<?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-1529928321372219493</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:05:31.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cows go moo.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829258396035983546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_583xk_IOHxw/SLSFDnjNNBI/AAAAAAAAABI/PzVcWbkU8nU/S220/blogspot.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-1529928321372219493.post-6013070144962659658</id><published>2009-01-15T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:29:09.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Break coming to an end...</title><content type='html'>Yup, I'm officially heading back to school on Monday. I can't wait for the start of a new semester. Clean slate, start all over. I'm going to aim for all A's in every class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed I've been really independent lately at home. (Well not financially) I clean the house for my mom without be asked to. Clean &amp; keep my room clean. Do all the laundry. It's a good thing &amp; I'm glad. Living at the dorms definitely teaches you a lot about being independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend and I are still doing really well. We do have communication issues online though... Like we'd talk to each other on AIM but it's so frustrating cause we never know what to say to each other. And then half the time everything we say ends up a fight because I guess we both are expecting the other to say something else. But in person, we're totally cool. No communication issues. It's weird ... wouldn't it be the other way around? Trouble in person but online it'd be easier? Weird....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that its a new year, I've cleared out a lot of my past left in my room. All the stuff I kept from my exbf, I threw out. When I was going through them, I didn't feel anything. No missing him feelings, no wondering how he is. Is this what they mean by completely being over someone? But he's gone now &amp; I'm glad. You only have the future to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also threw out everything my exbestfriend gave me. And I didn't have any feelings of regret either. It was more like feelings of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that once someone really walks out of my life, they'll probably never get back in. Peace bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is pretty damn good right now. &lt;3 :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529928321372219493-6013070144962659658?l=kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6013070144962659658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529928321372219493&amp;postID=6013070144962659658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/6013070144962659658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/6013070144962659658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-break-coming-to-end.html' title='Winter Break coming to an end...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829258396035983546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_583xk_IOHxw/SLSFDnjNNBI/AAAAAAAAABI/PzVcWbkU8nU/S220/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529928321372219493.post-503646175983257297</id><published>2009-01-09T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:43:06.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday + Today</title><content type='html'>Recapping ..&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole day with my bofriend yesterday. Went to Long Island with him so he could register for his classes. He couldn't take math with me :( but he was Tuesdays off just like I do. And he only has one class on Fridays so that's good cause I have no classes Friday. The shuttle was running on campus so we walked from Midge Karr Art Center back to the Quad. It would have been a long ass walk but we cut through the woods. Went back to his place afterwards and just chilled. Met his aunt, his lil cuzzo and his lil brother. It was cool. I had an awesome day &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did absolutely nothing today. Woke up at 12:30. Watched American Pie: Beta House. Lotsa boobies! Made myself lunch at around 2PM. Started watching High School Musical 3 then it was time for work. Yep, I went back to work for the first time after like 2 and a half months. The water was warm, thank god. It was fun. I like teaching. After work, came home and finished watched HSM3. Cute storyline. I always thing Vanessa Anne Hudgens is pretty. Zac Efron, ehhh, not so much. Probably going to call it a night early today cause I'm super tired. So yeahhh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529928321372219493-503646175983257297?l=kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/503646175983257297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529928321372219493&amp;postID=503646175983257297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/503646175983257297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/503646175983257297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday-today.html' title='Yesterday + Today'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829258396035983546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_583xk_IOHxw/SLSFDnjNNBI/AAAAAAAAABI/PzVcWbkU8nU/S220/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529928321372219493.post-6843507607857741142</id><published>2008-11-05T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:12:26.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making History.