<?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-13198017</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:28:27.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast Cupcake</title><subtitle type='html'>a global foodstuffs collaboration</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>491</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-115665058604920558</id><published>2006-08-26T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T20:49:46.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey hey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/8bbf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/8bbf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hi breakfast cupcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you probably think i forgot about you guys. i haven't. this is a recent picture of somebody i love very much, my 4 yr old son STEVE JR. he means the world to me. hope you guys enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;keep in touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-ccl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ASTRONOMER OF LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P.S. SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-115665058604920558?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/115665058604920558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=115665058604920558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/115665058604920558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/115665058604920558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-hey-hey.html' title='hey hey hey!'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114712606782078553</id><published>2006-05-08T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T15:07:47.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hi guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whoever is out there. or if PB see this, i have some major news to tell you, apparently the one in jail is out now. can u believe it? and he called me to let me know and he still loves me. sounds sappy but yeah i can't believe it myself. oh boy. well on the plus side the guy i was seeing he broke up with me yesterday. yeah too much drama i guess. whatever anyways miss ya guys. nice pics eric. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-ccl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aka astronomer of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114712606782078553?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114712606782078553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114712606782078553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114712606782078553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114712606782078553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-again.html' title='hello again'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114528065981771372</id><published>2006-04-17T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T06:30:59.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H.I.M. Frontman Arrested For Threatening To Kill Neighbor - Feb. 9, 2006</title><content type='html'>According to the Finnish tabloid newspaper &lt;a href="http://www.iltalehti.fi/2006/02/09/200602074072010_uu.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Iltalehti&lt;/a&gt;, H.I.M. frontman Ville Valo was taken into custody by the Finnish police over the weekend for allegedly threatening to kill his neighbor and resisting arrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At approximately 2:30 a.m. on Monday (Feb. 6), Valo allegedly became belligerent and violent while spending time at his apartment building (&lt;a href="http://www.iltalehti.fi/2006/02/09/4071699_uu.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt;), which is located in the Eira district of Helsinki. For reasons that are unclear, Ville is said to have thrown a flower pot at his neighbor's door, after which he was confronted by his neighbor and a brawl ensued. The police were called by the neighbor's wife and two officers came to the scene but were unable to calm Valo down, who reportedly had to be restrained with handcuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valo, 29, spent the night in police custody and reportedly admitted threatening the neighbor but failed to provide a clear motive for his actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No injuries were reported in the incident, although the neighbor's door did suffer some minor damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Iltalehti, Valo was involved in previous disturbances within the same housing organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ville's neighbors refused to comment the incident, according to the report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/205739473_small.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/nibble.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/51905844_l.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/darling_ville185.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Ep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114528065981771372?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114528065981771372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114528065981771372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114528065981771372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114528065981771372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/04/him-frontman-arrested-for-threatening.html' title='H.I.M. Frontman Arrested For Threatening To Kill Neighbor - Feb. 9, 2006'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114521840966526419</id><published>2006-04-16T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T13:13:29.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>greetings from eagle pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hi pb and anybody else blogging, it's me aol. of course. if you guys get to see this, i really miss visiting you guys. i actually quit my job at the kandle kingdom. i couldn't stand it anymore. i was surprised at what i had done. so i'm here in eagle pass just looking  for a job.  i was with my son this weekend. we had a blast. i hope that you guys are doing alright. i'll write to ya soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;thanks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;aol forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ccl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ps. sljr 4 life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114521840966526419?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114521840966526419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114521840966526419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114521840966526419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114521840966526419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/04/greetings-from-eagle-pass.html' title='greetings from eagle pass'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114373579088287071</id><published>2006-03-30T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T08:23:10.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi peeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/21st%20Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/21st%20Birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey guys it's aol blogging from far far away. i see it's eric's birthday. so happy birthday eric, it was also my older brother's birthday. weird isn't it? hope it was a kick-ass birthday. enjoyed it i bet. anyways guys see ya around sometime. can't wait for graduation. wish me luck. i'll take pictures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-ccl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;p.s. SLJR &amp;amp; EC 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114373579088287071?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114373579088287071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114373579088287071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114373579088287071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114373579088287071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/03/hi-peeps.html' title='hi peeps'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114347316643247655</id><published>2006-03-27T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T07:26:06.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/fbn20.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/fbn20.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/fbn20.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/pdolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/pdolls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/0060-0502-1113-3235.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Breakfast Cupcake&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling much better now, thank you for asking. I was on a healing journey and I have safely returned. Today is my last day of school. Man, 9 months flew by real quick. I hope my teachers don't forget about me lol. Even though I'll be coming to school once in a while going to the student financial services to get a better job. I hope I didn't lose the job I still have if not then I'm a goner. EC is still locked up. I have to write &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/CA26KTTC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/CA26KTTC.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to him soon or else he'll think I don't want to write to him. I love him with all of my heart and soul. I am gonna get a better job and housing. Graduation is on April 8th for me. Can't believe&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/graduating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/graduating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't wait. I am so nervous I don't know what I'm gonna do that day. I already told my mom and all my friends are excited for me. I wonder what I'll get for my graduation gift. Hmm. maybe flowers? or balloons? I wish my son would be there but my ex idiot of a husband won't bring him. I was so mad but you know what, I will remind my son why he didn't want his father to bring him. Anyways so guys thanks for listening and commenting on my blogs. Wish me luck, I'll try to blog whenever I have a chance. Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-PPPPPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Signing Off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Astronomer of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR &amp;amp; EC 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114347316643247655?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114347316643247655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114347316643247655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114347316643247655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114347316643247655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114313383596019935</id><published>2006-03-23T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T13:24:51.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>serious playground</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/LFR2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/LFR2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(pb) Foolishly stayed up way too late last night (this morning). Checked out half a dozen videos this weekend, all due last night. Never got around to Pacino's&lt;em&gt; Looking for Richard, &lt;/em&gt;though I wanted to. Movies due back last night, what the hey, let me at least watch 15/20 minutes of the flick. Almost immediately, I am hooked, all the way to 11 o' clock. Drive the videos back, quick HEB run, know full well I should hit the sack when I get home, but no, why not do those dishes staring me in the face. Usually a slacker in similar circumstances, but not this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame it on the movie. It was superb: Pacino was superb. The actress who plays the King's wife was superb. Ditto Clarence's murderers. Ditto Clarence himself (Alec Baldwin in another fine AB turn). The same for Frederick, Pacino's sidekick through the whole journey, frothing about this and that. Did I say Pacino was superb? Pacino was magnficent, glorying in the villainous role. Spacey was very smooth, clearly knew what was up with Buckingham, but somehow came off more cool than the cool his character deserved. Except for when he returns and is dismissed by Richard: that scene boils. A shame Kline was only interviewed: I would have loved to see him working it up, but as who? Perhaps that was the problem: too comedic for RIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the movie ended, I was lit up. Still am, though I am nursing along on my 4 hours of snooze time. Yes, it will catch me at some point, probably the bus ride, but not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what was it about the film? They were having a ball. The acting, the musing, all very fine. But, it also delivered something to my writing, though I'm not sure just what. Something about the spirit of play, and joy, and utter seriousness, all at once. Something about legitimizing the act of creation. About questing. About staying true to your visions. I'm still grasping at straws, trying to pin this thing down. So, why pin? Don't. Stay lit, period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114313383596019935?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114313383596019935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114313383596019935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114313383596019935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114313383596019935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/03/serious-playground.html' title='serious playground'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114303822841496702</id><published>2006-03-22T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T06:35:38.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.I.M Live</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes yes yes yes yes YYYEEEESSSS!!!!!!!!! HIM is coming to town again on june 1st. you bet your ass im going to see him again. i cant wait...I KNEW HE'D COME BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/himlive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/him_live.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/VilleLive24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/himlive2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/darling_ville96.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---EP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114303822841496702?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114303822841496702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114303822841496702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114303822841496702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114303822841496702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/03/him-live.html' title='H.I.M Live'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114295783383387083</id><published>2006-03-21T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T08:17:13.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gothic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/cradleoffilth.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/VilleNew4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/darling_ville189879978987878765.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114295783383387083?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114295783383387083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114295783383387083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114295783383387083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114295783383387083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/03/gothic.html' title='Gothic'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114295251686265244</id><published>2006-03-21T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T09:18:27.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuori dal mondo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/buy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/buy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(pb): How long has it been? Feels longer than it's actually been, I suspect. Much as I do not want the cupcake to perish, it's been hard to get back here. I'm not sure what all of the resistance is about. I know part of it has to do with my other writing. I've gotten pretty hooked into the fiction - the novel - I've been writing lately, so much so that I find it difficult to use energy for other forms of writing, even poetry. I'm glad about the ficiton hook, even if I'm not entirely pleased with the difficulty of other forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, writers' blocks are, in my experience, largely self-imposed. Best thing to do is just get yourself to the page and write, no matter what comes, even if it's just something like what you're reading right now, a tedious bout of semi-whining. Or wingeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading Dickens' Little Dorrit again. I had given it up for a couple of weeks, off on another tangent, it just seemed to be plodding along at a pace I found almost unbearable. Probably just a pace i couldn't bear - for whatever reason - at the time, since I seem to have no problem with the pace now: none whatsoever. I watched a film adaptation last week that seemed to capture the book's mood perfectly, while at the same time cutting such hefty chunks out of the book that it left me quite curious what was going on in the rest of the sprawling London mess. So, I am back, halfway through now, and hooked all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saw another film this weekend that I immediately put on my list of ten films on my Top 5 films (yes, that old ruse again). An Italian film entitled - in English &lt;em&gt;- Not of This World. &lt;/em&gt;A nun is "given" an infant while walking through a park, and sets out to find what she can of the baby's parents. Finds herself collaborating with the owner of a dry cleaner's in Milan, a man who eventually claims to have had a brief sexual relationship with the child's mother and is therefore one possible candidate for being the baby's father. The nun, in the course of her search, is thrown back into reconsidering the choices she has made. It's a very simple, beautifully rendered, haunting little film. I just stumbled over it in Hollywood Video, and was completely captivated by it as soon as it started rolling. I hope to watch it again before I have to get it back to the store. Good news: the director has made a number of other films, hopefully accessible as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114295251686265244?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114295251686265244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114295251686265244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114295251686265244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114295251686265244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/03/fuori-dal-mondo.html' title='Fuori dal mondo'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114252528740322985</id><published>2006-03-16T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T08:08:07.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beep Beep Beep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/1131049086639l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/1131049086639l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HI Breakfast Cupcake:&lt;br /&gt;This is CCL blogging in for EHP, since he isn't here right now. Come back soon! If you do read this, WB. So anyways, man I was mad as hell cuz they had cut my visit short with my man. I was like wanting to cry and take it out on the officer. But I had to control myself and to cool down. So I just walked out and went to work. I couldn't even concentrate at work. I was so mad and taking it out on everybody. I am just awaiting the day I get to see him again, which will be on Monday. I am gonna ask him what happened. And I know he misses me and I know he wants to get out of there, I am gonna tell him well you got urself into this mess and u're gonna have to deal with it. I wish I had the resources to help him. He wants me to go talk to his mom urgently. I'll go and see her on Saturday. I want to see what he wants me to talk to her about. Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Astronomer of Love,&lt;br /&gt;                                                         -CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR &amp;amp; EC 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114252528740322985?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114252528740322985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114252528740322985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114252528740322985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114252528740322985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/03/beep-beep-beep.html' title='Beep Beep Beep!'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114234929400204540</id><published>2006-03-14T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T07:14:54.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awaiting the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/pitbull_02_150_2907x2319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/pitbull_02_150_2907x2319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me just here blogging to keep the cupcake alive no matter what. I got to see my man yesterday for only 20 mins but it was worth it. I really do love him with all of my heart. He told me to start saving up for a house or something, I told him I wanted to fill out an application for housing to see if I can get housing. I was like okay I will. I am gonna see if I can open up a bank account, but still don't know which one. I think I'm gonna open up like two savings accounts, one for the house, and the other one for my dream wedding. I know that my man would like to marry me someday and do it right. I can almost picture him right here beside me. I was so sad after I left him there. He blew me a kiss before I left and I blew one back. That made me want to cry real bad. But I told him I was going to wait for him and I will. I love him so much that I reassured him that I was going to wait for him no matter what. He knows he has my 100% support and he knows that I love him so much. I made him laugh with my smart-alec comments. It was good to see him smile again. But I plan to see him tomorrow even if it means being an hr late to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Astronomer of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR &amp;amp; EC 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114234929400204540?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114234929400204540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114234929400204540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114234929400204540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114234929400204540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/03/awaiting-day.html' title='Awaiting the Day'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114226938964434182</id><published>2006-03-13T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T09:07:28.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/chrisbrown_photo05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/chrisbrown_photo05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Something happened to my guy this past Friday, unfortunately he is at BCJ right now. I just can't live without him by my side. I really do love him and I am not letting this guy slip through my fingers and I am not brushing him to the side. My friends say that his style in clothes would remind him of this guy right here, his name is Chris Brown. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/chris_brown_music_nv_240_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/chris_brown_music_nv_240_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is only 16 and they say my boyfriend don't look 21. He would tell me girls like me because of my youthful looks and I would be like whatever. "You trying to say I look old?" Ha-Ha. Man I miss him so much. I dream about him every night due to the fact that he's in jail. I hope that all goes well for him but if I have to wait for him, which my aunt thinks it's totally ridiculous, but I don't care, I have to listen to what I feel and I know for a fact that I love him. You don't know what love is till you surrender to it. But I will be praying for him including my family who he hasn't had a chance to meet. But I hope someday that whenever he gets out, we will be together, married and live our happiness to the fullest along with my son. If there is anybody out there that can pray, please pray for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Astronomer of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ccl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR and EC 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114226938964434182?