses by me. its all awful, i tell ya, but its the people who i take them with that really matters/counts. i love madrasah only cos of you guys (&amp; arab, tee hee) you know..i cant wait til tsanawi 3 comes by but i realised that that'll mean no more nisa haaachhhooos! (kene rasuk, hee hee) i love laughing, that, you all can see. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah, humbug. whats that mean? ha-ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp; if I try to save him,&lt;br /&gt;my whole world would, cave in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6146771800823343107-5012665527960410035?l=happyhippohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5012665527960410035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6146771800823343107&amp;postID=5012665527960410035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/5012665527960410035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/5012665527960410035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/2007/12/paperbags-plastic-hearts.html' title='paperbags &amp; plastic hearts?'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146771800823343107.post-4602539835402190765</id><published>2007-11-03T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T00:54:37.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU GO, I GO.</title><content type='html'>And, yeah. It's quite frustrating when you say, "Yeah, I'll go if you go, man." to your mate then she herself decided at that moment to say the same exact thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being the more matured one, of course I decided to decide. So most probably tomorrow we are going. Hurrah. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dunno what to wear. I have a lack of clothes. Seriously. I just wear the same freakin' thing again and again and again so yeah, now you guys know why i smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love "Your Guardian Angel" by RJA. I love "Stronger" by Kanye West. I love "4EVER" by The Veronicas. I love "The Way I Are" by Timbaland feat. Keri Hilson. I love "High School Never Ends" by Bowling For Soup. I love "The Great Escape" by Boys Like Girls. I love "Dance Floor Anthem" by GC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love TIMBALAND &amp; JOEL MADDEN have I told you guys? Have I? Lol. Well now you know. Joel's so hot. Timbaland is just awesome lah. I melt when I hear Joel's voice. It's so gorgeous. He's SO GORGEOUS. OK OK enough. I know, this is sick. But don't you guys think he's great? Subtracting the fact that he got Nicole pregnant lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I don't know what else to say here. So ta-ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6146771800823343107-4602539835402190765?l=happyhippohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4602539835402190765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6146771800823343107&amp;postID=4602539835402190765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/4602539835402190765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/4602539835402190765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='YOU GO, I GO.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146771800823343107.post-5232785605316091090</id><published>2007-10-31T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T04:47:45.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chalet</title><content type='html'>a mealworm (said Karthik) crawled on my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two cockroaches scared the freaking hell outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a BROWN SLIMY LIZARD (!!!) nearly climbed on my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept on a sandy wet bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost to HUIYING on a racing game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won to huiying &amp; shahirah to a drumming game. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pon really drank up my $1.60 slurpee when i was just kidding when i told him to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fed huiying my breakfast, which i paid 4 freaking dollars for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooriyah said he was sexually attracted to me the most among four other girls while we were truth &amp; daring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smelt really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate most of the bbq food when i didnt even cook them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used up keqing's and liuhao's phone battery when i played their Miami Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept with my hippo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinhan pulled away my blanket at night and the rest of the night i was practically shaking cos i really cant stand the cold. (luckily i brought my inhaler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i confessed during the truth or dare, which was really embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to put my other hand in the pile of hands when playing heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinhan kept hugging people in her sleep and she kept touching me and i wanted to scream but luckily i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos of jinhan i took up shahirah's space on the bed and made her sleep on the floor. (sorry girl!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i FINALLY CYCLED! in my whole life. but with the help of jinhan lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there are more. but you know, im lazy to type it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want it to last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want it to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it would never. no matter what i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss everybody lah. i'll miss karthik and pearlyn singing, "maisarah hey, maisarah ho, maisarah hippo hippo hippo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss liuhao's "i love you!" (which he does to everybody)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss keqing bullying me around. i dont care how many blueblacks i get from him. i love it when he makes me laugh. at least there's someone who's brightening up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if i'll get into the class with my friends. i love them a lot. well i guess i just have to move on lah. i dunno if i can cope next year. sigh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU 2/1 '07!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye VICE-CHAIRMAN of 2/1 '07!