If only Hmong girls cost snow. It would be so perfect. I live in WI, I am snow rich! There's so much of it. I would be able to buy a Hmong wifey! Sucks for you CA kids, you'll have to go up to the mountains to shovel up some snow. But here where I live, I get it in my own backyard. Heck, there's so much of it, I could even buy some of you guys without snow a wife too. Even if a wife costed 10G snow, I would cash it in with one load. I would just flop it over like I was loaded with unlimited snow! Wait a sec, I do have unlimited snow! Well, that is until summer comes rolling in.

So I see that everyone is randomly blog about the stupidest craziest nonsense thing just to get kudos here eh? What's the point behind it? Lol! Bragging rights? "I HAVE THE MOST KUDOS ON HP!" Wait, how'd I get 66 kudos? I didn't even do anything here for so many days. Anyways back to the point, what are we ever going to do with them? It's saying, "I'M RICH ONLINE!" Okay, but in real life, you're a BROKE DONKEY MOMMY F-ER.

So topic of the day is Shoes. Such a random topic because I got it from Mary. Sesh, Mary couldn't have thought of something better, but I guess it's from Mary. What could I expect from Mary though, I mean she is Mary. Okay, enough about Mary, let's get on to the topic of the day. It's shoes now.

Have you ever thought about it? It's so hard to find that one fat girl that smells like fish and honestly loves you. Do you really think that even a fat chick would love you even though she's fat? What you build her confidence and then leaves you for another guy? What if you teach her that her fishy smell is good or perhaps how she can get rid of it and she becomes non-smelly? What if she loses major weight and becomes a hottie!? Then what are you left with? NOTHING!

Today, we are going to discuss the benefits of having a Hmong penis. Yes, there are benefits. Well, I guess we could call this benefits of the Asian penis. But since majority of us here are Hmong, we'll just stick to Hmong. So let's get started.

Last night as darkness fitted the space in my room, my thoughts lighten. I left the world behind to float my endless fantasy world of a dream. Spin, twist, cycle at my free will. You probably were sleeping sound like you always do, not even the slightly movement would wake you.

So I've been wondering to myself. I know, I feel kind of embarrassed to even say this but, I've been wondering. I see so many guys on HP claim they have a big penis. And then they go at it and yap that their penis is this many inches. I've always wonder how they do it? Do they touch themselves until they get hard, then burst out the ruler and measure? I mean, for girls, they have to wear bras, they must know their size. Us guys, what's the point of knowing your size? To cock off to other guys that you have bigger penis (notice the pun in this sentence).

So has anyone ever wondered if there's a real Axe Effect? You know, where they claim if you use it, you get the girls? It even says so on the bottles and has a picture of a girl too. So I tried it to see if I get an Axe Effect. I started with just the hair stuff.

So as the coder of this project. I see it's starting to slump down. So I thought I'd step in and give it my little push of an effort. Here's the breakdown. We're making a HP Yearbook for '09. Anyways, we started some data gathering but unfortunately, we lost that data. So, here I am as the database designer. Please fill out the following sections below. If you don't fill it out, I will be forced to use your data that I have collected while making my other program. And if that doesn't show up good in the YearBook, it's not my fault you didn't submit your own entry for it.

Why is it that it's always the bad news that make the news popular? Have you ever thought about that? Pick up a newspaper or watch the local news station. Majority of the articles or reports are on bad things that happens. There are car accidents, arrests, bad weather, and what-nots.

We as humans tend to forget the small things. We tend to over look things and want the big picture. We forget to see that it's the small things that make the big things happen. We don't remember the simple things that make us happy. We always see the things that we want more of, the things that we can't obtain. No, I'm not saying sit back and relax.

Suddenly on his journey of seclusion, the ninja has second thoughts. Regrets. He turns his shoulder to look back at all the good times in his village, his home. He now wonders who will watch over HP. Dawn break was just around the bend, you could see the skies purple with orange chasing.

He draws his swords from over his shoulders again. Home, that is where he shall return. To the world who made him who he is today. His speed steadily rushes his through thick forest. Step by step, leap by leap, he raced home.

You know, it's funny how things work out. It started with her chasing me. -exert-

I pulled the E-brake and did a complete U-turn just to go back to her. I stopped my ways of flirting for her. Little did I know, my heart would fall for her fast. And now I'm the one chasing her. I'm the one watching her from the shadows. Our roles switch places. I thought that if I could turn myself around, I wouldn't appear as such a bad person to her. Since everyone else deemed me to be the worst at my job, or the best, which ever you consider.

I don't know what's going on with my mind. Perhaps it's the part where I haven't heard from you for a couple of days now or I miss you like crazy. But it's been the second day in a row that I had a dream about you. I dreamed you were here with me yesterday. Waking me up to go to work. You called me at first, then we were talking. And all the suddenly you were there with me. I awoke around 2AMish. Then tried to call you with no avail.

Why did I choose to be with you, when there are plenty of girls I could of dragged along with me in life? The reason is simple, yet complicated all at once. But if you think about it, it simply is because you are you.