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114226938964434182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114226938964434182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114226938964434182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114226938964434182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/03/monday-test.html' title='Monday Test'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114191799055243496</id><published>2006-03-09T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T07:47:39.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The subject of today is, Weird Al Yankovic, for years this man has made fun of artist's songs, my favorite song has to be "Constipated", making fun of Avril Lavigne's "Complicated", here are the lyrics for Constipated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;extra cheese&lt;br /&gt;save a piece for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza party at your house&lt;br /&gt;I went just to check it out&lt;br /&gt;Nineteen extra larges&lt;br /&gt;What a shame&lt;br /&gt;No one came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just us eatin' all alone&lt;br /&gt;You said, "Take the pizza home"&lt;br /&gt;"No sense lettin' all this go to waste"&lt;br /&gt;So then I faced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza all day&lt;br /&gt;And every day&lt;br /&gt;This cheese 'round the clock&lt;br /&gt;Is gettin' me blocked&lt;br /&gt;And I sure don't care&lt;br /&gt;For irregularity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to go and make me so constipated?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause right now I'd do anything to just get my bowels evacuated&lt;br /&gt;In the bathroom ... I sit and I wait and I strain&lt;br /&gt;And I sweat and I clench and I feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;Oh, should I take laxatives or have my colon irrigated?&lt;br /&gt;No no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feelin' pretty down&lt;br /&gt;'Till my girlfriend came around&lt;br /&gt;We're just so alike in every way&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I just thought I might&lt;br /&gt;Pop the question there that night&lt;br /&gt;I was kissing her so tenderly&lt;br /&gt;But woe is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have guessed&lt;br /&gt;Her family crest&lt;br /&gt;I'd suddely spy&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed on her thigh&lt;br /&gt;And son-of-a-gun&lt;br /&gt;It's just like the one on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;How was I supposed to know we were both related?&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, if I knew she was my cousin we never would have dated&lt;br /&gt;What to do now? Should I go ahead and propose&lt;br /&gt;And get hitched and have kids with eleven toes&lt;br /&gt;And move to Alabama where that kind of thing is tolerated?&lt;br /&gt;No no no no no no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;that was constipated by weird al, another favorite song of mine is "Amish Paradise", again making fun of Coolio's (a rap artist) "Gangsters Paradise" read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain&lt;br /&gt;I take a look at my wife and realize she's very plain&lt;br /&gt;But that's just perfect for an Amish like me&lt;br /&gt;You know, I shun fancy things like electricity&lt;br /&gt;At 4:30 in the morning I'm milkin' cows&lt;br /&gt;Jebediah feeds the chickens and Jacob plows... fool&lt;br /&gt;And I've been milkin' and plowin' so long that&lt;br /&gt;Even Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm a man of the land, I'm into discipline&lt;br /&gt;Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin&lt;br /&gt;But if I finish all of my chores and you finish thine&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight we're gonna party like it's 1699&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A local boy kicked me in the butt last week&lt;br /&gt;I just smiled at him and turned the other cheek&lt;br /&gt;I really don't care, in fact I wish him well&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll be laughing my ass off when he's burning in hell&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't never punched a tourist even if he deserved it&lt;br /&gt;An Amish with a 'tude? You know that's unheard of&lt;br /&gt;I never wear buttons but I got a cool hat&lt;br /&gt;And my homies all I agree I look good in black... fool&lt;br /&gt;If you come to visit, you'll be bored to tears&lt;br /&gt;We haven't even paid the phone bill in 300 years&lt;br /&gt;But we ain't really quaint, so please don't point and stare&lt;br /&gt;We're just technologically impaired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We been spending most our lives&lt;br /&gt;Living in an Amish paradise&lt;br /&gt;We're just plain and simple guys&lt;br /&gt;Living in an Amish paradise&lt;br /&gt;There's no time for sin and vice&lt;br /&gt;Living in an Amish paradise&lt;br /&gt;We don't fight, we all play nice&lt;br /&gt;Living in an Amish paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitchin' up the buggy, churnin' lots of butter&lt;br /&gt;Raised a barn on Monday, soon I'll raise another&lt;br /&gt;Think you're really rightous? Think you're pure in heart?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know I'm a million times as humble as thou art&lt;br /&gt;I'm the pious guy the little Amlettes wanna be like&lt;br /&gt;On my knees day and night scorin' points for the after life&lt;br /&gt;So don't be vain and don't be whiny&lt;br /&gt;Or else, my brother, I might just have to get medieval on your heinie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;of course thier are alot more songs where that came from, like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/weirdalyankovic/thenightsantawentcrazy.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Night Santa Went Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/weirdalyankovic/triggerhappy.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Trigger Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/weirdalyankovic/tacogrande.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Taco Grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/weirdalyankovic/sinceyouvebeengone.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Since You've Been Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;, Yoda On Weed, and much much more.&lt;br /&gt;here are some pictures of Weird Al Yankovic to close this out, And Remember All You Parents Out There (look at picture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/beatkid4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/weirdalyankovic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/sf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/bad-hair-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y4C2kbqTbms"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y4C2kbqTbms" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--EP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114191799055243496?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114191799055243496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114191799055243496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114191799055243496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114191799055243496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/03/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114186211127925213</id><published>2006-03-08T14:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:06:58.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we met I was sure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/g12648orp6x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/g12648orp6x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(pb) The cupcake has a weird way of stirring up thoughts and memories of all manner of things, as do things we write about in class. The magic described in one of EP's writings yesterday (no need to guess about which band, eh?) got me thinking about my own musical enthusiasms lo those many decades ago. Somewhere buried in the cupcake archives is a mini-memoir of the day I dissed the ditzy adolescent girls of JacksonMississippi showing love for the conquering NSynchers, and the rather odd reaction I had to my initial response. Love can't—need not—'splain itself: Love IS. Pity the fool that can't see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say that I was the hippest cat in Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri back in the 1967 Summer of Love, way hip to the Grateful Dead and Dylan and Morrison and the Doors and not long after that Hendrix and Cream, but as most of you all know by now, that just be false nonsense, totally false, totally nonsense. I came around to all those other folks once I grew the ears to "get" them, but my ears in '67 were way too clean. I dug vocals in those daze - still do, though I've grown hip enough to know when to be slightly embarrassed about my tastes, and my tastes have widened considerably. A quick list of the ten concerts on my Top 5 (yes, you read that right) Concerts would, off the top of my head, run something like this (no particular order, just as they come out of my head): 1. Al Green (1974: Jackson, Mississippi Coliseum) 2. Van Morrison (New Orleans JazzFest 1997/Atlanta 1993) 3. Dylan's Rolling Thunder Revue (1976: SA Municipal Auditorium) 4. Etta James (1989: New Orleans JazzFest) 5. Nicholas Payton (1998: Austin's Victory Grill) 6. Michael Franks (1990: New Orleans) 7. Weather Report (1981: Austin Palmer Auditorium) 8. Willie Nelson (1976: John T. Floore Country Store) 9. Sting (Soul Cages Tour) 10. The Lotions (any weekend at Austin’s Liberty Lunch, 1978–1980). Mind you, that’s a random sampling list that leaves off a whole lotta good folks, and on any given day, somebody might get swapped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this little blog-patter isn’t just about Best Of’s or timeless. It’s about youthful passions and enthusiasms. When EHP wrote about finally seeing a band and singer he had worshipped (cuz that’s what we do at that age—we WORSHIP our heroes) for ten years, the magic of not just seeing them, but the seeing them up close, and even talking to the lead singer—well, cuz, it just doesn’t get any better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping in my mind, then, that my mind in 1968 ran about as close to bubblegum without being so bereft of cool as to sing along with The Archies and “Sugar, Sugar,” the band I was totally obsessed with in those daze was The Association. Whether you know that you know them or not, you know them. They broke out in 1966 with the formidable and estimable “Along Comes Mary,” but are much more known for the sappy follow-ups “Cherish,” “Windy,” and “Never My Love.” “Everything That Touches You” in early 1968, before they began to drop off everyone’s radar—except, of course, mine. All in all, lots of very cool and interesting music on all of their ten albums, but most of those perished in the obscurity of my own record collection. Ask anyone if they know of The Association, and you’re likely to get a smirk and the line “Who’s peeking out from under a stairway…” Even someone as obsessed as I had to cringe when “Windy” hit Number 1, only to be dislodged, more than rightfully so, by The Doors and “Light My Fire.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of which—the entire foregoing—is ultimately beside the point. Forty years ago, long long long before the dawn of the Internet, youthful passion / obsession meant pouring over album liner notes, from teen goop to all the obsessive little minutiae of songwriters, song times, and production credits—all stuff you can now google in the blink of an eye, as long as you’re not on NIT’s turtlenet. Or just happening on a TV Guide listing that sez your group is gonna be on Ed Sullivan or American Bandstand or Shindig or The Smothers Brothers or Merv Griffin—any way you could get it!! Or stumbling into that weird little record store down on Capitol Street in Jackson, nobody EVER in it, and unearthing the newly released, and for many of the dying tribe, the SEMINAL, album known usually as the Stonehenge album. Or still being smitten enough years after their demise to find your way out to some nondescript dinner theater on the Boston outskirts just to see if they might still have it and finding sadly that, no, they didn’t. Not knowing who half the people up there were anyway, the band having shattered and scattered to the winds after the heroin overdose of one of its founding members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that last part is jumping way ahead. How about this for magic: 13 years old, Association-obsessed, living in exile on Missouri and Kentucky army posts, cut off from most civilization (though not, thankfully, cut off from radio WLS out of Chicago) and your bestest bestest bestest friend and cousin, and lo, one day up in cold and dreary Fort Campbell, Kentucky (rendered livable only by the latest Cryan Shames’ album, The Small Faces’ song “Itchygoo Park,” and the gorgeous—and interchangeable—beauty of twin sisters Marty and Mary Hughen)—as I was saying, one day up in the cold and drear, you are told the family is moving back to your hometown of SA, and shortly thereafter your cousin calls and sez that on March 14, 1968, THE VERY DAY OF YOUR ARRIVAL, The Association will be playing at Trinity’s Laurie Auditorium, and, yes, he has the tickets already in his hot hands—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I ask you, when you are 13 and something like that drops into your lap all amazing and golden, there is but one thing you can conclude, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE UNIVERSE DID THAT ALL FOR ME…AND GOD IS VERY VERY GOOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114186211127925213?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114186211127925213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114186211127925213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114186211127925213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114186211127925213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-we-met-i-was-sure.html' title='When we met I was sure'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114183295168561233</id><published>2006-03-08T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T07:49:11.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures &amp; Music Vidoes</title><content type='html'>some ville valo pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/darling_ville93.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/darling_ville90.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/darling_ville94.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/darling_ville74.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are two HIM music videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Joy And Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SWmwDy6wr8Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SWmwDy6wr8Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicked Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jG5w39HNX24"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jG5w39HNX24" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--EP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114183295168561233?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114183295168561233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114183295168561233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114183295168561233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114183295168561233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/03/pictures-music-vidoes.html' title='Pictures &amp; Music Vidoes'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114183087591472695</id><published>2006-03-08T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T07:14:35.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/2.1.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good morning Cupcake&lt;br /&gt;Sorry haven't blogged for awhile, I tried but the thing wouldn't let me. Have been working my butt off at the Candle Company. I know I deserve a break to be able to relax but that's not going to happen anytime soon. I feel like I work extra on the weekend due to my nieces. I feel like Aaagh! I feel so tired and not well, I don't know whether to go to work or not because I feel like not myself as you can tell by the way I'm writing. I hope I'm not getting sick because if I am I want to take whatever medicine to not get worse. Weather was kind of cloudy and breezy this morning so I hope the cold front isn't coming back, don't miss that at all. I'm actually looking forward to summer, wonder what will happen. Good things I hope. But I'll let you guys go for now, Take care and have a nice day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Astronomer of Love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CCL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EC &amp;amp; CCL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114183087591472695?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114183087591472695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114183087591472695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114183087591472695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114183087591472695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/03/feeling-tired.html' title='Feeling Tired'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114165903654522005</id><published>2006-03-06T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T07:30:36.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hometown part II.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/EaglePassAztecTheater302.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/EaglePassAztecTheater302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/EaglePassAztecTheater302.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well this is the Aztec theatre. Back in the 1970's, my mother would take my older brother to watch movies there, one in particular that he saw for the first time. I think it was STAR WARS, the first one. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/StarWars_1977_US1-StyleB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px" height="342" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/StarWars_1977_US1-StyleB.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But now I think they use it for local plays and maybe once in a while, those silent movies. I think eventually they'll tear it down and build a big movie theatre. That's what happened to the new cinema at the mall, moved and improved. I want go to it whenever I'm back in Eagle Pass. But I would want to go with my son at least. I really do miss all my good friends and especially my mother. It breaks her heart that she knows she won't see me anytime soon. It hurts me inside too but I guess sometimes you have to make a sacrifices that you really don't want to make. But speaking of good news, I spent my Saturday(no not babysitting my nieces, thank god!), I actually spent the weekend with my son and ta-ta-ta-da!.....my man Eric. I was so happy my son and my man got to meet finally. We were at the Rivercenter&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/686240027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for like 2 hrs and a half. I was glad they hit it off, I didn't know how my son would respond. I got to be careful and not present my son to too many guys, because he still remembers this guy named Robert that he really did like. But I'll stop for right now, cause I still have a test to do. Have a nice day. Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114165903654522005?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114165903654522005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114165903654522005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114165903654522005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114165903654522005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-hometown-part-ii_06.html' title='My Hometown part II.'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114165890501019192</id><published>2006-03-06T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T07:28:25.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hometown part II.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/EaglePassAztecTheater302.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/EaglePassAztecTheater302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/EaglePassAztecTheater302.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well this is the Aztec theatre. Back in the 1970's, my mother would take my older brother to watch movies there, one in particular that he saw for the first time. I think it was STAR WARS, the first one. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/StarWars_1977_US1-StyleB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px" height="342" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/StarWars_1977_US1-StyleB.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But now I think they use it for local plays and maybe once in a while, those silent movies. I think eventually they'll tear it down and build a big movie theatre. That's what happened to the new cinema at the mall, moved and improved. I want go to it whenever I'm back in Eagle Pass. But I would want to go with my son at least. I really do miss all my good friends and especially my mother. It breaks her heart that she knows she won't see me anytime soon. It hurts me inside too but I guess sometimes you have to make a sacrifices that you really don't want to make. But speaking of good news, I spent my Saturday(no not babysitting my nieces, thank god!), I actually spent the weekend with my son and ta-ta-ta-da!.....my man Eric. I was so happy my son and my man got to meet finally. We were at the Rivercenter&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/686240027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="110" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/686240027.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for like 2 hrs and a half. I was glad they hit it off, I didn't know how my son would respond. I got to be careful and not present my son to too many guys, because he still remembers this guy named Robert that he really did like. But I'll stop for right now, cause I still have a test to do. Have a nice day and peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Astronomer Of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114165890501019192?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114165890501019192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114165890501019192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114165890501019192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114165890501019192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-hometown-part-ii.html' title='My Hometown part II.'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114150682399632875</id><published>2006-03-04T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T09:08:43.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/EaglePassAztecNeon503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/EaglePassAztecNeon503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(pb) I liked CCL's little riff on Eagle Pass, SA, and arroz con pollo. Cool pictures, even though, if you click on the arroz picture it sez that it's curried chicken: just goes to show you the cross-cultural/global influences of rice: we're all a lot closer than we think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed, too, at the cultural significance of Eagle Pass. For such a small town - population, what, 15-20,000 people? - it's interesting how often it comes up in conversation around here. As a border town, it is clearly an important cultural portal, more so, it seems, than Del Rio, which is considerably larger in population. Were we closer to El Paso, I think we would hear a lot more about it and Juarez, but I suspect more folks from Mexico in that region may stay in El Paso than travel on to SA. Likewise, around San Antonio, Piedras Negras seems to crop up more in conversation than Acuña. Here at 6550 alone, there is a nifty tribe of folks from the Pass. And the 505's driver has an aunt who lives there. When I lived in Uvalde County for a year and a half back in the late 70s, weekend trips to Moderno's in Piedras were a must, and I had a sister who lived there, married to a spinach farmer for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the Riverwalk always remind me most of my childhood. Back when I was but a mere preschool urchin, Casa Rio was my favorite restaurant in town: right on the river, and in those days (we're talking the 1950s) you could eat on barges which, I believe, toodled up and down the river. Quainter times, not so much of the tourist crush there is these daze. I still like walking the river, as long as it's not overrun with folks (much like I used to like the French Quarter in New Orleans early Sunday mornings before all the tourist crush there woke up), and one of my favorite restaurants now is Sushi Zushi, the one on the river, not the noisy one out north. Nice cool quiet vibe on the river, great service, and most excellent food. Given my love of libraries, it's interesting, too, that SZ is in the old downtown library building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've eaten at Casa Rio once as an adult, shortly after my return to SA after 24 years of being away. Happy to say the food was okay, nothing to rush back for, but still simple enough and good enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114150682399632875?