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6146771800823343107-5232785605316091090?l=happyhippohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5232785605316091090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6146771800823343107&amp;postID=5232785605316091090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/5232785605316091090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/5232785605316091090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/2007/10/chalet.html' title='chalet'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146771800823343107.post-1016253323518159489</id><published>2007-09-07T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:13:49.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;oh how i love photography.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it fills my body with happy bubbles! lol. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;i&gt;soooooooooo&lt;/i&gt; gonna buy those photographer-like cameras. they're really style-o. once you touch one of those you feel like you're in photography heaven. seriously. &lt;b&gt;you'll feel so high and mighty.&lt;/b&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im at my cousin's house 'cos yesterday we had a sleepover! whoo! i &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; sleepovers! plus, i get to access the internet which is like a biggie for me! ;D i'm so happy yeah yeah yeah! feel like im flying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the moment im browsing through websites that help with blogskinning. like &lt;a href="http://whateverlife.com/"&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/a&gt; and many more. type in heroine's blogskinning tips in the search engines and you get all sorts of tips! or if you want her skins just go to http://www.blogskins.com/ and type in "heroine", "afterbirth" &amp; "mothersound". she's really good. her drawings rock my stinky socks! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she gives lots of useful advices and always remind us blogskinners to be unique and creative. and not to take photos/designs/drawings etc from websites like deviantart.com, pixelgirlpresents.com and many more cos they have a copywright and stuffs. you really must ask their permission along with some printed documents of the owner's permission or something if not they will really take actions against you and &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; is not good, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so next time you see a beautiful design on the internet just take your time and stare at its marvelous beauty cos you really cant take it unless you have the permission. just click on the red X at the top right hand corner if you're a PC user or the red X at the top left hand corner if you're a Mac user(&lt;i&gt;like me!&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"In life there is always give and take,&lt;br /&gt;But the best thing to always do is to make."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Maisy&lt;/b&gt; ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6146771800823343107-1016253323518159489?l=happyhippohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1016253323518159489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6146771800823343107&amp;postID=1016253323518159489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/1016253323518159489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/1016253323518159489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146771800823343107.post-3089346997351472994</id><published>2007-09-06T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:35:02.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>xiaxue</title><content type='html'>yeah, she may sometimes be a bitch and all, but still, she's human. and she has a heart.&lt;br /&gt;and her english is really good. and i gotta admit, some of her stories are quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i already planned out what i was going to type out for today's post but being the person that i am, i forgot. as always. grr..oh btw i am never ever ever gonna play bmt again without proper training cos my whole freaking arm hurts like mad! and, i got blisters and they really hurt when you're eating crab with that blistered hand. ooh..crab. its a wonderful creature that God had endowed upon us. YUM YUM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey! im getting a new bmt racket (wait, actually my FIRST EVER one) that's gold and its super nice! i fell in love with it at first sight. sigh..still thinking up of a name for this glorious baby. maybe..it shall be a Greek. uhm..Hector! yeah, i shall bestow the name Hector on the bmt racket, in honour of Hector(son of Priam)'s, death. i liked that movie. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love Greek myths! especially the one on that feathered wings made with wax greek myth. something gotta do with a guy named daedalus and his son icarus. they wanted to escape so since daedalus was a sort of inventor, (was he the one who made that maze thingy, whats it called..oh the labyrinth! yeah..) he made some wings made of feathers and wax and so off they flew, the father and son into the air. daedalus warned icarus not to fly too close to the sun. but being the stubborn son icarus did not heed his father's advice. so of course the wax melted, the wings tore apart, and down went icarus into the sea where he met his death. poor daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that greek myth about the musician..orpheus and his gf or wife or sth..eurydice. what a sad story. you guys should go read greek myths. they're awesome. totally. astrology's cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"With melting wax and loosened strings,&lt;br /&gt;Sunk hapless Icarus on unfaithful wings."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Darwin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6146771800823343107-3089346997351472994?l=happyhippohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3089346997351472994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6146771800823343107&amp;postID=3089346997351472994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/3089346997351472994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/3089346997351472994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/xiaxue.html' title='xiaxue'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146771800823343107.post-5550845636774973635</id><published>2007-09-02T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T03:38:49.