</title><content type='html'>It's been a longgggggggggggggg while since I've updated. I think I wanna switch back to livejournal ... or wordpress. Ierno. Part of the reason why I haven't updated is cause blogger wouldn't let me log into my account. I was pretty surprised I was able to log in this morning. I just decided to check it out of the blue. Surprises, surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone saw the elections last night right? Yeah. Coolbeans. My parents are hella racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend makes me smile a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been talking to any of my HS friends. IDK. I don't contact them. They don't contact me. What's going on? I miss 'em definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My college friends aren't so bad. I'm getting close with my roommate and 2 of my other suitemates. College is fun. Alotta fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529928321372219493-6843507607857741142?l=kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6843507607857741142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529928321372219493&amp;postID=6843507607857741142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/6843507607857741142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/6843507607857741142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/making-history.html' title='Making History.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829258396035983546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_583xk_IOHxw/SLSFDnjNNBI/AAAAAAAAABI/PzVcWbkU8nU/S220/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529928321372219493.post-2330126105870259385</id><published>2008-09-23T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:31:54.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Love - DC</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I blogged. Happy (belated) birthday Andy! Damn .. I'm missing all of my friend's bday dinners cause I'm in LI. I wish I was in school in the city with them ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College has definitely picked up. I actually really like it here. I lied to my parents about having to attend a workshop this weekend so I don't have to go home. Well it isn't really a lie because there is a workshop I have to attend and there is a session on the weekends. I went to the workshop today to get it out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new friends here are super cool. I really like them all. I haven't really gotten close to anyone yet. Close as in, Carissa&amp;Lucky best friend close. I mean I talk and gossip and chill with 'em. We're getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dating someone. He makes me smile.. a lot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note .. I will go to classes Thursday morning. I will go to classes Thursday morning. I will go to classes Thursday morning. I will go to classes Thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T If I miss my Thurdsay morning classes again, I'm gonna have to withdraw. Sh/t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm most likely not going to update tomorrow so &lt;b&gt;Happy birthday babybro&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529928321372219493-2330126105870259385?l=kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2330126105870259385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529928321372219493&amp;postID=2330126105870259385' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/2330126105870259385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/2330126105870259385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/2008/09/air-love-dc.html' title='Air Love - DC'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829258396035983546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_583xk_IOHxw/SLSFDnjNNBI/AAAAAAAAABI/PzVcWbkU8nU/S220/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529928321372219493.post-2762656086754410163</id><published>2008-09-07T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T05:47:30.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days Ago - Mario Winans</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday Carissa Dech&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're finally 18! We can go buy the lotto and cigarettes and get tattoos TOGETHER. I hope you had an awesome last night at Hooters. I'm sorry I couldn't make it but I promise you I'd make it up to you. You're an amazing friend and I'm so glad you're always there for me. Thanks for being there for me through the guys, the girls, the friends, the haters, school, family, work &amp; basically everything. I miss seeing you in school :( I LOVE YOU BABE&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529928321372219493-2762656086754410163?l=kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2762656086754410163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529928321372219493&amp;postID=2762656086754410163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/2762656086754410163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/2762656086754410163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-days-ago-mario-winans.html' title='3 Days Ago - Mario Winans'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829258396035983546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_583xk_IOHxw/SLSFDnjNNBI/AAAAAAAAABI/PzVcWbkU8nU/S220/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529928321372219493.post-2426848703596992952</id><published>2008-09-04T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T05:05:34.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction - Ryan Leslie ft Cassie</title><content type='html'>You've got fashion and style &lt;br /&gt;I'm lovin' your smile and &lt;br /&gt;The way you get down &lt;br /&gt;I can't see no one else &lt;br /&gt;It's you by yourself, yea &lt;br /&gt;In spite of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Baby no one else matters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529928321372219493-2426848703596992952?l=kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2426848703596992952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529928321372219493&amp;postID=2426848703596992952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/2426848703596992952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/2426848703596992952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/2008/09/addiction-ryan-leslie-ft-cassie.html' title='Addiction - Ryan Leslie ft Cassie'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829258396035983546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_583xk_IOHxw/SLSFDnjNNBI/AAAAAAAAABI/PzVcWbkU8nU/S220/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529928321372219493.post-5143995282997084966</id><published>2008-09-02T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:14:51.