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114150682399632875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114150682399632875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114150682399632875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114150682399632875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/03/pass.html' title='The Pass'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114131238332166295</id><published>2006-03-02T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T07:13:03.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hometown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/Maverick%20County%20-%20Eagle%20Pass%20-%20Retired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/Maverick%20County%20-%20Eagle%20Pass%20-%20Retired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The subjects that are coming from me are gonna be either about me or stuff I'm interested in, I think PB is right about the Simpson/Lachey thing, maybe that's why we have enough of them through the magazines or Entertainment tonight. Let them handle it huh? Ha-Ha. But this is one of the buildings near downtown Eagle Pass, it used to be a courthouse or a jailhouse back then. I really didn't know that much of Eagle Pass history due to the fact I wasn't born there and didn't live all of my life there, since I had migrant parents that would work up north. In places like Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Illinois. I was actually born in San Antonio&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/paseo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/paseo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which I was the only child born here and the rest of my family was born in Eagle Pass. I love going back to Eagle Pass once in a while, to see my family and chill with my old friends and missing my mom's home cooking. MMM. I can almost smell her&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/chicken%20curry.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="72" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/chicken%20curry.0.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; arroz con pollo whenever I remember the times she would make dinner. And yep still working at the candle factory, I know for sure I have to keep this job for the mean time while I get another job, closer to where I live at. But that's it for me right now, feeling tired but have to do my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AOL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114131238332166295?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114131238332166295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114131238332166295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114131238332166295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114131238332166295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-hometown.html' title='My Hometown'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114124844426846501</id><published>2006-03-01T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T13:32:23.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Information Read/Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/Rave_On_front_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/Rave_On_front_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(pb) New month, another one in the blog archives. I want to welcome in the recent unidentified blogger who laments love lamenters and visigothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a confession: when we folks in the 8 birthed this blog last May, I had all manner of ideas of what it might look like, turn out to be, etc. First on that list of fantasies was the idea that everyone would participate, not just because it was "required," or because there might be extra points attached. Next on the list were fantasies about content: stories, poems, rants, raves, art, mini-memoirs, dialogues, what have you. Does the cupcake resemble what I had envisioned? In one sense, hardly at all. In another: precisely. What the cupcake is, first and foremost, is this: she is &lt;em&gt;inclusive&lt;/em&gt;. Everyone is welcome and, short of downright offensiveness (of which we have had not even a smidgen), just about any topic is welcome as well. Yes, I know, old men raving on about aging and resurrected soul icons from too many years ago, or someone's ongoing love train, or someone else's this or that passion can, at any time be incomprehensible or maybe even offensive to one's own tastes (the Astronomer's thang for the Simpson/Lachey tag team tandem left me cold and bored, but CCL has singlehandedly at times kept the cupcake still breathing; major props to her for her committment to keeping the cupcake iced), but such is life in a tribal blog: we all have a place, even the occasional anonymous dissenter. I am no visigoth fan, but I am a fan of getting to know what folks are passionate about. And, as a big fan of raging Rimbaud in the late 1800's, I know that there are some definite links between what rages on stage behind a microphone now and the demolition man of Charleville, France. It's all archaeology/anthropology , you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want more voices here at the cupcake? You bet. More voices, expanded topics, crosstalk, etc.? Indeed. Will I continue to honor the cupcake if it remains simply more of EHP dialing in from his interesting world, CCL and her witnessing to jubilation and pain, wit and loneliness, my tangential and irrelevant maunderings, and the occasional anonymous dissenter? Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rave on, my friends. Peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114124844426846501?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114124844426846501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114124844426846501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114124844426846501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114124844426846501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/03/information-readred.html' title='Information Read/Red'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114114613415673026</id><published>2006-02-28T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T09:02:14.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>well to freaking bad, satan does what he wants!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114114613415673026?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114114613415673026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114114613415673026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114114613415673026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114114613415673026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_28.html' title='....'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114114185800739111</id><published>2006-02-28T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T07:50:58.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting English</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/562_06b5faac512d337b39335256719b2bf4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/562_06b5faac512d337b39335256719b2bf4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good Morning Breakfast Cupcake, just happy that I'm done with Accounting. Not to be mean but I had alot of migraines in that class, because of thinking alot.  I was sure in a rush this morning, had to pay for a taxi for my aunt &amp;amp; nieces. EC didn't go to work yesterday, I wonder what happened. I had brought him a cake for making it up for this past Saturday. I really like him. But now I'm thinking, Do I really need a boyfriend right now? It costs too much. Now I know how guys feel when they buy their girlfriends a present or do little things. I am sad that it's my last mod at this school. I really did enjoy my time being here, but I'll make the most of it. I see new faces and hopefully they enjoy their time here as well. Anyways I'm gonna start listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have a nice day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Astronomer Of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114114185800739111?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114114185800739111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114114185800739111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114114185800739111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114114185800739111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/starting-english.html' title='Starting English'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114073741606589028</id><published>2006-02-23T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T15:30:16.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114073741606589028?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114073741606589028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114073741606589028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114073741606589028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114073741606589028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114073737065260653</id><published>2006-02-23T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T15:29:30.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>READ THIS IMPORTANT INFORMATION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being bored and not having anything to do I thought of checking out NITs CBA blogspot. I want to describe it as "overdone" or "too much" interest. First of all I want to start off by mentioning about the amount of posters pasted of Gothics. There is no discrimination against the gothic people, but discrimination against the number of posters we have. I think that we have already given enough attention to them by pasting their style down. I want apologize or sympathize the saddness of the loneliness that some of us are experiencing because our boyfriends don't call. I'm sorry! But maybe we should chunk the duece to him of your man ain't calling you. So, pointing out two specific issues that are happenning in this irratable blogspot plaese, we don't care about seeing gothic bands and we don't want to give personal therapy for heartbreak issues.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114073737065260653?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114073737065260653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114073737065260653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114073737065260653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114073737065260653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/read-this-important-information.html' title='READ THIS IMPORTANT INFORMATION!'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114071196300346228</id><published>2006-02-23T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T08:26:03.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latina Diva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/ShakiBaha012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/ShakiBaha012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/fo_lyrics_shakira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/fo_lyrics_shakira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One of my favorite latina divas is SHAKIRA of course. I found this black and white picture which I thought was really cool. These pictures are always with style and sometimes say something. I didn't see my guy yesterday, he didn't show up for work and he didn't call me, so he better have a good explanation. I do hope he comes today so I can inform him about the Saturday brunch and the Monday Party. I can't wait, I do hope I pass Accounting. I wouldn't want to take it again. Heck no. I do hope everybody that finishes gets a better job if they want one. I do want one and maybe work in downtown so I can just take the bus from there and so that way I wouldn't have to depend on anybody for a ride, except for VIA. I guess I might have to see my mom some other time due to my busy life schedule. But anyways, see ya laters. Have a nice weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Astronomer Of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114071196300346228?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114071196300346228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114071196300346228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114071196300346228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114071196300346228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/latina-diva.html' title='Latina Diva'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114070867588312851</id><published>2006-02-23T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T07:31:15.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Bands</title><content type='html'>in order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/him-rockpalast.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Audioslave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/audioslave-bw49.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Iron Maiden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/Iron20Maiden-Fear20of20The20Dark-fr.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Avenge Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/avenge2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Korn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/Really20good20korn20pic.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The 69 Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/wallpaper1-800x600.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The Rasmus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/therasmus.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Slayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/slayer.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. System Of A Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/wall20soad.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Type o Negative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/mainpic.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---EHP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114070867588312851?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114070867588312851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114070867588312851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114070867588312851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114070867588312851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/top-ten-bands.html' title='Top Ten Bands'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114063009269819434</id><published>2006-02-22T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T09:41:32.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wed-Nes-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/iwlyfani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/iwlyfani.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/itiilwyani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/itiilwyani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/iwlyfani.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/irrani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/irrani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/albani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/albani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Good day today Breakfast Cupcake. Weather seems to be misty and waiting for more rain. I like it when its sunny and just perfect. But I won't let this weather get me down. For the first time in a long time when I walked into a certain classroom I felt awkward, people staring at me. I can't believe I'm almost done with school. I just pray that I pass Acct with at least a C or the most a B. Later on, if all goes well I'll order the ring and take the graduation pics so I can send them to my mom. I feel so in love right now with the guy I'm currently dating. But on other stuff I really miss my mom and haven't seen her since the day after Thanksgiving. I really wanna go back home for a weekend. But I don't know if my aunt will be able to handle things on her own. I know she doesn't work on Saturday(due to baptisim) But she works on Sunday. What can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Need Help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Astronomer of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114063009269819434?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114063009269819434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114063009269819434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114063009269819434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114063009269819434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/wed-nes-day.html' title='Wed-Nes-Day'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114062149459494509</id><published>2006-02-22T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T07:18:14.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fullmetal Alchemist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/Minitokyo.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/MangaS.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/anime_n_filmz-1121858882_i_2746_ful.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114062149459494509?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114062149459494509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114062149459494509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114062149459494509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114062149459494509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/fullmetal-alchemist.html' title='Fullmetal Alchemist'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114062028296191324</id><published>2006-02-22T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T06:58:03.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS!!!</title><content type='html'>Attention fellow bloggers tragic news, unfortunately I have decided to end my run, meaning I quit writing poems for the time being with my last three which are, The Kiss Of Vanity, Jack The Ripper and Searching For My Juliet, although I will not be posting them, but if you would like to read them, well too bad (is all I can say) really no reason for my actions, I’m not giving up for good! Just for now and I don’t know when I will write again, but I know what your thinking!!!!!! But Eric, what will happen to ville valo picture and lyrics? Well don’t worry, that’s still stays!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/EvilSamurai.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---EHP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114062028296191324?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114062028296191324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114062028296191324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114062028296191324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114062028296191324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/news.html' title='NEWS!!!'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114054200460699948</id><published>2006-02-21T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T09:13:24.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Join Me</title><content type='html'>Baby join me in death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so young&lt;br /&gt;our lives have just begun&lt;br /&gt;but already we're considering&lt;br /&gt;escape from this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we've waited for so long&lt;br /&gt;for this moment to come&lt;br /&gt;was so anxious to be together&lt;br /&gt;together in death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you die tonight for love&lt;br /&gt;Baby join me in death&lt;br /&gt;Won't you die&lt;br /&gt;Baby join me in death&lt;br /&gt;Won't you die tonight for love&lt;br /&gt;Baby join me in death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is a cruel place&lt;br /&gt;so before live tears us apart let&lt;br /&gt;death bless me with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this life ain't worth living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Lyrics By Ville Valo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/gallery-msg-1122138000-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/foto2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/him-bw-10.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/him-bw-11.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/scan6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/valo2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/ville.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--EHP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114054200460699948?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114054200460699948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114054200460699948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114054200460699948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114054200460699948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/join-me.html' title='Join Me'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114053914783315501</id><published>2006-02-21T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T08:25:47.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious George at the Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/curiousgeorge2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/curiousgeorge2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/CuriousGeorge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/CuriousGeorge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey Pb, nice to have you back on the cupcake. Well I took my son and my nieces to see Curious George this weekend. They loved it and so did I. I thought it was so cute. This movie is worth watching and is very funny. Curious George reminds me of my son, for the way he acts. I'm still with Eric, yes incredible isn't it? I really like him, he makes me happy. I also had alot of chores to do. But most of all, I spent alot of time with my son. Who means the world to me. He comes first before any man. And that's the truth. Well gotta get back to my test. Hee-Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Astronomer of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114053914783315501?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114053914783315501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114053914783315501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114053914783315501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114053914783315501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/curious-george-at-movies.html' title='Curious George at the Movies'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114012833896951294</id><published>2006-02-16T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T14:18:59.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>icing the cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/mountainlaurel2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/mountainlaurel2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/baudelaire.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/baudelaire.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/rimbaud.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/rimbaud.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(pb) I have definitely NOT been icing my share of the cupcakes, but at least thanks to EHP and CCL, our little blog is not on life support. B-Math has been keeping all of us busier than I would have thought. I suspect that B-English will allow for more time and more frosting specialists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Amazed at how many Eagle Passers have passed this way at 6550. EHP, it is revealed, even spent some time there. (Note, too, that his first and last initials match the Eagle Pass as well.) And speaking of EHP, I like the structure of his recent poems - the couplets - and the wonderful slant rhymes of "Decayed Love." I've no doubt that, good Goth that he is, he will have to spend some time looking into M. Rimbaud. Since Mr. Valo has pointed the way to Baudelaire, it's only right that EHP should go to the next generation. Contest for his missing middle initial? My votes: Hezra. Hadley. Huslu. Heironymous. Hridayesh. Huyana. Meanings to be found on line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a walk in this gorgeous weather this afternoon, on the way home from the bus stop. Stopped off at Asian Buffet for a quiet lunch and some time to read more of Dickens' Little Dorrit. I've poked around in a few other books since I finished Bleak House, but found that I was missing the heft of CD - wicked wit, heartbreak soap opera, the lazily, willfully slow progressions - so, for the time being, LIttle Dorrit it is. Two more episodes of Bleak House left to go on Sunday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the corner of Harry Wurzbach and HEB, I saw that Rick James still lives. Liberty Tax man, in full U-Sam regalia, was on the street with a groove the old master himself would have killed for. George Clinton, Parliament, P-Funk: One nation, Indivisible, Under Funk, With Liberty and Rick James for us all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is wickedly gorgeous spring weather, all to be mauled by jealous winter's last stab over the next three days. But, you just know, after this blast, that spring is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountain laurel is in bloom, way ahead of time. Usually around the end of February, not the beginning. My first connection to mountain laurel's intoxicating ambrosia was thirty years ago, right outside the window of my apartment on Joliet, this hedge explodes with purple blossoms and floods my room. Well, it is exploding all over town right now, including several trees around the 6550. Breathe it: take it in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114012833896951294?