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another change.</title><content type='html'>sorry for changing skins occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to create something that's really awesome. something i wont get sick of looking at everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;                                       yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6146771800823343107-5550845636774973635?l=happyhippohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5550845636774973635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6146771800823343107&amp;postID=5550845636774973635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/5550845636774973635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/5550845636774973635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-change.html' title='another change.'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146771800823343107.post-9222592127684739402</id><published>2007-09-02T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T02:01:37.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 going on 30</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG did you watch 13 going on 30 yesterday?! damn touching..made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark ruffalo so so so hot and jennifer garner is just so drop dead gorgeous! they make a purr-fect pair. hot and purr-fect pair. *screams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried at the part where matt said he hadta marry wendy and not jenna, and when he gave jenna back the little dream house. and when he said "oh jenna dont cry" and jenna said it was ok and how she loved him and how he'll always be her best friend. and thats when matt said he loved her too. and when jenna sat down with her house and cried her heart out outside. and and i cried like crazy cos i can feel how hurtful it is to have a little girl's dreams crushed. cos every little girl's dream is to get married with the man she loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i love that show. after that show i was still crying. matt is such a sweet guy. and that night i cant sleep cos my nose's blocked and my heavy wheezings are back again. so imagine how hard it was to breathe lah. i cant breathe through my nose, and i can hardly breathe through my mouth cos i keep wheezing like a sick old dog. my gawd i hate asthma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna play bmt tmr! with weiling and huiying and shahirah and possibly some guys. hmm better start eating bananas! oo oo aa aa! *scratches armpit like a monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeheehaahaa. i love laughing. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hell-o THREE STARIGHT HOURS OF HISTORY?! omg i better take coffee before that..and have i told anybody how much i hate THE PEARL?! its such a pathetic and pointless story..but 3 and a half hours of math i can take..cos I LOVE MATHS! YIPPEE ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hurrah! im gonna get my class tee! and for the chalet im just gonna bbq with my class. strictly no sleepover for me cos i am scared of chalets and beaches, man..and whatever thing that hangs around there..*shivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a happy happy birthday to shahirah! you're 14 yeah! haha im older than you woman! :P&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;AND OH YEAH IM PROBABLY GONNA MOVE HOUSE! :( sad yeah but im OK with the smaller space. im not really a fussy lass. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times.&lt;br /&gt; It's you, it's you, you make me sing.&lt;br /&gt; You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6146771800823343107-9222592127684739402?l=happyhippohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9222592127684739402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6146771800823343107&amp;postID=9222592127684739402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/9222592127684739402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/9222592127684739402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/13-going-on-30.html' title='13 going on 30'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146771800823343107.post-1640135897485842655</id><published>2007-08-22T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T03:17:51.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;EVERYTHING BAD (to others but OK for me) THAT HAPPENED TODAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) this morning my beautifool sister wouldnt lend me her deodorant so i &lt;b&gt;had to&lt;/b&gt; use an air freshener to make me smell better..dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) my friends kept commenting about the yellowiness of my armpit area on my uniform. so when huiying asked me how many times i washed my uniform one week, i said "once". which made them all puke and wanted to stay away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i failed my mother tongue common test. and this is the &lt;b&gt;second&lt;/b&gt; time i failed something in my WHOLLLEEE LIFE. and mdm hanita is very disappointed in me. and my parents will be very very very disappointed in me. but frankly, and i dunno why, i dont really feel a thing, not even a twinge of guilt OR disappointment. which i forced myself to feel afterwhich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i ate my hokkien mee quite disgustingly (based on everybody's views) but i thought it was quite OK. i mean, im not like on a date or something wad (which i dont think i ever will judging on all my bad bad habits. "tsktsktsk shame on you, maisy.how are you gonna get a bf like this huh?" answer: i like the thought of having someone to share all your thoughts and cares with,but seriously, i can live without one. i think. i hope.