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Up - Various Artist</title><content type='html'>First blog from my dorm. Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it up here. I really do. &amp; if you're one of the people I've been complaining too .. &lt;i&gt;my bad&lt;/i&gt;. I'm never one to complain or whine but seriously, &lt;b&gt;I hate it here&lt;/b&gt;. My roommate is chill and all that but she's so different from me. The people I "chill" with right now are all potheads. They've been out everynight since we've moved in. My roommate comes home every night at like 4 or something. She's out right now, again. She has an 8 o'clock class tomorrow. Whatever. Not my business. I haven't met anyone I can relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of class tomorrow. I'm excited for that. I only have one class and it starts at 1PM so lucky me. I have yet to figure out how the shuttle buses work around here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things pick up. College isn't what I thought it'd be like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529928321372219493-5143995282997084966?l=kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5143995282997084966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529928321372219493&amp;postID=5143995282997084966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/5143995282997084966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/5143995282997084966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/2008/09/stand-up-various-artist.html' title='Stand Up - Various Artist'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829258396035983546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_583xk_IOHxw/SLSFDnjNNBI/AAAAAAAAABI/PzVcWbkU8nU/S220/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529928321372219493.post-8112104236472004181</id><published>2008-08-29T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:49:25.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Don't Go - Tank</title><content type='html'>This is the first entry I'm blogging from my laptop. Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 more nights sleeping at home in my own bed, then I'm officially in my dorm. I need to finish packing. I started but I procrastinate and get lazy. Lollls. I will get on it after I finish this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went on a date. Mind you, I haven't been on a date since my last boyfriend, which was a long ass time ago. I was real nervous for it. I had a good time. He was a nice guy. We went to watch Dark Knight. Yes, I finally watched Dark Knight. It was a good movie. I didn't really understand parts of it. My brother said I'd have to watch the first one to get the second one. I did watch the first one, I just forgot what it was about. So anyways, after the movie, he took me to a nice place for dinner. It was different from what usual guys would bring me to eat. It was fancier, much fancier. Guys, stop bringing your dates to crappy asian restaurants. He paid for dinner. I paid for movies. I had a nice time. We walked around 42nd after dinner, just talking. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there was chemistry though. It felt like two friends eating and going to the movies. I don't know. Does it take more than one date to build something between two people? I forgot what it was like to be with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? Schools my only priority right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529928321372219493-8112104236472004181?l=kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8112104236472004181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529928321372219493&amp;postID=8112104236472004181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/8112104236472004181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/8112104236472004181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/please-dont-go-tank.html' title='Please Don&apos;t Go - Tank'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829258396035983546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_583xk_IOHxw/SLSFDnjNNBI/AAAAAAAAABI/PzVcWbkU8nU/S220/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529928321372219493.post-1567221538795013883</id><published>2008-08-26T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:22:29.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better In Time - Leona Lewis</title><content type='html'>I felt the need to update cause I haven't updated in a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;Picture blog tomorrow cause I wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I spent the whole night with Team7. I remember when Team7 was only 6 people. Now we're a good 17-20 and we're all super close with each other. There were so many times where we all had our differences but somehow we overcome it &amp; we're still good. It's hard to believe that we won't be seeing each other in the halls anymore, having lunch with each other, having classes with each other. I mean, we're all &lt;b&gt;seriously going our separate ways&lt;/b&gt;. Stonybrook, Baruch, NYU, Vassar, NYIT, St. Johns, Fordham,7 schools. Those that are still sticking with each other in college are so lucky. I wish I was going to one of the school with you guys. It's kay. Calvin, Chan, Chen &amp; I will survive on our own. Hot damn, Imma miss all of you&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a sh/tload of money today. Haircut, eyebrows, clothes, art supplies. 