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114012833896951294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114012833896951294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114012833896951294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114012833896951294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/icing-cake.html' title='icing the cake'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114010526358140456</id><published>2006-02-16T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T07:54:23.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving an Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/Raphael-cherubs-daydreaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/Raphael-cherubs-daydreaming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just trying to keep the Cupcake alive and sweet. I don't want it to go bitter. I just hope that the relationship I'm in works out for the best. I am not letting nothing or anybody break us apart. I am an adult and can make my own choices. I just sometimes feel like other people answer for me and maybe they're just concerned for my feelings. I do appreciate that but nobody has to hold my hand everytime I'm in a relationship. I do care about this guy. He really likes me and realizes I am a good person for him. I get to see my son this weekend, can't wait. I really do miss him. I got a few presents to give him, he'll be so excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyways, guys Have a nice weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Astronomer Of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114010526358140456?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114010526358140456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114010526358140456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114010526358140456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114010526358140456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/loving-angel.html' title='Loving an Angel'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-114001724751308188</id><published>2006-02-15T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T07:27:27.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Together Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/44191668_2618aafed9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/44191668_2618aafed9.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yesterday I did the most unbelievable thing. I gave a card to the guy that I was going out with from work. Inside the card I wrote stuff that would have taken me a while to explain, I told him how I felt and that I wasn't playing games. I asked him about it at lunchtime and well he said he liked the card, after that we started talking about us. He said he was sorry for the way he treated me and that no girl that he has ever dated tried so hard to not give up on him or whatnot. That really made him realized that I really did care about him. He said he couldn't stop looking at me while we were working after he read the card. He said that if I were to break up with him, he would do anything to win me back. I told him I wasn't giving up so easily and he really admired that from me. After that he was holding my hand and told me "give me a kiss." I just said "are you crazy? what if somebody walks in?" He leaned foward and kissed me 4 times. Then he said, "Happy Valentines' Day Babe." I was just stunned. Later I was going to the restroom and I passed him by, he said, "Hey sexy". I said, " Shut up, we're on the clock remember?" He said "I don't care." That made me blush.  *love sigh* But anyways, gotta go to the world of Accounting. Laters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Astronomer of LOVE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PS: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-114001724751308188?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/114001724751308188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=114001724751308188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114001724751308188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/114001724751308188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-together-again.html' title='Back Together Again'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113993121481182684</id><published>2006-02-14T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T07:43:57.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me (was bored)</title><content type='html'>NAME: Eric H. Patino (my middle name is unknown)&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUMENT I PLAY: Guitar, piano, Singer, songwriter&lt;br /&gt;DATE OF BIRTH: March 27, 1987&lt;br /&gt;PLACE OF BIRTH: Del Rio, (moved to Eagle Pass then San Antonio)&lt;br /&gt;NICKNAMES: Kenji Pat, Him Freak, Mr. Tarantino, Mr. Black, Edward Elric&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT: 5’7 WEIGHT: Not Sure&lt;br /&gt;COLOUR OF EYES: Black COLOUR OF HAIR: Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;BROTHERS/SISTERS: Ray (who is 7 years older than me)&lt;br /&gt;MOVIE: "Reservoir Dogs”, “Pulp Fiction”, “Sin City”&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER: 4&lt;br /&gt;FOOD: Japanese, Pizza, Chicken&lt;br /&gt;DRINK: Beer, Pepsi, Coke, Root Beer, Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;LIKES: HIM, Ville Valo, Johnny Depp, Quentin Tarantino, Gothic Rock, Heavy Metal, Anime, Art&lt;br /&gt;DISLIKES: MATH! , Country Music, Rap, American Idol&lt;br /&gt;HOBBIES: Playing pool, Playstation 2, Watching Movies, Drawings, Writing&lt;br /&gt;BOOK: Magic books&lt;br /&gt;IDOLS: Ville Valo, Chris Cornell, Myself, Quentin Tarantino&lt;br /&gt;BEST SONG: The Cage By HIM&lt;br /&gt;BANDS I LIKE: HIM, Audioslave, Korn, Slayer, Soad, Judas Priest, The Rasmus, Type O Negative, The 69 Eyes, Nightwish, Garden Of Delight, Paramore, Rage Against The Machine, The Agents, Megadeath, Rammstein, Avenge Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;JOBS: None, But I use to be in a band, it was a gothic metal band and I was the lead singer&lt;br /&gt;SECRET: I always say my dad’s from Finland, but he wasn’t born there he just lived there at one point, I just loved the fact that he lived where ville valo lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math my friends is like evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---EHP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113993121481182684?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113993121481182684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113993121481182684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113993121481182684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113993121481182684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/about-me-was-bored.html' title='About Me (was bored)'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113993126759379213</id><published>2006-02-14T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T07:34:27.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/valentines-bear.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 427px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/valentines-bear.jpg" width="379" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good Morning Breakfast Cupcake! Today is valentines's day, just wondering if there is someone out there for me. Meaning it looks like I don't have a valentine. But it's always good to have friends. I wish everybody a Happy Valentines Day and remember, you're never alone. For now I have to go back to the world of accounting but I do leave you with some roses as a online gift. Sorry I couldn't buy everybody a card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Astronomer of Love,&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/plotz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/plotz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113993126759379213?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113993126759379213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113993126759379213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113993126759379213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113993126759379213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/v-day.html' title='V-DAY'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113984274479456223</id><published>2006-02-13T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T06:59:04.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good Morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am so happy cause I had a bad-ass weekend, except for my babysitting gig. I went to the Rivercenter this Saturday to buy some stuff and then I went to the Ingram mall and bought some other stuff that I know I couldn't find at Rivercenter. Man I had a blast on Saturday, I went with one of my friends that came into town and well kid-free as well. I felt more relaxed and not being frustrated all the time. I didn't have time to actually sit down and study so I'm gonna try to do it right now, wish me luck, peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Astronomer Of LOVE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113984274479456223?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113984274479456223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113984274479456223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113984274479456223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113984274479456223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/shopping-weekend.html' title='Shopping Weekend'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113983894563282344</id><published>2006-02-13T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T06:00:37.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.I.M - Ville Valo Bio</title><content type='html'>NAME: Ville Hermanni Valo (Valo means Light) MUSICAL INSTRUMENT: Singer, songwriter and frontman of the band INSTRUMENT HE PLAYS: sang to a Shure microphone DATE OF BIRTH: November 22th, 1976 at 08.28 PMPLACE OF BIRTH: Helsinki NICKNAMES: Viltsu, Vilpertti, Rakohammas, Zebraman, Vlad Lux, Bil, Don Vitto, Elvis ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Cuspid Scorpius Sagittarius HEIGHT: 184 cm WEIGHT: 66, 6 kg COLOUR OF EYES: green COLOUR OF HAIR: dark brown BROTHERS/SISTERS: Migé, Linde and &lt;a onfocus="this.blur()" href="http://www.heartaclub.com/inglese/ville/jesse.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Jesse&lt;/a&gt; (who is 8 years younger than him) ANIMALS: Gas and Burton MOVIE: "Nightmare Before Christmas" &amp; "Gone With The Wind" NUMBER: 0 CITY: Necropolis FOOD: Body of Christ, Thai-Food, Japanese DRINK: Blood of Christ, beer with icecubes, Jacky-Coke HE LIKES: 1980's, Migé's photography, the origin of the Blues, the East Europe folklore, Enochian, Malleus Maleficarum HE DISLIKES: the Beatles, red meat, the misuse of mind altering substances HOBBIES: Playing pool, collects records, reading biographies, design grapics with computer CIVIL STATUS: he has a girlfriend, &lt;a onfocus="this.blur()" href="http://www.heartaclub.com/inglese/attorno/jonna.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Jonna&lt;/a&gt; (Ville said once, he is bisexual but without experience with male-partners) BOOK: "Evil's Flowers " Charles Baudelaire and "The Oxford Book Of Death" IDOLS: Gene Simmons, Edgar Allan Poe, Rauli Somerjorki, Clint Eastwood BEST SONG: "Sininen Uni" by Tapio Rautavaara BANDS BEFORE HIM: Eloveena Boys, Aurora, Charlie Parker, Terapia, Winha, Unga Kaskelottär, Natas, B.L.O.O.D. (1986), Kemoterapia (1989), Donits-Osmo Experience (1992) OTHER JOBS: He used to work as a salsesperson in the sexshop of his dad SIDEPROJECTS: Daniel Lioneye and the Rollers (drums)&lt;br /&gt;Ville plays also keyboards, guitar, bass and drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONAL QUOTES Ist: Love is the funeral of hearts. Falling in love is the best way to kill your heart because then it's not yours anymore. It's laid in a coffin, waiting to be cremated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.I.M stands for His Infernal Majesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/ville163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/ville2_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/valojuttu_ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/p1110433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/Him-heartagram-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/H.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/gallery-msg-1128200717-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---EHP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113983894563282344?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113983894563282344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113983894563282344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113983894563282344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113983894563282344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/him-ville-valo-bio.html' title='H.I.M - Ville Valo Bio'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113950738267111748</id><published>2006-02-09T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T09:49:42.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/Trigun%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 432px" height="348" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/Trigun%20014.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey Hey Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm back. I didn't come to school yesterday due to the fact my aunt had sent me all the way to North Star Mall to deposit some money to get rid of her negative. It took me an hr at the most to get there and another 30 mins to wait for them to open. As soon as I walked in there a security went walking after me. He probably thought I was one of those crazy people trying to get money. I am not that stupid. But man playing hookie yesterday from work was my last time. I am never doing it again for as long as I have that job. I got a new cellie, thank god, but this time I am not messing up. But for now I guess I'll write some other time, too much drama going on right now, I'd probably cover the entire page. ha-ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have a good weekend everybody,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Astronomer of Love-CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113950738267111748?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113950738267111748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113950738267111748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113950738267111748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113950738267111748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113949891783909122</id><published>2006-02-09T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T07:34:27.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Him - The Cage Lyrics</title><content type='html'>For years I've seen you fighting&lt;br /&gt;Against your heart&lt;br /&gt;Living like you're dying&lt;br /&gt;So far from the sun&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a guardian angel&lt;br /&gt;To lead you through the dangers&lt;br /&gt;That lies ahead on your way&lt;br /&gt;Towards tomorrows arms&lt;br /&gt;Tears have turned from sweet to sour and hours to days&lt;br /&gt;You're hiding yourself away&lt;br /&gt;From our cruel world's embrace&lt;br /&gt;And as your days turn to weeks&lt;br /&gt;You'll cry yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;In the cage&lt;br /&gt;We all have our fears but yours are&lt;br /&gt;The scariest of them all&lt;br /&gt;Lift your head and let us taste&lt;br /&gt;The horror you adore&lt;br /&gt;And it all starts to makes sense&lt;br /&gt;All the blood wisely shed&lt;br /&gt;Just wait until the cure comes knocking on your door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics By Ville Valo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/scan4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113949891783909122?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113949891783909122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113949891783909122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113949891783909122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113949891783909122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/him-cage-lyrics.html' title='Him - The Cage Lyrics'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113941047163826579</id><published>2006-02-08T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T06:55:54.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ville Valo</title><content type='html'>sorry but no poems today but i will put alot of ville valo pictures hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/awYUM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/VilleBites.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/hvv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/ville03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/bloodyville.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/ville2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/Ville20Valo14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/ville17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/ville24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/Ville_Valo_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/mjlonnm3ep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---EHP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113941047163826579?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113941047163826579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113941047163826579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113941047163826579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113941047163826579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/ville-valo.html' title='Ville Valo'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113933141325159371</id><published>2006-02-07T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T08:56:53.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/comic_party_floral_fantasy_v1.1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/comic_party_floral_fantasy_v1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey Bloggers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CCL, Astronomer of Love reporting here. Just here in lab 6 learning some accounting. I'm starting to understand it a little bit. I went to work late yesterday. Ugh. I was too tired, because I got like 2 hrs of sleep the other night. Due to the fact that a friend of mine came into town and wanted to go out. I figured I'd be back by 1am or so but didn't come home until 3am and woke up at 5:48am. I was falling asleep on the bus on my way to work, which I was an hr late. I can't wait to get my phone on Wednesday night. It'll look exactly like my aunt's phone, so technically a twin. I miss my little boy so much, I can't wait for next weekend. Well I have to go on a little journey to the world of Accounting. Wish me luck and sweet poems man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Astronomer of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113933141325159371?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113933141325159371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113933141325159371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113933141325159371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113933141325159371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-tuesday.html' title='On a Tuesday'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113924500928930195</id><published>2006-02-06T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T08:59:32.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Souls Of Emptiness</title><content type='html'>another one of my dark poems, this one is called "Souls Of Emptiness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for an angel to fall no hope of salvation at all&lt;br /&gt;A poor lost soul is lost in the cities of hell&lt;br /&gt;Consumed in the flames they are souls without names&lt;br /&gt;Consumed by guilt and shame there is no one else to blame&lt;br /&gt;Journey into the darkest recesses of your mind&lt;br /&gt;A million drowning souls you will find&lt;br /&gt;Witches and goblins stare back at you&lt;br /&gt;A soul for the taking an inner awakening&lt;br /&gt;They will enter your dreams oblivious to your screams&lt;br /&gt;The darkest hours appears in the shadows of lost time&lt;br /&gt;To devour your soul the angels has foretold&lt;br /&gt;Devils dance while angels smile in this endless mercy mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt;Love's violent&lt;/a&gt; cry from me to you that bears my name&lt;br /&gt;Through the souls of emptiness that leaves blood on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---EHP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113924500928930195?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113924500928930195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113924500928930195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113924500928930195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113924500928930195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/souls-of-emptiness.html' title='Souls Of Emptiness'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113923863990107366</id><published>2006-02-06T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T07:10:39.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/Chobits_Chii_Abstract_v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/Chobits_Chii_Abstract_v2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Good Morning Breakfast Cupcake! I hope everybody's weekend went well and glad to see everybody back and ready to learn some more stuff. Me just here in Acct. blogging before I start class, I always like to express myself with my images and little comments about my life. I figure I would get this off my chest a little quicker. Well apparently the worst thing happened to me this past Friday. My man EC broke up with me after lunch. It was the worst thing that happened to me. He said something about that he was evil and I was good. I was like um okay whatever. I was just mad and frustrated. I really did like this guy. He said he was moving way too fast and that he didn't want to hurt my feelings. He already did, too late. But the bad thing is I see him at work and he said he wanted to start out as friends first and then maybe hook up. I don't have that kind of time. I told him what I wanted and he took it for granted. But anyways gotta get back to accounting, peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Astronomer of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;P.P.S.: I took care of my son this weekend and took some pics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113923863990107366?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113923863990107366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113923863990107366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113923863990107366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113923863990107366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News!'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113923815213064822</id><published>2006-02-06T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T08:43:13.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gothic Tale</title><content type='html'>this is a poem i was working on for a while, i assure you its better then the insane one i did earlier, this is called "A Gothic Tale"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust is a word all lovers know it disappeared in a lie forever piercing our unmarked souls, stumbling in the shadows of withering love where intoxicated angels and devils reign, there’s no cure for the pain the flames never seem to fade, undying love is singing our song but we fail to sing along the world has poisoned our hearts, in the grave of dead love we learn the truth too late my funeral was a dream of love when angels cry blood, covered the lies of love with flowers to leave the sent of blame behind, laws of death denounce the power of sorrow that turned my heart into a tomb, set my soul on fire and take it across the abyss to feed the black raven&lt;br /&gt;-- EHP &lt;--(note i put my name)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113923815213064822?