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) i sang "it's raining raining, ooh baby it's raining raining, baby come into me" when shah said "hey look its raining". shah gave me a "shuddup bitch" face and i &lt;b&gt;had to&lt;/b&gt; shut up. sigh. doesnt singing make you feel as if you can fly? yeah? well, looks like none of my friends think so. sobsob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anw, to day i took out my old band file and out dropped my last year's or was it this year's birthday card from wanping an cassie. and i just started tearing up cos it striked me that i may never see cassie again and i really missed her company; her presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that goes to show that i really have a hard time forgetting people i care about so much, from my old school at AMP til now. i start crying thinking of all those memories i had in bukit merah and how much i missed learning at kumon and how much i missed my parents picking me up and how much noise they make complaining to me when they had to rush out from work just to pick me up. and i missed the times when it was just me and my parents. no sister. yet. i loved the adventures we had; the moments we laughed with joy and cry with sorrowness. and how my dad used to whip out his belt on me when i couldnt memorise my times table when i was less than 5 years old. and how i would always sleep with my parents cos i was afraid of the dark and monsters that i thought surround me at night. and of how my dad snored in my ear and always made me think that a monster was up close me so i wouldnt open up my tiny eyes. and of how my dad used to carry me around with me laughing, thinking that everyday every year would be like this. and of how i would hug my mom and dad everytime i see them after school and tell them of amazing stuff i learnt at school.and of how my mom got pregnant and how i thought she was growing really fat. and how my sis arrived in this world. and of how jealous i was of her; no more great times with my dad and mom so sometimes i felt left out and cried til i couldnt cry anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i gradually learnt to love my sister. she's my best friend. but i've always thought of what would happen if there was only me and my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss holding my mommy's hand. i still do it, but sometimes my mom shakes my hand off and that makes me feel sad. i threatened her that if she doesnt hold my hand i would get a bf so i could hold his, but she doesnt care as in she still wont lemme hold her fragile veiny mothery hand, a hand i love so much. with tthose hands she cradled me, fed me, pinched my cheeks, slapped me, pulled my ears, change my diapers and more. i really wanna hold her hand forever. before its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel damn miserable now so im going off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6146771800823343107-1640135897485842655?l=happyhippohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1640135897485842655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6146771800823343107&amp;postID=1640135897485842655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/1640135897485842655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/1640135897485842655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/2007/08/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146771800823343107.post-4786150167330519842</id><published>2007-08-22T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T02:36:01.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY! YOU OK?!</title><content type='html'>omgs..went to je lib with siao-mei, lianny and oi3x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who dunno, its renfang, weiling and huiying respectively..hahas. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so funny lah the whole day..laugh like siao siao liddat.until crying! :'D&lt;br /&gt;these people HOR i walk wave hello lianny and oi3x mouths like hanging wide open. so i as lah, you guys OK? den lianny sae "wad u wearing?!" so i say, "erms..skirt and blouse and leg stockings(wich i wore on my hands)?" and in my head im like clothes duh wad is wrong with them sia..&lt;br /&gt;den on mrt i sing SONG oso cannot..walao mus go get license or wad?! lol. den i walk with my shoe liddat oso gt probs..omg lah. isnt tat wad makes me uniquely different guys??? hahas, :D&lt;br /&gt;and lianny go take pics of renfang me huiying. alot is renfang. bt all the retarded ones were me lah..sigh..everyday is always a humiliating day for me..:)&lt;br /&gt;and i saw a hippo damn cute i wanted to buy but im broke broke broke broke broke. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still havent prepared for my solo..wad to play? man oh man..i look at ellise's face look like she's gonna pick me next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang, im screwed lah. everybody is stressing me in some way or another. and i've got a lot of stuff to do. i try not to thinkk about them, but one way or another they come back, haunting me, reminding me, "hello maisy you got to do us!" so like now my brain's bursting outta my head but i still try to amuse and entertain myself by being the crazy girl that i am now. :D so please, when you think i ignore you im seriously thinking deep about something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hip hip hip hooray! tmr's HAIRSPRAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ZAC EFRON OMG MARRY ME!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winks at shah, "he's &lt;b&gt;mine&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;bitch&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahas. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6146771800823343107-4786150167330519842?l=happyhippohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4786150167330519842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6146771800823343107&amp;postID=4786150167330519842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/4786150167330519842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/4786150167330519842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-you-ok.html' title='HEY! YOU OK?!'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146771800823343107.post-1963791426630043775</id><published>2007-08-18T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T04:57:40.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anybody???</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=6&gt;does anybody have "Something About You" by Jamelia?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6146771800823343107-1963791426630043775?l=happyhippohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1963791426630043775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6146771800823343107&amp;postID=1963791426630043775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/1963791426630043775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/1963791426630043775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/2007/08/anybody.html' title='anybody???'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146771800823343107.post-7788532083748935697</id><published>2007-08-18T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T04:49:51.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/RsbcpQoi4SI/AAAAAAAAABc/Li5qkJ2Lv1w/s1600-h/shuttletower!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/RsbcpQoi4SI/AAAAAAAAABc/Li5qkJ2Lv1w/s320/shuttletower!