90% of my money spent went to my art supplies and &lt;b&gt;I'm no where near done&lt;/b&gt;. I picked a very expensive major ... very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn .. I haven't even packed yet, or &lt;b&gt;anything&lt;/b&gt; yet. Rawr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529928321372219493-1567221538795013883?l=kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1567221538795013883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529928321372219493&amp;postID=1567221538795013883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/1567221538795013883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/1567221538795013883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/better-in-time-leona-lewis.html' title='Better In Time - Leona Lewis'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829258396035983546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_583xk_IOHxw/SLSFDnjNNBI/AAAAAAAAABI/PzVcWbkU8nU/S220/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529928321372219493.post-4775858716896713533</id><published>2008-08-23T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T05:09:49.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Your Love - Jady</title><content type='html'>I can't remember the last time I woke up to watch Saturday morning cartoons. I always sleep till late on a Saturday morning. Late enough to &lt;b&gt;miss&lt;/b&gt; Saturday morning cartoons. I'm up today and I'm totally lost. I remember I use to watch Animaniacs, Looney Toons, even Pokemon at one point. I've been staring at the TV for the last 10 minutes trying to figure out what the hell I'm watching. They're talking about mythical creatures and three kids are dueling or battling or some sh/t like that. Damn LOL, what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up early cause I have to head out later to go to a Key Club Rally. It's been a long time since I've done anything Key Club related. Key Club was literally my life during my high school career. Running a club with 200+ members and a board that likes to get into arguments with you is &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; easy, but I'm glad I gone through with it. I honestly believe that Key Club made me into a stronger person. I learned to stand my ground and say what needs to be said. To the members that I use to lead, I'm telling you, run for a position on the board. You'll learn a thing or two, &lt;b&gt;trust me&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I don't even know why I'm blogging. I've turned into another one of those people that blogs whenever there's sh/t on their mind lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the right guy at the wrong time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529928321372219493-4775858716896713533?l=kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4775858716896713533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529928321372219493&amp;postID=4775858716896713533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/4775858716896713533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/4775858716896713533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/feel-your-love-jady.html' title='Feel Your Love - Jady'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829258396035983546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_583xk_IOHxw/SLSFDnjNNBI/AAAAAAAAABI/PzVcWbkU8nU/S220/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529928321372219493.post-9091002762236629279</id><published>2008-08-22T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:44:31.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Choose You - Mario</title><content type='html'>This wasn't how my layout was suppose to look like. I spent 5+ hours figuring out the codes for Blogspot and everything yesterday. I was &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; close to finish and then I close my window -__- I didn't save any of my work so I had to redo everything. I gave up after like 3 hours. I'll fix it next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going dorm shopping but I realized that I don't really know what I need. I don't know how small/big the place is going to be. I don't know how my desk looks. I don't know if the stuff I'm buying will even fit. Think I'm gonna head into LI early that day to check out the place, claim my bed &amp; then go out and shop for what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still watching &lt;i&gt;Moonlight Resonance&lt;/i&gt;. There's 40 episodes. It has got to be the most dramatic Chinese drama I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's enough update for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why mention the solar system?&lt;br /&gt;Cause you in my soul and system&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529928321372219493-9091002762236629279?l=kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/9091002762236629279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529928321372219493&amp;postID=9091002762236629279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/9091002762236629279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/9091002762236629279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-choose-you-mario.html' title='I Choose You - Mario'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829258396035983546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_583xk_IOHxw/SLSFDnjNNBI/AAAAAAAAABI/PzVcWbkU8nU/S220/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529928321372219493.post-3915283170300798985</id><published>2008-08-17T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:55:01.