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113923815213064822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113923815213064822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113923815213064822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113923815213064822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/gothic-tale.html' title='A Gothic Tale'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113889876091734049</id><published>2006-02-02T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T08:46:00.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/Chobits_Chii_Sumomo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/Chobits_Chii_Sumomo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good Morning Breakfast Cupcake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today I am taking my 1st Accounting exam. I am praying to god that I finish today and pass it. I miss my man, he is going to come in until tomorrow, I have no idea where he is at, all my supervisor said was he's okay but couldn't tell me why. I was mad and even more mad at him because he didn't tell me or bothered to call me. I am starting to fall for him everytime I see him. He makes me happy and everytime I would pass by him I'd mouth off to him saying "I miss u" and he'd say that he misses me too. I apologize to the poet, sorry If I bothered you, my sincirest apologies. Getting ready for a fun packed weekend. Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gotta go joe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have a safe and fun weekend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Astronomer of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113889876091734049?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113889876091734049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113889876091734049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113889876091734049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113889876091734049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/t-day.html' title='T-Day'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113883367301649543</id><published>2006-02-01T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T14:41:34.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ruff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/dog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/dog.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/dog.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/threecookies.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/threecookies.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(pb) Darn. Was greatly enjoying the lyrics/poems that EHP was laying down in the Nation, thinking - wow - the man does lyrics just as nicely (and fiercely) as he does screenplays, and then to my dismay, I thought, wait, these may be lyrics that EHP is particularly fond of, though not necessarily his. Nothing at all wrong with showing love for what you love. So, dismay is really the wrong word. The lyrics lose nothing by being those of Ville Valo, lead singer and writer for the Finnish band HIM, the very same band that EHP introduced to us earlier in the blog, around the time of an assignment that made mention of "The King" of rock and roll, a gaffe that completely shows my age (not that I am hiding). EP understandably took me to task about this, given Valo's own song "The King of Rock and Roll." I guess there's a lot of royalty out there, dead and alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to see, nonetheless, the Cupcake being used as a kiosk for lyrics, poems, stories, screenplays, what have you. I liked the artistic surge that six of Valo's songs delivered to our sometimes anemic blog, as well as CCL weighing in with her own piece. Good stuff. I'd like to see more. You accountants down the hall need to break out somehow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down here in the 8, we have survived fractions - we'll know for sure tomorrow, but early returns suggest the worst is over, life will go on in a post-fractional way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that someone's president gave a State of the Union address last night, but much heavier issues weigh upon me presently, namely - could someone out there in the world get this whole Fortune Cookie thing right? Whole Foods serves up Luv Yu All Natural Fortune Cookies (0 grams Trans Fat / "Many Healthy Messages"), which are, taste-wise, MOST EXCELLENT. But consider the dreck they trot out for their fortunes - a sample: 1. "Now is the time to try something new." 2. "Promise only what you can deliver." 3. "You'll accomplish more if you start now." 4. Prepare today for the demands of tomorrow." 5. "If you put your socks on before your shoes, you will walk more comfortably." 6. "Floss your way to a better smile." Okay, I made up the last two, but you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now consider Asian Buffet's generic Fortune Cookies, which do not pretend to be healthy in the least, and are nowhere NEAR as good as Luv Yu's: 1. "You find beauty in ordinary things. Do not lose the habit." 2. "You have a deep interest in all that is artistic." 3. "You never know who you touch." Okay, okay: I know what you're thinking: that I like the generics at AB because they so obviously suck up to me. Uh...well...is that so wrong???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fortunes and Asian restaurants, best wishes in the Asian New Year of the Dog. Peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113883367301649543?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113883367301649543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113883367301649543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113883367301649543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113883367301649543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/ruff.html' title='ruff'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113880869242919126</id><published>2006-02-01T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T07:44:52.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under The Rose</title><content type='html'>I dream of the winter in my heart turning to spring While the ice gives way under my feet And so I drown with the sun I've been burning in water and drowning in flame To prove you wrong and scare you away I admit my defeat and walk back home In your heart under the rose I open my eyes with a sigh of relief As the warmth of summer's sunlight dances around me And I see you with dead leaves in your hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113880869242919126?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113880869242919126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113880869242919126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113880869242919126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113880869242919126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/under-rose.html' title='Under The Rose'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113880853653015730</id><published>2006-02-01T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T07:42:16.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked Game</title><content type='html'>The world was on fire, no one could save me but you It's strange what desire will make foolish people do I'd never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you And I'd never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you No I don't wanna fall in love With you What a wicked game to play To make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do To let me dream of you What a wicked thing to sayYou never felt this way What a wicked thing you doTo make me dream of you Now I wanna fall in love Now I wanna fall in lust With you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113880853653015730?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113880853653015730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113880853653015730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113880853653015730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113880853653015730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/wicked-game.html' title='Wicked Game'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113880838528133565</id><published>2006-02-01T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T07:39:45.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Sweet Six Six Six</title><content type='html'>There are things you should know The distance between us seems to grow But you're holding on strong Oh how hard it's to let go, oh so hard to let go I'm waiting for your call and I'm ready to take your six six six in my heart I'm longing for your touch and I welcome your sweet six six six in my heart I'm losing my faith in you You don't want it to be true But there's nothing you can do There's nothing you can do - Yes, I've lost my faith in you How long we have to wait For love is fading so slowly I know it's too late Oh my god you're so lonely I'm waiting for your call and I'm ready to take your six six six in my heart I'm longing for your touch and I welcome your sweet six six six in my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113880838528133565?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113880838528133565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113880838528133565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113880838528133565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113880838528133565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/your-sweet-six-six-six.html' title='Your Sweet Six Six Six'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113880808779171579</id><published>2006-02-01T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T07:34:47.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/ghostwatcherdvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/ghostwatcherdvd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I watched this movie the other day and well I thought it was not as good as the cover on the movie. It reminded me like when they did The Blair Witch Project. I thought they needed more imagination and creativity. Better sound effects and maybe a little 3-d wouldn't have hurt it, but I guess you gotta work with what you got. I wouldn't recommend this movie but if you would like, this is what it looks like and to the one writing the poems, at least put your initials or something to identify you with. I have a poem too but I'm afraid if it's not good enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;{THROUGH THE DARKEST HOURS I WALKED THROUGH THE PITCH BLACK PATH. I DON'T EVEN THINK I HAVE A MAP. MAYBE I'M SEARCHING FOR A LIGHT TO GUIDE MY WAY. TO BE ABLE TO SAY "HELP!" I FEEL LIKE I'M IN TROUBLE BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE MY ANGEL TO PROTECT ME. CAN'T ANYTHING OR ANYONE SAVE ME? THROUGH THE OUTSIDE I'M CALM BUT ON THE INSIDE I'M SCREAMING. I'VE BEEN TORTURED FOR TOO DAMN LONG, I CAN'T EVEN WRITE A SONG. BUT NONETHELESS, THIS WILL DO. I CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE BEEN A FOOL FOR A FEW YEARS NOW. FALLING FOR ALL TYPES OF TRICKS. SO FAR THIS HAS BEEN A REAL TRIP FOR ME ANYWAYS.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So tell me what you think, just getting warmed up for English class, see ya then PB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Astronomer of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113880808779171579?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113880808779171579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113880808779171579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113880808779171579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113880808779171579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113880356242285306</id><published>2006-02-01T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T06:19:22.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path</title><content type='html'>There is no turning back From this unending path of mine Serpentine and black It stands before my eyes To hell and back It will lead me once more It's all I have as I stumble in and out of grace I walk through the gardens Of dying light And cross all the rivers Deep and dark as the night Searching for a reason Why time would've passed us by With every step I take The less I know myself And every vow I break On my way towards your heart Countless times I've prayed For forgiveness But gods just laugh at my face And this path remains Leading me into solitude's arms I see through the darkness My way back home The journey seems endless But I'll carry on The shadows will rise And they will fall And our night drowns in dawn Amidst all the tears there's a smile All angels greet with an envious song One look into stranger's eyes And I know where I belong I walk through the gardens Of dying light And cross all the rivers Deep and dark as the night Searching for a reason Why time would've passed us by I see through the darkness My way back home The journey seems endless But I'll carry onThe shadows will rise And they will fall And our night drowns in dawn The Shadows They rise and and they fall Yeah And our night drowns in dawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113880356242285306?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113880356242285306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113880356242285306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113880356242285306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113880356242285306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/path.html' title='The Path'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113880300739557136</id><published>2006-02-01T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T07:33:54.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Pandemonium</title><content type='html'>Today's tomorrow seems so far away An the wait in vain, yeah So safe, in the blinding light of love unchainedIn yesterday's grave, yeah The truth that could set souls freeIs buried within sweet pandemonium Concealed by disbelief The riddle stays veiled in sweet pandemonium Afraid that everything remains unchanged In this fragile dream, yeah Ashamed of the shattered remains Of promises made, yeah The truth that could set souls freeIs buried within sweet pandemonium Concealed by disbelief The riddle stays veiled in sweet pandemonium Drained by the anger and grief Faized by the envy and greed The secret cries for a release The lucidity hidden deep in sweet pandemonium The truth that could set souls freeIs buried within sweet pandemonium Concealed by disbelief The riddle stays veiled in sweet pandemonium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/ville39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113880300739557136?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113880300739557136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113880300739557136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113880300739557136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113880300739557136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/sweet-pandemonium.html' title='Sweet Pandemonium'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113880183498767198</id><published>2006-02-01T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T05:50:35.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/Muffins-land_o_lakes._Good_Morning_Muffins_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/Muffins-land_o_lakes._Good_Morning_Muffins_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(JHL) Hello breakfast cupcake bloggers, How are y'all doing today? I am here in Accounting trying to understand what I am suppose to do today. It hasn't been to hard, a lot of writing but nothing to get me confused. Just the third day and I wish it was over. Of couse we are acting like the same old students from Mr. Lake or Mr. B, I think Mr. Felder is a time bomb waiting to explode. We do our best to keep conversations during break or after class, the days are going by fast and the time is almost here to finish school and get a career started, as long as I keep my patients and pass ACCOUNTING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113880183498767198?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113880183498767198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113880183498767198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113880183498767198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113880183498767198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/02/third-day.html' title='Third Day!'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113872269852750793</id><published>2006-01-31T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T07:51:38.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good Morning from Accounting, Day 2. Just watching Mr.Felder write stuff on the board. I think I'm supposed to be writing it down. I found this picture of Nick Lachey. Looking very sexy and model like. He should just become a model, he didn't sell as much albums as his ex-wife did. I am very happy, still with the same guy, Eric, he's so cute to me everytime I see him. We spent lunch together yesterday. He was giving me a quick shoulder massage before we clocked out for lunchtime. He said this weekend it's all about us, and yet I wonder if he remembers' I take care of my nieces and I get my son this weekend too. Maybe we'll take them to the mall or something. I am starting to really like Eric, wish me luck well gotta go learn some accounting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Astronomer of LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113872269852750793?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113872269852750793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113872269852750793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113872269852750793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113872269852750793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113865971582018932</id><published>2006-01-30T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T14:21:56.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ready for a brand new beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/Saturn_Approach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/Saturn_Approach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(pb) Greetings to all around the cupcake-osphere. Notice that the Queen Bee has joined the Nation (or should we say seceded from the nation?) with her own spin-off blog entitled, simply but elegantly, the BEE. I'm not quite sure how she got the BEE wired into the CUPCAKE, but it's not a bad idea: it just means that we have to scroll through more than one blog, with the Artisan's own choice of different - and snappy - template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new folks have arrived, the Accountants have moved down the hall, and the Excel-lers have moved next door. Quite a diaspora on our hands. Maybe we'll have to resort to Morse Code or tin can and string "telephones" to stay in touch. Oh, yeah: that's what the blog is for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will note that PC, who has been diiligently trying to break through the brickwork bureaucracy down the hall here at 6550, has weighed in with a report on her adventures. Just trying to do that turned out to be ordeal enough, as if the bureaucrats down the hall caught wind of her bloggy intentions and tried to snuff them out, too. Kudos to her for hanging in there and sharing a piece of her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not aware that EPB was functioning as "mentor" for the newly re-orbiting Astronomer of Love. I know she has been "ma" for a number of folks: maybe that's not so different a role, unless one remembers when George Costanza played "mentor" to some unsuspecting mentee on Seinfeld. I know, too, that EB has certainly tried (in vain, it would seem) to be an Anti-Astronomer of Love to the orbiting satellite: I have witnessed those attempts to send out intergalactic radio signals when the object of said signals was sitting a mere two feet away. The apparent effect would suggest some kind of warp in the weave of the space-time continuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very quick snapshot comments about our new folk: much more reflective of the way my brain works than they are reflective of the new folks themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: April baby on the way; she'll keep MM the Mathematician on his toes. Q: If you google her, she is the only one who shows up on this planet. Maybe her mother knew EXACTLY what she was doing in naming her daughter. M: one of the three "cousins" this Mod, and a sister to a neighbor to boot. Yet another Eagle in the Cupcake Nation. A: the second one by this name I have known in my life (A also is so organized on paper that she will be mapping out my presentations on the board for the rest of the Mod). Cy: I remember blue, and glasses, and a fierce intention to slay the math dragon; good for her. S: Quiet this first morning, still breathing: she's probably the math genius in our midst, but is just taking it easy on us. An: She, too, in blue, a little freer now to explore the world now that her babies are growing up. St: Russian name, but he's no Russian, he tells us; St is back from overseas, and we welcome him. K: This is what we share: we both love math, we both attended Roosevelt, albeit approximately 40 years apart, and we both have hailed at some point from Mississippi. R: the other of the M cousins, who entered into a bit of a spaceTime warp of her own traveling from Castroville to 6550 this morning, perfectly understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mere pages away from finishing Mr. Dickens' Bleak House: it has been a most excellent read. As blog readers already know, I have been gaga over the timing of a televised version of BH on PBS, Sundays at 8. First two hour installment last Sunday - incredible. Last night, 50 minutes or so into the latest "2" hour episode, up pops a "Stay tuned for scenes from next week's Bleak House..." Cheesy poodles get us hooked first with a luxurious 2 hour episode, and then shift to four Sundays of 1 hours apiece. DRAG! I don't have much of my life mapped out, but at least I had 8-10 pm for the next five Sundays mapped out: or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mad ramblings of a man steeped in the trivial and inconsequential. Peace and welcome to the 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113865971582018932?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113865971582018932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113865971582018932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113865971582018932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113865971582018932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/ready-for-brand-new-beat.html' title='ready for a brand new beat'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113864338169965131</id><published>2006-01-30T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T09:49:41.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT SHOULD I DO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Good morning everyone!  Or should I say Good afternoon!  It took me forever to log on.  It's been a while since I been in class.  The last couple of days have been real hard.  I moved from my house to an apartment.  Then my nephew goes and cuts his finger, so we where in the hospital all night long some time last week.  My boyfriend broke up with me and work isn't helping and on top of everything I'm still attending school.  Which is probably the only thing I look foward to every morning I wake up.  But not everything is perfect, meaning that once I do get here I'm having problems with getting my books for class. I'm on my 2nd mod and no books.  So everything just been a pain in my @@@.  It was nothing but stress all month long. I'm hopeing next month is different, being that it's my birthday next month and all.  Good luck to all those who are new in Mr. Booker's class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113864338169965131?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113864338169965131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113864338169965131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113864338169965131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113864338169965131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-should-i-do_30.html' title='WHAT SHOULD I DO'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113863978284410418</id><published>2006-01-30T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T08:54:14.