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100006229441437986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUTTLE TOWER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/Rsbcpwoi4TI/AAAAAAAAABk/AxQ-Zh6KrjI/s1600-h/happyhippo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/Rsbcpwoi4TI/AAAAAAAAABk/AxQ-Zh6KrjI/s320/happyhippo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100006238031372594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HIPPO! myyyyyyyyy superhero!  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6146771800823343107-7788532083748935697?l=happyhippohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7788532083748935697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6146771800823343107&amp;postID=7788532083748935697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/7788532083748935697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/7788532083748935697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/2007/08/bored.html' title='bored..'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/RsbcpQoi4SI/AAAAAAAAABc/Li5qkJ2Lv1w/s72-c/shuttletower!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146771800823343107.post-5446929947644043183</id><published>2007-08-18T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T03:51:42.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jamelia</title><content type='html'>I could talk to you for days &lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh one thousand ways &lt;br /&gt;And I realise (you fill me up) &lt;br /&gt;Like hot water (in my tea cup) &lt;br /&gt;I'm enchanted by your smile &lt;br /&gt;I must admit it took a while &lt;br /&gt;For me to see that (this was something) &lt;br /&gt;More than (he's my friend, it's nothing) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to God you feel the way I feel &lt;br /&gt;'Cause this could be amazing &lt;br /&gt;Something so super real &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about you and you don't even know it &lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you now that you got me good &lt;br /&gt;There's something about you and I can't help but show it &lt;br /&gt;Damn now, you got me good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not alone &lt;br /&gt;With you I'm home &lt;br /&gt;I gotta let you know &lt;br /&gt;You got me good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your style, your voice, your points of view &lt;br /&gt;The good, the bad and ugly too &lt;br /&gt;Boy I'll take it (give it to me) &lt;br /&gt;I'll be careful (give it to me) &lt;br /&gt;Addiction don't come close to this &lt;br /&gt;Official is what this is &lt;br /&gt;Still I can't say it &lt;br /&gt;No I can't say that I'm in love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to God you feel the way I feel &lt;br /&gt;'Cos this could be amazing &lt;br /&gt;Something so super real &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about you and you don't even know it &lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you now that you got me good &lt;br /&gt;There's something about you and I can't help but show it &lt;br /&gt;Damn now, you got me good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;with you I´m home &lt;br /&gt;I gotta let you know &lt;br /&gt;You got me good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna &lt;br /&gt;Be your all and all &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be the one to make you fall &lt;br /&gt;I wanna take you away &lt;br /&gt;I want you to be for me &lt;br /&gt;I want you here with me forever &lt;br /&gt;Be my holiday, yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah &lt;br /&gt;Let me take you away &lt;br /&gt;There's something about you &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There's something about you and you don't even know it &lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you now that you got me good &lt;br /&gt;There's something about you and I can't help but show it &lt;br /&gt;Damn now you got me good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not alone &lt;br /&gt;With you I'm home &lt;br /&gt;I gotta let you know &lt;br /&gt;You got me good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me &lt;br /&gt;You got me good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JAY CHOU! AND SECRET! GO WATCH! ITS A MUST WATCH I TELL YOU! jay chou's first movie ever was really really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks a lot, liuhao, for sacrificing your H2O for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6146771800823343107-5446929947644043183?l=happyhippohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5446929947644043183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6146771800823343107&amp;postID=5446929947644043183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/5446929947644043183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/5446929947644043183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/2007/08/jamelia.html' title='jamelia'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146771800823343107.post-6451370495862114247</id><published>2007-08-05T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T03:50:57.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>start of something new</title><content type='html'>yes. a start of something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fresh new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks boy, for that hit in the middle. made me say "ow.". made everyone, including foreigners, laugh at &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why didnt anyone warn me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;everybody knows i'm a little insane, but do ya want me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6146771800823343107-6451370495862114247?l=happyhippohouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6451370495862114247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6146771800823343107&amp;postID=6451370495862114247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/6451370495862114247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6146771800823343107/posts/default/6451370495862114247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyhippohouse.blogspot.com/2007/08/start-of-something-new.html' title='start of something new'/><author><name>Maisarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBqp4ZcLeZc/SNd1oXpBSCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/URRfyU-Z2Ng/s1600-R/caravan_project.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