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Independent - Neyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_583xk_IOHxw/SKkC5P8xVmI/AAAAAAAAABA/2cXwLJC3yJM/s1600-h/kaufmanwu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_583xk_IOHxw/SKkC5P8xVmI/AAAAAAAAABA/2cXwLJC3yJM/s320/kaufmanwu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235719224352134754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a good song. I've noticed that most of Neyo's songs have the same beats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have two more weeks till I move in to my dorm and officially start college life. I seriously can't wait. I need to start buying stuff for my dorm room though. I need bedsheets, a table light, a garbage can, a hair dryer, shampoo/bodywash, alarm clock. I need to start packing my clothes. I need to buy a laptop. I need to take my AlcoholEdu course online. &lt;b&gt;Damn&lt;/b&gt;, I need to do so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I got my Blackberry (which I totally love by the way), I'm selling my Sidekick LX. I have a meetup for it tomorrow. Selling it for $200. I got paid today. I still have a majority of the money I recieved from my aunts&amp;amp;Grandma for my 18th birthday and graduation. I'm actually pretty loaded right now. I don't think I've been this loaded since .... well, ever. I shop too much, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go return two pairs of jeans tomorrow cause I bought it but I don't like it anymore. I need new jeans though, definitely. I'll just keep looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am thinking of selling most of my shoes. I'm definitely not bringing all of it to college with me so I won't be wearing them much.. No point if it's gonna just sit there. I haven't been wearing any of them anymore actually. I bought $10 converses @ Atlantic City Outlet and I've been wearing that pair ever since. It's easy cause I don't have to think about what to wear with my shoes -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Kaufman Wu. You're finally 18. I'm gonna be nice and write a nice meaningful paragraph for you cause I'm nice. Thanks for taking the picture in the sun. Now look at our eyes. My eyes aren't even visible anymore. THANKS. No but seriously, thanks for being an awesome friend. I can tell you absolutely everything and I mean everything. I probably do too. Except the feminine problems. That I have Carissa for. [&lt;b&gt;Hi Carissa, I know you're reading this too&lt;/b&gt;] Even though you make fun of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; my problems, I forgive you. It was nice sitting on your steps that day. I felt like we bonded. YEAH RIGHT. It was like 2 minutes, and then Guolong &amp;amp; Calvin had to ruin our bonding time. Anyways, I'm just rambling now. Happy 18th, I hope you had a good one. Thanks for everything &amp;amp; Imma miss you when you go to Stonybrook and take pictures with other chicks :( Love you &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529928321372219493-3915283170300798985?l=kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3915283170300798985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529928321372219493&amp;postID=3915283170300798985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/3915283170300798985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/3915283170300798985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/miss-independent-neyo.html' title='Miss Independent - Neyo'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829258396035983546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_583xk_IOHxw/SLSFDnjNNBI/AAAAAAAAABI/PzVcWbkU8nU/S220/blogspot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_583xk_IOHxw/SKkC5P8xVmI/AAAAAAAAABA/2cXwLJC3yJM/s72-c/kaufmanwu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529928321372219493.post-7174515266608742636</id><published>2008-08-13T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:59:01.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset - Marques Houston</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a long entry cause I did a lot of thinking today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you guys watch last night's 4x200M Freestyle Relay? All I have to say is ... &lt;b&gt;wow&lt;/b&gt;. Michael Phelps and that crazy lead definitely helped Team USA but the other 3 swimmers did amazing as well. It's a relay. Takes a team to beat the world record. I was in awe after they finished. Makes me miss swimming competitively. Damn, why doesn't my college have a swim team. I miss Tech's swim team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching a Chinese drama call &lt;i&gt;Moonlight Resonance&lt;/i&gt;. I think I mentioned in my previous post that my family has crazy drama &amp;amp; sh/t. I can soooo relate to this drama. We have different problems but nonetheless, we're a dysfunctional family. When I say family, I mean outside of my family of 4, meaning my aunts, uncles and cousins. It's none of the kids fault. My cousins and I try to hang out whenever we can to keep in touch and stay close but it's so hard. All of us are grown now. We have jobs and school and our own lives. We can barely set a date just for each other. It was so much easier when the adults talked. It was mandatory for us to go to our family hang outs whenever there was one. I miss it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to orientation for NYIT. Coincidentally, my roommate was there. She's prettier in person and she's a really chill girl. I think I'll get along with her. I can't wait to move in and start school. I'm really really really excited. I feel like it's going to be high school all over. Entering as a shy quiet girl and leaving as a club president, a team player and a better person. I am so ready to do it again. I love the feeling of accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to head out tomorrow. I keep staying home and it makes me think about everything. I hate thinking. Thinking makes me upset. I hate being upset. I'm going to go out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep watching the Olympics! China &amp;amp; Usa for the win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toodles :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529928321372219493-7174515266608742636?l=kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7174515266608742636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529928321372219493&amp;postID=7174515266608742636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/7174515266608742636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/7174515266608742636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunset-marques-houston.html' title='Sunset - Marques Houston'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829258396035983546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_583xk_IOHxw/SLSFDnjNNBI/AAAAAAAAABI/PzVcWbkU8nU/S220/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529928321372219493.post-7883299835937955853</id><published>2008-08-11T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:58:23.