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrrr.Accounting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/Winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/Winter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Brrrr................What a way to start Accounting. I'm hoping to pass this class. Everybody is nervous. And one of my mentors stopped by today, Miss Botello. Well today I made a purchase at the bookstore, an NIT backpack, the color bright blue, I like it, it's cute. I'm trying to pay attention and the fact of the matter is I'm right infront of the teacher. Hee-Hee, teacher's pet lol jk. Liz told us not to be intimidated by Mr. F. I was like thinking okay I won't. I can't wait to go back to Mr. Booker's English class as my final mod. I wonder what awards I'll get. I'll add the pins to my new backpack. I should've gotten the backpack earlier. Oh well, I'll always have it as a memory. I get to see my son this weekend, I can't wait. Oh NEWS FLASH, my ex husband's exgirlfriend keyed the side of his car. I was like Crazy lady. But anyways gotta go, pray for me PB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;-Astronomer of LOVE, still rockin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113863978284410418?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113863978284410418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113863978284410418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113863978284410418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113863978284410418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/brrrrrraccounting.html' title='Brrrrrr.Accounting'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113830077752158789</id><published>2006-01-26T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T10:39:37.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of the MOD</title><content type='html'>(JHL) Hello bloggers, Today is the last day of the MOD, as for me the next will be my last, for I will complte all my class on the next month. Mr. Booker it was fun having you as a teacher. I learned a lot from your class. Thanx for the patients of us turning in the work Take care guys till next blog and next MOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113830077752158789?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113830077752158789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113830077752158789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113830077752158789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113830077752158789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-day-of-mod.html' title='Last day of the MOD'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113828818137116378</id><published>2006-01-26T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T07:09:41.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.G.I.T.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/annapolis.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/annapolis.0.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This picture is very meaningful to be, I would have loved to be there, this is Annapolis. One of the toughest military institutes to be in. They even made a movie about it. I still haven't even seen that other one "JARHEAD", some of them have alot of sarcasm and funny things. I can't believe I'm going to Accounting but I'll be back, especially for English, haven't taken that yet. Time sure flew by, just a few months ago, I was barely getting used to living in San Antonio and now I know it a little better. I've had alot of love encounters and the worst battles with my ex husband. Things have died down due to the fact that the guy I'm seeing right now, things are okay with us, thank god. This is one of the scenes from that movie that was made from &lt;em&gt;Annapolis. &lt;/em&gt;The girl right there would &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/annapolis1grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/annapolis1grande.jpg" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;be me making sure he don't mess up. LOL. Funny right? I think I'm still in the process to take the test and once I pass that I can worry about the physical thing afterwards. I do wanna be something and well being in the military would make me feel good about myself, it's a personal thing. I mean I heard that my ex might sign up again, since his work isn't working out like he thought. If it's the reserves, he could be near home and well if it's the actual sign-up, he's gonna be gone for months at a time. Hardly to see his son. Now this morning I heard that my ex husband's friend moved out and my ex sister-in-law moved in with her kid and her boyfriend. I was like OH MY GOD. It's a big house and with 6 people now. And that my ex sister-in-law takes care of my son since she don't work right now. She better treat him right if not, she better watch out. I'll end up reporting her to CPS or whatever it takes to protect my son. Well I guess that's all I have to say for today gotta finish my resume, and my test. Peace. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ASTRONOMER OF LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113828818137116378?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113828818137116378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113828818137116378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113828818137116378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113828818137116378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/tgit.html' title='T.G.I.T.'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113828633024378629</id><published>2006-01-26T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T08:42:53.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>roundabout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/roundabout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/roundabout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(pb) Last day of the Mod. So soon? Many good folks departing our midst, just doors away, though, so no need to be strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So many folks blogging in the Nation these daze, coming from so many different directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;EP admonishes all of us who do not bow down at the feet of the ubiquitous Mr. Tarantino. I fully enjoyed the wild and wooly and smart-assed mayhem of Jackie Brown, but found Pulp Fiction utter torment. PF, I find, is one of those dividing line films: the folks who love it say, look what a genius QT is; those of us who hated it say, what's the big deal? I completely do not get the fun with violence thing. I've never known anyone to be lukewarm on the subject of PF. Give me Get Shorty or, for that matter, Jackie Brown, any day. GS is my idea of what PF could have been without all the violence. For those who love PF, that just shows what a doof I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, EP is quite the movie connoisseur, and it's a lot of fun to hear his take on films, as well as his passion for them. He writes some hilarious, and quite witty, screenplay excerpts as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Who can possibly blame TMC for her temptations to blow off the day and stay in for rest? 5 AM is a tough gig, no doubt about it. Hats off to her and all of us for hanging in with these rough schedules of ours. And congratulations to her and JM for their new business negotiations. Best wishes to them both. Thank goodness for flat tires, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like RSIII's indecision regarding self-judgment. "Me, I don't know." Well, I think we all know that RSIII is a man with his eye on American pop culture, and a man with a gift for nifty little homilies in his blog posts. That is, when he's not watching American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Comes another movie buff, Mr C-Lo, with some excellent reviews in the horror genre. Not my cup of tea, I must admit. The only horror film I ever purposely sought out was Stanley Kubrick's version of King's The Shining. That was about the time I decided that Kubrick wasn't all I had cracked him up to be; I disliked Full Metal Jacket just as much as TS, and didn't even bother with Eyes Wide Shut. Truth be told, when all was said and done with Mr. Stanley, Barry Lyndon was truly the only film of his that I really liked - at the time I saw it (the TIMES I saw it), I thought it was magnificent: I'm not even sure it would hold up for me today, but I suspect it would. I also liked his two black and white films from the 50s: The Killing and Killer's Kiss (I think those were the titles), but I saw those at the Trinity Film Series almost 30 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Has everyone figured out that CCL is a "Wiccan?" You know: devotee of the ancient pagan religions. Isn't that what all her "wicking" talk is all about? Okay, okay, just kidding. I know all about her strange days (nights) at the Kandle Kingdom. No doubt a bizarre place to live and breathe, and worthy of at least a half dozen short stories, if not an entire novel. My picture of the place (the one in my head) is something along the lines of the weird place where Tom Hanks' character works in the movie Joe and the Volcano. Or the place in the movie Brazil. Or the ministry in the movie 1984. I see the light in the place as kind of an oozing green. Yikes. And yes, CCL/AOL would greatly benefit from losing her telescope for, say, at least 6 months. She clearly missed the lecture they gave in the "Bardo" on keeping work and personal life separate. Yes, sometimes it works out just fine, but I've decided that the average emotional age of the administration at the Kandle Kingdom is, let's say (to be generous), about 2. And that is being mighty generous. CCL, it's time to study archaeology, not stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Congratulations to JM and her husband for the enormous success of their business. It's inspiring. And, if you haven't checked out her slides of the quality of their work, do so. Whether you're a potential client or not, it's worth your time to see some stunning work. I look forward to seeing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I liked "Pebbles" nifty little blog post the other day. I didn't realize until now just how much she looks like Will Smith. How could I have missed that? Let's all hold her in our thoughts, wishing her and her family well. We'll hopefully see her back with us bright and early on Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SM is very proud - and rightfully so - of her new talent for dropping graphics into her blogs. Check out her new business cards, while you're at it. I know she'll be happy to share some with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;How cool was it for CCL to finally blog about someone with molto talent, rather than her usual "pretenders" - we'll leave them nameless. Shakira's definitely got the goods, though I was not impressed with her crossover stuff. In her mother tongue, however, she rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I think I am out for now. Finishing up my reading of Dickens' Bleak House, so I can stay ahead of Masterpiece Theatre. And trying to figure out where the wonderful aromatic smell of coffee and breakfast tacos came from. Okay, who's got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao/peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113828633024378629?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113828633024378629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113828633024378629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113828633024378629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113828633024378629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/roundabout.html' title='roundabout'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113820949066568088</id><published>2006-01-25T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T09:18:10.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Movie?</title><content type='html'>now theirs this new movie quentin might make, the movie is called "The Vega Brothers" now if you have not seen reservoir dogs or pulp fiction SHAME ON YOU!! vic vega from reservoir dogs is the older brother of vincent vega from pulp fiction, this story takes place in nightclubs, bars, place's like that..i can not wait for this movie to come out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113820949066568088?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113820949066568088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113820949066568088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113820949066568088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113820949066568088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-movie.html' title='New Movie?'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113820834810740728</id><published>2006-01-25T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T08:59:08.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/images.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/images.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/images.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"American Idol" is one of the best reality shows around. People are trying their best to win record contracts and to launch sucessful careers. People all over would want to be the next, say, Kelly Clarkson, Fantasia, or Carrie Underwood. They just have good talent to win. Hopefully as big as the Beatles, Rolling Stones, or Madonna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113820834810740728?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113820834810740728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113820834810740728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113820834810740728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113820834810740728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/american-idol-tv.html' title='American Idol TV'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113820717993895354</id><published>2006-01-25T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T08:39:39.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast Cupcake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/"&gt;Breakfast Cupcake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am so glad this week is almost over. This morning I kept looking longingly back at my bed. I just hate 5am it totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt; Yes, I got a new job and my days as a waitress are numbered. That is what I started this school for. I just did not expect it to happen this quickly. I am excited and nervous all at the same time. Jenny has turned out to be a real freind and I just feel we were thrown together for a reason. I look forwrd to working with her.&lt;br /&gt;  Everything is going well at home. I have been getting to spend more time with my kids since my work has been closed and that has been really  nice.&lt;br /&gt;  See ya tomarrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;TMC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113820717993895354?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113820717993895354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113820717993895354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113820717993895354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113820717993895354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/breakfast-cupcake_25.html' title='Breakfast Cupcake'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113820731647688165</id><published>2006-01-25T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T09:16:31.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The People in Mr. Booker's Class</title><content type='html'>The people in Mr. Booker's class and nice and friendly, but sometimes, rude and not-so-friendly, and loud. First of all, Jimmy, Cindy, and Amapola do more long breaks than work. Cynthia, on the other hand, knows what she is doing, whenever she's here. Tina, Stella, Christina, and Jenny know how to do work well. Then the other people, Mike, Phil, Eric know what to do and when to do it. Then , so are Annette and Bernice. Me, I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113820731647688165?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113820731647688165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113820731647688165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113820731647688165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113820731647688165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/people-in-mr-bookers-class.html' title='The People in Mr. Booker&apos;s Class'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113820915887237061</id><published>2006-01-25T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T09:15:12.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror Movies</title><content type='html'>There will alway be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HORROR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Movies in this world some are greater than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/198427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/198427.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this movie by Stephen King "IT" the movie was a book first befor it every becam a movie. Now there are two version of the main charater on that he is a clow and the other is his true form in both the movie and in the book as a spider. There are people that says that the clown was more horror than he was a spider. Now IT is a classic and there will nerve be one like the orginal one and that it is a sence of fear. The best thing about the book version is it goes into a lot more detail than the movie ever did. Now that is more scary than any thing. Well it like they say book are more better than movies especally if the movie did come from a book in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one of many horror books that became into movie. Well Stephen king is the King of Horror&lt;br /&gt;as he is label as far a books goes. To me I have all of his book to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/fc_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="127" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/fc_7.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/fc_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another Horror Movie and this one is really scary for the reason that it was based on a actural event that happen In Tezas. Now Movies like this make you think of the place that you like or not like to live. This movie has been remade over and over and over. The latest version of the movie had more actural even added to the movie than the orginal one did. Now that is scary stuff to hear about. That would maily count of the time that is was place on in the 70's compare to todays details in movies and what people can watch in the theater. It was crazy about that family that lived there and the events that happen in a small town. Small town are suppose to be the safe one for some people and that is what they think. Well if a chainsaw person like leatherface can come from a town like that you can imagen the really horror stories in the towns. Well leatherface was the best one of the best movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/47_7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/47_7.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one movie that can speck for it self and it was based on true event. Now tis movie is the most Scaries one of all times. Talk about turning into the thing you hate most. The transformation and the tourment that the body of one person has to go through. The event of that one thing makes you think of spites or ghosts that are in houses.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think about movies like this ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113820915887237061?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113820915887237061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113820915887237061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113820915887237061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113820915887237061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/horror-movies.html' title='Horror Movies'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113820660694983822</id><published>2006-01-25T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T08:32:21.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry Be Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/smile11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/smile11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Hi Again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Just reading some of the blogs, all i can say to the one about the boyfriend, if he really liked you he wouldn't be joking around like that. Although, I really hope that things work out. Well I'm just having a great time at work and enjoying every bit of it I hope that everyone can just be as happy as I am right now. SCM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113820660694983822?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113820660694983822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113820660694983822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113820660694983822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113820660694983822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-worry-be-happy.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry Be Happy'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113820562176028696</id><published>2006-01-25T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T08:13:41.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Folks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/gossip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 445px" height="391" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/gossip.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where I work at feels like a freaking gossip shop instead of a candle factory. I was really stressing over that yesterday. I don't know who to trust anymore. Should I listen to my boyfriend or my friends from work? You see my boyfriend works where I work at. And well yesterday one of my co-workers told me that he told her that he was going to break up with me and didn't want to be with me no more that it was a mistake to hook up with me. After I heard that I just broke down and cried. I would pass by him and ignore his looks to me. I wouldn't even look his way and one of my other friends was infront of him and I asked him in front of her about the money I lent him. Later on, he sent my friend to ask me if I was mad about the money and that she didn't know we were going out, and then I told her that one of my co-workers told me that he was going to break up with me after I bought him lunch again or something like that, my friend told me that my boyfriend said it wasn't true. Then at lunchtime I asked him straight out and he said he did say that but that he said it joking around to that co-worker, I even said that wasn't even funny. I just hope he isn't lying to me. I'm gonna protect myself from anything that is coming my way. If he does break up with me I'm gonna slap him infront of everybody. I don't care. Right now I'm listening to Kelly Clarkson's song "Behind These Hazel Eyes", read the lyrics that's how I'm feeling right now. Gonna finish my assignments now, Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Astronomer of LOVE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113820562176028696?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113820562176028696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113820562176028696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113820562176028696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113820562176028696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/gossip-folks.html' title='Gossip Folks'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113812493535980185</id><published>2006-01-24T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T09:48:55.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How is everyone?&lt;br /&gt;I am doing great.  Our business is finally going full force.  We have landed 4 builders and hired a new installer.  We have enough work now for all year around.  We are changing our company name and image from A-1 Decks to Wild Wood Decks.  We also had a man invest in our company as a silent partner.  It has been nice to be able to relax again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still looking for a house in the Canyon Lake area.  We are planning to move in Febuary and move our office there to.  I have a new office assist that will also start for me when we get set up and running in Canyon Lake.  I am looking forward to working with her and training her.  Her name is Tina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day and God Bless you all!&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113812493535980185?