I wanted someone who could see past the outer flirt everyone else saw and get through. Through to the person on the inside. I wanted someone who would take the time to notice the small things. Like the saying says, "Stop and smell the roses." I wanted someone who could make me jealous and I too to her.

Babe. I know you probably will think I'm wrong either way. And that I'm just trying to lie. But believe me, I remember telling you that I'd call you when I got up. I remember saying that I need a tree buddy. Then you yelled at me saying that I just wanted to use you. I told you that I'd call you in the morning, but I don't remember telling you a time. I don't remember saying that I'd call you at 2AM. Babe, you told me to go to bed 10 minutes till 1AM.

Right now, you're talking to me. So I'm happy and at relief. But when you're not talking to me. When you're busy or doing other things. Just sitting here, I can't help but think about you. I know, it might be all words that I'm writing here. But believe me, these are words from the heart. These are true feelings written down, so you would know what I'm thinking. I might not be the greatest talker, I'd say more of the quiet type and you know so too.

I would like to wish Happy Thanksgivings to you all. Although it might not be much but words, I wish for you guys to have a wonderful day. Enjoy your feasts and eatings, your family time together and friends. Watch the food disappear, as smiles enlighten in the air.

Here we have it people. Here's the guide to tell if you are HPopular. First and foremost, HPopular is a combination of HP and Popular smashed together. Therefore ending us with HPopular. Now what HPopular means is: "you are popular on HP.".

So here we go, follow these guidelines. If you can answer 'Yes' to about every single one, you are HPopular. If you can't answer Yes to any of these, You are a complete loser.

So, since I could remember, I was on HP. HP is so addicting, I asked my dad if I could quit school for HP. I had to be here all the time to chat with you kids. Anyways, I asked my dad about it and I got backhanded so hard, I couldn't see what people typed to me for a whole week. Well, I did eventually get to quit school for HP though. I secretly hid in the library and chatted on HP throughout the rest of my school career. I learned lots of important things from HP that I will tell you about.

Here are the benefits of quitting school for HP:

Every night, I go to sleep with her on the phone. With her voice slandering me to sleep. She's my comfort, relaxes me to fall into my slumber. She's like the prize after a long day of work. The greatest prize that could ever be obtained.

But lately, it's been even better. I feel closer to her than ever. Our late night phone talks always ends with our voice tainting off into the darkness of night. Then a 'Goodnight and sweet dreams' and a 'kiss me through the phone'. I guess Soulja Boy was right.

I know, I'm early, but I won't be home. I hope you enjoy.

Gullible, the adjective that means to be easily deceived. She told him he was too gullible. She said, she wish it would of stayed there. So over the past couple of days, he thought to himself. Should he be less of what he is? Should he give her room to wiggle? Should he loosen his grip?

Yesterday, Sunday, November 15th. I was pondering around in the forest when a vision foresaw to me. I've seen this vision once before and yet I didn't understand it at that place and time. I am a strange person, I have extra ordinary powers in which I can't control nor are they harmful to human kind. I'm not like those X-Men people who have mutant powers. My powers are hidden, coming to my mind whenever they want. They are uncontrollable, I can't force them to come, nor to go.

It was year 2004, I was a junior in high school. Just turned 17 in the spring. Quite the fob, like always, perhaps even a loser in high school. But that didn't stop me from getting to know everyone I could, I had friends from different group of people. They were quite fun to hang out with, from Hmongs to emos, to punks, skaters, geeks, preps, and what nots. No, I was still just a loser trying to find the right crowd and fit in. No girl friend either, no Hmong girls took interest in me. I thought to myself it was because I was a fob.

I go by the name of Xeng. As many of you might know, I was born in Thailand. I came over in the year 2002. When I was applying, I didn't know my birthday, so they gave me one. I was born in 1987. Yeah, I know, I was only 15 when I came to the USA. But in reality, I believe I was older. Oh well, that just means I have more of a chance to go to school and learn stuff. I started as a freshman in high school. New to the states, I was quiet like your new comer Hmong boy. Slowly, I started befriending more and more Hmong people. The guys were always about playing and girls.

So as some of you might know or might not know, over the pass few weeks, I haven't been that well. That's probably the biggest reason why I'm not on HP that often anymore. I don't know what it is but I am not the best. I keep getting this achy feeling inside of me. At times, it's like stabbing and throbbing. No, it's not H1N1 or Swine Flu. I know, many of you might have wished I had that so that I would die sooner, but no. Lolz!

Um, today, I'm just going out of my mind thinking about someone. So I thought I would write her something. I can't explain too well in words when I'm talking to her, but I hope writing it in words helps draw the picture. If you don't like my little poem, it's okay. I just wanted to let it out so she would know.

Man's biggest weakness is Woman. You can deny it all you want, but you know it's true. Great men have fallen in history due to influence from women. If one beautiful lady can woe this ninja, would you think you could escape?

So please enjoy and happy HPing to you all.

What does it take to trust a flirt? Apparently to some people a flirt is the hardest person to ever trust. You think that they would continuously flirt with other people while they're with you in a relationship. Why is that? Can people who flirt not be trusted? Are we doomed to be flirts for the rest of our lives and not be able to be faithful? Do flirts not have morals? So what does it take to prove that a flirt is faithful?