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush - David Archuleta</title><content type='html'>I'm getting the hang of Blogspot's HTML works and I'm digging itttttt! It's more advance than Xanga but I can catch on. Time to go back to the Karen who changes her layout 5million times a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins left this morning. Their flight departed at 2PM. I'm kinda relieved but sad also. I'mma miss 'em, definitely. But like my dad said "We can catch up on our sleep now." I came home from the airport and slept for a good 3 hours. I had close to no sleep last night plus I gave up my bed. Slept on the floor cause my little cousin said she wanted the bed. I stayed up till like 3ish cause I couldn't sleep anyways. The floor sucks. My aunt gave me $500. My brother got $350. My aunt's crazy cause that's &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt; of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Washington, D.C. for a day. Woke up at 4AM just so we could leave by 5. The sun wasn't even out yet. It was dark and so damn cold. I've never been up and out that early, haha. We got to DC by like 9ish. Went to a bunch of monuments. Tried to find a decent place to eat but nothing was opened till 11AM and we were crazy hungry. Had to settle for fast food. Went to two museums, Spy Museum and National Air &amp;amp; Space Museum. I got to crawl through vents like a spy, teehehehe. It was fun, definitely worth the lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously going to miss my cousin's company. It feels good to have family around. Real talk, I have like close to 30 cousins that live in NY. A lot of them are literally just &lt;b&gt;a block away&lt;/b&gt;. But because of stupid family drama &amp;amp; sh/t, none of us talk, not the adults. We don't see each other for holidays like we use to. Really stupid, honestly. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Blackberry! :D :D :D I'm happy, teehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go play with it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529928321372219493-7883299835937955853?l=kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7883299835937955853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529928321372219493&amp;postID=7883299835937955853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/7883299835937955853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/7883299835937955853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/crush-david-archuleta.html' title='Crush - David Archuleta'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829258396035983546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_583xk_IOHxw/SLSFDnjNNBI/AAAAAAAAABI/PzVcWbkU8nU/S220/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529928321372219493.post-95501373876747909</id><published>2008-08-08T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:57:48.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me You'll Be Okay - Varsity</title><content type='html'>My mp3 broke, I jinxed it yesterday when I said I didn't need an iPod cause my K5 worked fine. I tried to charge it this morning. I thought it was my USB at first so I asked my brother to charge it on his computer. He has a K5 also cause he's a copycat. Anyways, didn't work on his computer either but his mp3 was able to charge. Therefore I conclude, my K5 is broken. I need a new mp3 player. I can't go to college without one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of college, I got my roommate info today. Well it's not really info cause all I got was her name, address &amp;amp; number. After I read the letter, I went on Facebook to find her but guess what, she found me first! She's very pretty, in my opinion. I can't wait to move in. I'm kinda excited for living on my own. I'm going to be in Anthony Hall, room 4b-4. It's a double room. I have a phone for my room and a mailbox. Coolbeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins are leaving on Monday. I'm going to miss them. Yes the little one drives me crazy but I love her. I want to strangle her sometimes but it's okay. It feels good to have someone look up to you. The older one doesn't talk much but she's matured since the last time I saw her, which was last year. She use to be so shy but we can carry on a conversation now so I'm happy. She told me she wants to be a Nutritionist. She's smart, I know she can be whatever she wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summer can finally start after my cousins leave. With school and my cousins here, I haven't been able to hang out with my friends at all. Cause you know ... family &amp;amp; school = first priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny though, summer's finally starting but it's almost ending too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I haven't done anything I wanted to do yet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529928321372219493-95501373876747909?l=kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/feeds/95501373876747909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529928321372219493&amp;postID=95501373876747909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/95501373876747909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529928321372219493/posts/default/95501373876747909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kisforcupcakes.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-mp3-broke-i-jinxed-it-yesterday-when.html' title='Tell Me You&apos;ll Be Okay - Varsity'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829258396035983546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_583xk_IOHxw/SLSFDnjNNBI/AAAAAAAAABI/PzVcWbkU8nU/S220/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