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113812493535980185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113812493535980185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113812493535980185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113812493535980185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-is-everyone-i-am-doing-great.html' title=''/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113812273237283583</id><published>2006-01-24T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T09:12:12.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast Cupcake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Breakfast Cupcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning classmates. We are almost done with this mod and I just can't beleive it went so fast.&lt;br /&gt; I am having a great day today I got some pretty serious issues off my chest yesterday and damn it felt so.... good. I am back to smiling and that is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt; I think I am going to paint my living room this weekend and maybe even the boys room. If I don't go back to work soon I am going to go crazy. It was nice for awhile but it has been 10 days now. I need the $$$$.&lt;br /&gt; That is about all the excitement going on in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;Take Care, TMC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113812273237283583?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113812273237283583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113812273237283583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113812273237283583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113812273237283583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/breakfast-cupcake_24.html' title='Breakfast Cupcake'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113812267479327737</id><published>2006-01-24T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T09:11:14.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk Around Campus</title><content type='html'>A walk around campus is a way to keep your mind motivated. First, you go to the snack room and say "Hi" to the other students from other classes. Then, you go to the resource room to check and look at possible job offerings. Then, you take a break at the receptionist desk and chat with Jamie or Martina for a bit. Then your back in class, and finally, you're ready to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113812267479327737?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113812267479327737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113812267479327737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113812267479327737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113812267479327737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/walk-around-campus.html' title='A Walk Around Campus'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113812203930434426</id><published>2006-01-24T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T09:00:39.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/will%20smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/will%20smith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi everyone! How is everyone doing? I don't have anything to say today. I am playing around with learning how to put images with my blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pebbles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113812203930434426?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113812203930434426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113812203930434426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113812203930434426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113812203930434426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/hi-everyone-how-is-everyone-doing-i.html' title=''/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113812056927191475</id><published>2006-01-24T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T08:36:09.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have A Great Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/christian%20cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/christian%20cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi Everyone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dont have much to say just hope everyone has a great day!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;SCM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113812056927191475?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113812056927191475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113812056927191475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113812056927191475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113812056927191475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/have-great-day.html' title='Have A Great Day!!!'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113811544424527423</id><published>2006-01-24T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T07:10:44.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Tortura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/shakira-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" height="251" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/shakira-16.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good Morning Breakfast Cupcake Nation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here's a double image of Shakira that I found which I found very cool. I admire the way Shakira has grown up into a very mature and sassy latina entertainer. She has crossed over to the english singing very successfully. I still love that song she sings with Alejandro Sanz. Man it's still dancable and good to listen to. I just can't wait to buy Shakira's album or I download it and burn it.  NEWS NEWS NEWS, my ex's ex girlfriend Melissa came to  talk to me and to his aunt. Don't worry no fights or anything crazy. She just came to tell me some stuff about my ex husband and well I might have a good chance of getting my son back which is a good thing. I am praying to god that I get to have my son back. Yesterday I was so mad at Eric because where I work at , I did wicking and well I did it all day till our lunchbreak but then after lunch I was so be on the opposite side of the wiccing line and my man EC didn't want to wic(he ended up saying he wasn't fast enough, and well they should put him to make extras to get practice. Man I was so mad and then I ended up just ignoring him for a little bit, then I ended up apologizing and today on our lunchbreak we get to hang again. Only us two lol. I can't wait to see him today, well till then bloggers. Bye for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Astronomer of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CCL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/pv_alejandro_sanz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" height="268" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/pv_alejandro_sanz.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113811544424527423?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113811544424527423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113811544424527423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113811544424527423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113811544424527423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/la-tortura.html' title='La Tortura'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113803923373507987</id><published>2006-01-23T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T10:00:34.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a great weekend.  We did.  We finished the outdoor kitchen.  I will put pictures tomorrow for you all.  We also had great developement in our company.  Explain all later when i have all the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113803923373507987?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113803923373507987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113803923373507987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113803923373507987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113803923373507987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-there-everyone-i-hope-you-all-had.html' title=''/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113803740548735187</id><published>2006-01-23T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T09:30:05.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast Cupcake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/"&gt;Breakfast Cupcake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Good morning everyone. I hope you; all had a nice weekend. I spent friday at a day spa and Oh my gosh it was the most wonderful thing. I wish I was rich so I could go atleast once a month. That would be nice.&lt;br /&gt; I have been off work for nine days now and am getting really bored. They are redoing our floors at Oma's and it is taking a little longer than expected. I am thinking I might be back to work by friday. I hope anyway. I am starting to feel unemployed.&lt;br /&gt; Thats about it though. I hope you all have a wonderful week.&lt;br /&gt;TMC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113803740548735187?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113803740548735187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113803740548735187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113803740548735187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113803740548735187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/breakfast-cupcake_23.html' title='Breakfast Cupcake'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113803591359943739</id><published>2006-01-23T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T09:05:13.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just checking in</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! How was everyone's weekend? I don't have to much to say today. So stay in good spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pebbles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113803591359943739?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113803591359943739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113803591359943739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113803591359943739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113803591359943739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-checking-in.html' title='just checking in'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113803524023285299</id><published>2006-01-23T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T08:59:26.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI EVERYONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/SimondsLandscapingPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/SimondsLandscapingPhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hello Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how is everyone doing? Me I had a long weekend and I' m enjoying my job. I am so happy because I know that everything that is happening is because the Lord has heard my prayers. Everything that my sister at church prayed for is just happening. Thank God!!&lt;br /&gt;Well just wanted to say hi and hope you have a good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;SCM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113803524023285299?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113803524023285299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113803524023285299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113803524023285299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113803524023285299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/hi-everyone.html' title='HI EVERYONE'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113803052172070220</id><published>2006-01-23T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T07:35:21.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My main man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/Frankie.j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/Frankie.j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good Morning Bloggers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just feeling a little sad today due to the fact that my son had the pink eye. I think I may have gotten it too but its in the early stage, already have the medicine for it, cuz I cannot afford to have the pink eye. My ex was being stupid because he told me he was going to be a little late to pick up my son cuz he was going to see his daughter at the hospital, when I talked to him on the phone I responded by saying, "oh, you mean the daughter that you haven't seen in a week?"and then he just hung up on me. I didn't feel bad and I don't regret saying that. I told my ex's aunt and she said I shouldn't have said that and I was thinking in my mind, whatever. The way my ex dressed last night reminded me of the times that we were married. Same style, not bad looking but oh well. I think that "Eric C." is going to surpass my ex's image. Oh he is a hottie well not as close to Frankie J but close enough. Ha ha. Well just got the assignment, so it's back to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-AOL(Astronomer of Love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113803052172070220?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113803052172070220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113803052172070220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113803052172070220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113803052172070220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-main-man.html' title='My main man'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113778228565550408</id><published>2006-01-20T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T22:25:57.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.G.I.F</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/Summer%20day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/Summer%20day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(JHL) Hello bloggers. Beautiful day outside today.How is everyone doing? As for me I am doing fine. Its Friday and I am just catching up on my work. It is nice and quite. It is really interesting seeing the computers off no sound. These past few days I've been feeling better and ended the nine days of grief. My only hope is to see my Great Aunts and Uncle's for they are the only brothers and sisters of my Grandpa still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are coming for me to finish school and I can't wait, it feels like just yesterday I came to school, but these past few months went by fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Booker why the Krispy Kreme Guys for the Astronomer of Love? Don't you know its that time again, time to do taxes. She is going to be after this uniformed man. Uncle Sam in front of some Tax Centers around San Antonio. lol. Till next bloggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/uncle-sam-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="144" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/uncle-sam-pic.jpg" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113778228565550408?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113778228565550408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113778228565550408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113778228565550408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113778228565550408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/tgif.html' title='T.G.I.F'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113771068103727579</id><published>2006-01-19T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T14:44:41.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a case of mucho queso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/co3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/co3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/lindsay-lohan-toothpick03-745297.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/lindsay-lohan-toothpick03-745297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/lindsay-lohan-toothpick03-745297.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(pb) Be Afraid, Cupcake Nation, be very afraid: rsiii has discovered how to import pictures into the domain. The Duffs and the Lohans face off, but ever the diplomat, rsiii refuses to hand over the golden apple: H and L live to duke it out another day. I wasn't aware either had talent enough to take on the already talentless likes of Britanny S (by God, she's EARNED her initials), much less the Queen of white women who mistakenly think they can dance, Lady Madonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staggering saga known as the Astronomer of Love is back in action, as witness her posting below. I did find the description of "Grandmother's" life hilarious. I'm not sure, however, if I should even be commenting on the latest romance alluded to by the AOL: by the time I write this - mere hours later - the whole thang may be off, and CCL may have moved on to more Uniform Obsession with the Loverboys over at Krispy Kreme. Sharp-dressed men, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please call the cheese-cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all a good weekend. Peace and Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113771068103727579?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113771068103727579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113771068103727579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113771068103727579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113771068103727579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/case-of-mucho-queso.html' title='a case of mucho queso'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113768984447836584</id><published>2006-01-19T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T09:04:51.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Better, Hilary Duff or Lindsay Lohan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/images320575_lindsay_lohan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/images320575_lindsay_lohan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/hilary_duff0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/hilary_duff0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is better, Hilary Duff or Lindsay Lohan? So here it is, Hilary could be better because she wants to be the next Britney Spears, but Lindsay could be better because she wants to be like Madonna. But they are both like Kelly Clarkson. So who is better, Hilary Duff, or Lindsay Lohan? I think it's both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113768984447836584?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113768984447836584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113768984447836584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113768984447836584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113768984447836584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/who-is-better-hilary-duff-or-lindsay.html' title='Who is Better, Hilary Duff or Lindsay Lohan'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113768938143974748</id><published>2006-01-19T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T08:58:08.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the 80's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/Autobot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/Autobot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/decepticon_symbol.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/decepticon_symbol.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remeber the old Cartoons the orginal &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRANSFORMERS&lt;/span&gt;. Those were the days. The most greatest transfomers who came from cybertron and crash landed on earth for millions of years. When the leaders came to there was always a struger between Optimus Prime and megatron so it became Optimus Prime vs Megatron. What fan won't also forget the movie especally the very sad part where Prime died. that was ver tradge after all. He was the most repected one of all; eventhough that Megatron got his @#% wipe out of him. All of season one and season two of the orginal transformers series was the best. Optimus could always get the ypper had over Megatron no matter what was the stiuation. We can't foget the troops of Prime like wheeljack, bumblebee, ironhide, jazz, cliffjumber, and other there are too many to name. megatron also had his evil troops like starscream, thrust, shockwave, soundwave, thundercracker, dirge, rumble, laserbeak, ravage, reflector and also many other. It seems like on both sides that they had endless troops. After the movie came out things were different there was no Prime and Megatron instead their was Rodimus Prime vs Galvatron. Rodimus was Hot Rod for a while afterwords he inherite the autobot matrix of leadership from Optimus Prime; while Megatron was made over by the planet eaten Unicron in to a better evil leader know as Galvatron, For another season. From then on Rodiums had his toops like, Arcee(a female autobot), Springer, Kup, Sky lynx and many others. Galvatron aslo has old and new troops. The new troops that was created byUnicron.&lt;br /&gt;Thoes were the good days of the orginal team of the transformers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transformers Rule&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transformers Forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autobots Forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Decepticons Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113768938143974748?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113768938143974748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113768938143974748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113768938143974748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113768938143974748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/remember-80s.html' title='Remember the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113768077391455083</id><published>2006-01-19T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T06:28:10.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In-Love Again..............?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/B00009KU6T.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/B00009KU6T.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/35367_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/35367_250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*happy sigh* I'm in love yet again. lol. Well it could be a good thing going on. Its this guy from work, his name is Eric, he just started there a few days ago. Still haven't gotten his number and well I figured we see eachother at work and we can hang out at lunchtime. He told me that he talked to alot of people especially the women and found out how they are. He said alot of people would be hating on us if they ever knew we were going out which we aren't yet, and if we were, we'd keep it on the down low, but after work then it's okay. But while we're on the clock, it's work time. No lovey-dovey acting around eachother. It's against the work policy. He told me that my supervisor was trying to hit on him, there she goes again. That's the reason some guy got fired, it was either her or that guy she was dating. She's like in her 50's, a grandmother, her husband is in jail, has the MOST annoying giggle, and makes it obvious when she likes a guy from work. But now I got to work on my assignments and finish this today. Have a good weekend, peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOD BLESS YOU ALWAYS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Astronomer of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CCL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113768077391455083?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113768077391455083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113768077391455083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113768077391455083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113768077391455083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-love-again.html' title='In-Love Again..............?'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113761658940370238</id><published>2006-01-18T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T12:36:29.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool image</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/Nabokov"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/Nabokov%27s%20Dream.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(pb) In the last post, that was Dickens in blue and Nabokov in paint (watercolor?). This is just a very cool image inspired by Nabokov's passion for lepidoptery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113761658940370238?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113761658940370238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113761658940370238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113761658940370238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113761658940370238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/cool-image.html' title='cool image'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113761087035172731</id><published>2006-01-18T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T12:32:52.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's in a word?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/dickens.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/dickens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/nabokov.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/nabokov.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(pb) Where indeed, CCL? Cupcake's abandoned, cuz there's no bonus points hanging in the balance. Even with them, some folks still walk on by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great song, by the way - those last three words. Bacharach/David song, Dionne Warwick's vocals. Laura Nyro kicks ass with her version on the last album she ever made, before she died of ovarian cancer at the age of 49. When she sings the line "broken in two," you believe it. Broken "into" as well. The album, Angel in the Dark, just about permanently lived in my CD player for at least 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold this morning, but not like yesterday's arctic assault. Today's cold was invigorating. Yesterday's, you just wanted to run and hide. Nowhere to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great song, those three words. Martha Reeves and the Vandellas. Just what, exactly, is a Vandella? No surprise, Ms. Nyro also weighed in with her own Nowhere to Run on, I believe, her most excellent (though Angel is, in my opinion, more "excellenter": this, to the Nyro faithful, is heresy) Gonna Take a Miracle album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in one of my crazier crazed modes the past few daze, ranting about what, for most people in the world, amounts to a world class wind piss. Lousy writer (James Frey) concocts a fictional "story of his life," sells it as a "memoir," sells some copies, appears on mighty Oprah where he is anointed the coming of the Lord, sells (and makes) millions. Investigative journalists bust him, expose his lies, and hordes rush to his defense, aforementioned mighty O included. Books sells more millions (likely). Movie - natch - to come. More moolah. Do I care that someone makes up stories as fiction? Hell no. Do I care that he touts himself as committed to the truth, unflinchingly to the truth, tells a story that, as a "true" story, has its credibility only so long as it is TRUE, do I care about this scam? You bet. Apparently, anyway, since I've been following the story about as obsessively as I did Katrina (and I don't follow news stories obsessively, or at all, as a rule of thumb) and written two letters to editors of online 'zines. Yeah, I'd say I'm pretty crazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleak House starts this Sunday, for all you English novel soap opera fans. I read an essay on BH by Vladimir Nabokov (one of the fiction gods of the last century) last night, knowing full well he would blow all the secrets of the novel in the course of the essay. I was wrong; he blew all of the secrets in one paragraph. Oops. What to do with the remaining 600 pages to go? Finish them I will. VN really just confirmed what I already knew, but was waiting to have revealed. Well, I no longer have to wait. Now, I'll just read for pure pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to the Mighty Nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113761087035172731?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113761087035172731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113761087035172731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113761087035172731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113761087035172731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/whats-in-word.html' title='what&apos;s in a word?'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113760795172122901</id><published>2006-01-18T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T10:12:31.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PCD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/B000ANVQ64.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/320/B000ANVQ64.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Where have all the Cupcakes have gone? Keep on blogging! Even if it's a short message. This group has two hit songs on the radio, "don't cha'" and "stick wit u". better slanged than normal. I wonder how long they'll last, as a group. Kind of makes you think right? They'll probably give it a few years and then 3 will remain. Cuz Destiny's child only has 3 left. I felt kind of sick yesterday, took some NYQUIL last night with some orange juice an well my friend said I had a mixed drink . LOL. This morning my aunt didn't even wake me up or nothing, she didn't even talk to me at all. I wonder why. She left earlier with my nieces before 6:30am and I woke up at 7:11am, didn't get on the bus till 8:30am and the n hopped on the 524 that took me all the way to Crossroads Park &amp;amp; Ride. JHL's dad is giving me a ride to work, I told JHL I would buy his dad something to eat next week. To thank him for giving me a ride to work. (Monday-Thursday)only. But I'll let y'all go, Talk to you guys laters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Astronomer of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113760795172122901?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113760795172122901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113760795172122901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113760795172122901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113760795172122901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/pcd.html' title='PCD'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113751383352764305</id><published>2006-01-17T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T08:03:53.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A......found.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/9431-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/9431-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/lane-bryant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/lane-bryant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/Lb_sf1_NG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/Lb_sf1_NG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/wallpaper02_1600x1200.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Good Morning Cupcake! CCL aka Astronomer of Love has arrived! Funny thing yesterday I woke up at 8am and I didn't think that there would be school yesterday due to the holiday. I think it's unfair for us to have school but the rest of the San Antonio schools didn't. Parents must've been happy, lol. But I did go to the Reed Candle Co. Empire to work for my master. lol. All that whipping and the chains......uh. jk. But I figured I would do a little shopping to kill some time and the outfit I'm wearing is courtesy of the store LANE BRYANT, very hip and nice clothes, but expensive. I can't wait to receive my weekly check which is half of what I would get. But it's better than nothing. Sometimes you have to appreciate what you have. Like this morning I bumped into this guy I met a few months ago, he said his mom kicked him out and he was homeless, poor guy I gave him like 3 dollars for him to buy himself a meal. I told him that the best place he could go to is a shelter and there is one near downtown. My dad would stay there sometimes due to hypocritical relatives. But anyways gotta get going to do my classwork. Laters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Astronomer of Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CCL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P.S.: SLJR 4 LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113751383352764305?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113751383352764305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113751383352764305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113751383352764305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113751383352764305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/miafound.html' title='M.I.A......found.'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113743884181477378</id><published>2006-01-16T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:14:01.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Most Best Movies Ever</title><content type='html'>Quentin Tarantino is a movie God! not only his is the best filmmaker but he did it with only two movies and then kill bill came out, unbelieveble i mean whats next? space movie's now just think what Star Wars would be like if Quentin made it or even Lord Of The Rings, The Matrix or maybe even Back to the Future (if your old and remember those movies) the man can do it all, love storys, ganster storys, wierd alien storys, you name it..well if you have not seen his movies you better get to it and here are some photo's from his movies enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/Quentin20Tarantino20-20Bild.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/Reservoir-Dogs---Mr-Blonde--C116771.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/2499.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/330px-Pulp_fiction0.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/im_john1_cast.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/reserv04.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/reservoir_dogs.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/killbill.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/killbill2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/killbill3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113743884181477378?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113743884181477378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113743884181477378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113743884181477378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113743884181477378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/two-most-best-movies-ever.html' title='Two Most Best Movies Ever'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113742872971845825</id><published>2006-01-16T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T08:26:53.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Martin Luther King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/SelmaMarchMartinCoretta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/SelmaMarchMartinCoretta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(pb) Well, half of us are here laboring away on Dr. King's day - shameful of NIT to be in session on this day. I'd like to think that the absent half of the class is protesting this travesty, but I'm not sure that honoring Dr. King is what fueled the absences. In the past, we have been given "Presidents' Day" off, which seems a considerably less significant celebration than today's. If PD is to honor Washington and Lincoln, as it used to, then I'm fine with having BOTH days off, but not the latter over the former. If I were to choose, I'd choose today's holiday over PD - especially if PD is to honor some of the fools who have passed for President in recent years. Dr. King's day honors not only him, but the millions of people who stood with him in his witness of a dream for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dr. King should have his say on this fine day of his:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity. But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition. In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges. But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. we must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" we can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring." And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113742872971845825?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113742872971845825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113742872971845825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113742872971845825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113742872971845825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/dr-martin-luther-king.html' title='Dr. Martin Luther King'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113742022246638041</id><published>2006-01-16T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T06:03:42.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good Morning, Eveyone!&lt;br /&gt;     I hope everyone had a good weekend.  I know we did.  We are still working on the couples outdoor kitchen in Canyon Lake, but we will finally rap it all up on Tuesday.  Then we will start a remodel Wednesday on a couple who lives in Braun Station area.  We will finsih them up this weekend and on Monday start a another deck.  We are booked up until the third week of Febuary. &lt;br /&gt;     Our baby Abby is really adjusting while with us.  She has showed  her true hunting skills this weekend.  She saw ducks in the river and jump in after them and almost caught one.  It was very cute and funny.  She came out of the water with this look like I did good.&lt;br /&gt;     We have been looking for a new house in Canyon Lake area.  We are going to look at a couple of houses this week with some acres.  I can't wait to be able to find one.  I will keep you all up to date on our progress.  If you know of any leads on houses with acres just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day and God bless you all.&lt;br /&gt;Jenni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113742022246638041?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113742022246638041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113742022246638041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113742022246638041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113742022246638041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-morning-eveyone-i-hope-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113725504868885198</id><published>2006-01-14T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T08:14:52.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/1600/bleak.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6003/1150/400/bleak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(pb) First off, my thoughts and prayers go to JHL and his family, for their devastating losses. There have been many for them over the time J's been with us here at school. These losses would be hard enough as they are, but ever harder for someone with J's big heart and sensitivity. In the face of so much loss, it's hard to put anything in words, but let's all keep him and his family in our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who have joined the Cupcake Nation, albeit under somewhat bribed circumstances. EP, back from his world travels, has joined the tribe, complete with his pictorial prowess - giving the celebrated Astronomer of Love a run for her money. We'll do an "adding graphics" inservice next week, so everyone can get in on the fun. I know: some of you are going to need something to get you through the upcoming math set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps not everyone's cup of tea, but a public service announcement: starting January 22, from 8-10 pm, on PBS/KLRN, Masterpiece Theatre presents an adaptation of Charles Dickens' novel Bleak House. Just so happens that I started reading the book just days before I found out of the MP production. Think of it as historical period piece, mystery/whodunit, comedy, and soap opera all rolled into one. And, if none of those elements grab you, perhaps this will: Gillian Anderson (Dana Scully of X-Files) plays Lady Dedlock, a cool aristocratic woman with a big secret to hide. Just a thought for you on your Sunday evenings: I know I'll be glued to the "telly." Years ago, Masterpiece Theatre was a MUST: the last weekend treat, before having to crawl back into the work week. It's somehow lost its glamor for me - not sure why - I'm sure great productions have continued (the recent Kidnapped was outstanding as well - incredibly good) - maybe just all the ritual of bedtime for my son. At any rate, you know where to find me for the next six Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes to all. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113725504868885198?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113725504868885198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113725504868885198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113725504868885198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113725504868885198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113709312569170556</id><published>2006-01-12T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T11:12:05.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(JHL) Hello fellow bloggers, these past few days have been real diffcult for me. My uncle dying on the 4th of this month and my Grandpa dying 4 days later. My Grandpa Agapito  was a great man the oldest of the family, and a man who loved to work and loved his family. My Grandpa died this past Sunday, he was 98 years old. It was and still is devastating to all the family, because it was unexpected and hut us a bunch. Sunday I had know idea what to do, how to feel or what to express. My dad loseing his brother and father and me losing an uncle and Grandfather. I had so many things I wanted to share, but the time never came around, I was to busy. I know he is in a better place and he is looking over me. I am just happy that he didn't suffer when he died, and I will always remember him.&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                                               RIP&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                Uncle Merced and Grandpa Agapito&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                              Sleep Grandpa Sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113709312569170556?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113709312569170556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113709312569170556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113709312569170556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113709312569170556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/dark-days.html' title='Dark Days'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113708656005088759</id><published>2006-01-12T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T09:22:40.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Singer EVER!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/picur16.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/me.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you may or may NOT know this the best singer in the world his name is Ville Valo from the band HIM a gothic rock band and the other picture is me with a heartagram on me cool isnt &lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/265111364_s.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is something i found that ROCKS!!! and some day i will get the same tattoo's as ville valo &lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/6465122_l.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i must go and get a drink &lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/beervalo.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;  and i have myspace so check it out from more him ville valo stuff and stuff about me on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ehp27"&gt;www.myspace.com/ehp27&lt;/a&gt; bye! &lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c185/ehp27/evilweirdsmile.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113708656005088759?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113708656005088759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113708656005088759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113708656005088759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113708656005088759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/best-singer-ever.html' title='The Best Singer EVER!!'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113708372337576199</id><published>2006-01-12T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T08:35:23.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>What is a test? What does a test suppose to do for people?  There are so many question that who know when we are taking a test or at least talking about a test.  They say that test is suppose to test your knoweldge.   So does that mean test is knoweldge or test is a phase to confurse people.  Test this, test that, so what in the world is the best definnesion of a test.  Every one says that a test is either hard or not depndeing on what you know.  If what you know is the best and that is all that is required so... why test?  what does the letter T E S T stand for or is it some thing that man made up to confuse people.  Why do we test if the first place?  Does test really do what they are made for.  Their some people that beleive that test is just a word.  That test is nothing to them.  Their are other poeple that say that I had test because I go blank when I see a test even though I am relax about it.  So do test really excite people or just make them comfuse.   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;T E S T        T E S T        T E S T        T E S T &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What in the world is a true meaning of the world test&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Test = ?  ?= what is test           &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113708372337576199?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113708372337576199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113708372337576199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113708372337576199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113708372337576199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113708128768180645</id><published>2006-01-12T07:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T07:54:47.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What about that test??</title><content type='html'>That was a very interesting test. How about that numer 7?? It sure makes me think I have a very underactive imagination. I think that is some thing I need to work on. I think people need a good imagination to be interesting. How can I stimulate my imagination??&lt;br /&gt; I have been so tired just trying to addapt to going to school so early and then working at night. I think I am getting to old for these long days. I hope I will addapt soon.&lt;br /&gt; I hope evryone has a wonderful weekend. See you all Monday.&lt;br /&gt;TMC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113708128768180645?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113708128768180645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113708128768180645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113708128768180645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113708128768180645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-about-that-test_12.html' title='What about that test??'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113708072290522648</id><published>2006-01-12T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T07:45:22.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What about that test??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113708072290522648?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113708072290522648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113708072290522648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113708072290522648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113708072290522648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-about-that-test.html' title='What about that test??'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13198017.post-113708026118497923</id><published>2006-01-12T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T07:37:41.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how's your test day going?</title><content type='html'>pebbles aka ci&lt;br /&gt;How's everyone doing to day? Is any one having test anxiety today? I not having any except for question #7. Such a mind boggler. Other than that the test was good. Well I again I don't have to much to say so I'm signing of but before I go god bless to everyone. Have a great weekend. I'll blog with you on Monday maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13198017-113708026118497923?l=breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/feeds/113708026118497923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13198017&amp;postID=113708026118497923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113708026118497923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13198017/posts/default/113708026118497923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakfastcupcake.blogspot.com/2006/01/hows-your-test-day-going.html' title='how&apos;s your test day going?'/><author><name>silent ones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15053972470367393605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
