<?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-36581709</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:53:42.072+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Upper, downer, whatever</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything. Books. Dorkiness. Friendship. Jap food. Coldplay. Red Hot Chili Peppers. Food. Orange soda. Alcohol. Caramel Macchiato. People watching. Hanging out. Stars. Beach. Marls. Alcohol. Flipflops. White lilies. Boardshorts. Trivia. Spontaneity. Brutal honesty. Out of town. Embarassing moments. Out of order. Dogs. Chowchow. Saltshaker. Vodka. Sashimi. Mi Familia. Steadiness. Experience. Planner. Starbucks.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>upperkarla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117516657236998310</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36581709.post-8523454720310444015</id><published>2008-04-19T14:27:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:58:56.768+09:00</updated><title type='text'>About time</title><content type='html'>I don't give up easily but I feel that I have to let go. I'll be ready soon, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away from the troubles in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away oh to find a better day&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away from the troubles in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away oh to find a better day&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smetimes some people get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;When it's something I've said or done&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you feel there is no fun&lt;br /&gt;That's why you turn and run&lt;br /&gt;But now I truly realise&lt;br /&gt;Some people don't wanna compromise&lt;br /&gt;Well I saw them with my own eyes&lt;br /&gt;Spreading those lies&lt;br /&gt;And well I don't wanna live my life&lt;br /&gt;Too many sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;Not mentioning the fights&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to say &lt;em&gt;baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away from the troubles in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away oh to find a better day&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away from the troubles in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away oh to find a better day&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm so tired baby&lt;br /&gt;Things you say you're driving me away&lt;br /&gt;Whispers in the powder room baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't listen to the games they play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy,&lt;/em&gt; I thought you'd realise&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like them other &lt;em&gt;girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I saw them with my own eyes&lt;br /&gt;You should've been more wise&lt;br /&gt;And well I don't wanna live my life&lt;br /&gt;Too many sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;Not mentioning the fights&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to say &lt;em&gt;baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away from the troubles in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away oh to find a better day&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away from the troubles in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away oh to find a better dayI'm walking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm getting tired, seriously. You say that I ask you to do things that are impossible. But if you really really love me, then they shouldn't be that hard. They were hard for me at first too but then I always thought you were worth it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't want to seem weak, that's why I bottled up all my feelings. Maybe it was hubris or self-preservation that made me do so. Because of this, we always fought. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just a compartment in your life. My anger towards this fact was displaced. I became angry at you for petty reasons instead. Now you probably think I'm shallow. But you of all people should know I have my reasons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be part of your life. I want to meet your parents, it doesn't matter that they're separated. I want to hang out with you and your friends with their girlfriends. I want to be the person you run to when something's bothering you. I want you to know how I feel without me telling you. I'm not asking you to be a mind-reader, just be attuned with my feelings. I want you to fight for me. When we fight, please don't act as if you don't give a shit, as if it's easy for you to get rid of me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't make me like the demanding girls I despise. I guess now it's too late.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This relationship should be good for me, I shouldn't feel sad, miserable or angry. Heck, relationships shouldn't make anyone feel these. I should be happy. It's about time I let you go but I still feel I can't. I wish I have the strength to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you so much. I wouldn't have introduced you to Papa if I didn't. I'm confused, I know I should let you go but I also wish that you won't make it easy for me. I want to fight for this relationship, but it feels like you don't want to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581709-8523454720310444015?l=upperkarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/feeds/8523454720310444015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581709&amp;postID=8523454720310444015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/8523454720310444015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/8523454720310444015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/2008/04/about-time.html' title='About time'/><author><name>upperkarla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117516657236998310</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-36581709.post-4725341328833268667</id><published>2008-01-09T12:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T13:06:09.634+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a soundtrack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;One year.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good at saying what I feel. In time, I'll muster the courage to tell you. There seems to be a need to keep it all in at this point. But I hope you know, I really don't have to voice it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You'll remember me when the west wind moves&lt;br /&gt;Upon the fields of barley&lt;br /&gt;You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky&lt;br /&gt;As we walk in the fields of gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she took her love&lt;br /&gt;For to gaze awhile&lt;br /&gt;Upon the fields of barley&lt;br /&gt;In his arms she fell as her hair came down&lt;br /&gt;Among the fields of gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay with me, will you be my love&lt;br /&gt;Among the fields of barley&lt;br /&gt;We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky&lt;br /&gt;As we lie in the fields of gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the west wind move like a lover so&lt;br /&gt;Upon the fields of barley&lt;br /&gt;Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth&lt;br /&gt;Among the fields of gold&lt;br /&gt;I never made promises lightly&lt;br /&gt;And there have been some that I've broken&lt;br /&gt;But I swear in the days still left&lt;br /&gt;We'll walk in the fields of gold&lt;br /&gt;We'll walk in the fields of gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years have passed since those summer days&lt;br /&gt;Among the fields of barley&lt;br /&gt;See the children run as the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;Among the fields of gold&lt;br /&gt;You'll remember me when the west wind moves&lt;br /&gt;Upon the fields of barley&lt;br /&gt;You can tell the sun in his jealous sky&lt;br /&gt;When we walked in the fields of gold&lt;br /&gt;When we walked in the fields of gold&lt;br /&gt;When we walked in the fields of gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581709-4725341328833268667?l=upperkarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/feeds/4725341328833268667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581709&amp;postID=4725341328833268667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/4725341328833268667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/4725341328833268667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/2008/01/lifes-soundtrack.html' title='Life&apos;s a soundtrack'/><author><name>upperkarla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117516657236998310</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-36581709.post-737803000516146091</id><published>2006-12-15T11:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T12:11:30.330+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party at Jaipur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7xAS2JiZJsI/RYIQuQvPpqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tkkKjz1mG78/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7xAS2JiZJsI/RYIQuQvPpqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tkkKjz1mG78/s400/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008584122542565026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PSRC-RI Christmas Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14 December 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prince of Jaipur at the Fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7xAS2JiZJsI/RYIQugvPprI/AAAAAAAAAAg/puJBcjuvpMU/s1600-h/DSC00706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7xAS2JiZJsI/RYIQugvPprI/AAAAAAAAAAg/puJBcjuvpMU/s400/DSC00706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008584126837532338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, I'm not drunk. Nasilaw lang sa flash.&lt;br /&gt;Faith, Me, Kath, Pops and Anj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7xAS2JiZJsI/RYIQugvPpsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k6Shx6mUQco/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7xAS2JiZJsI/RYIQugvPpsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k6Shx6mUQco/s400/DSC00723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008584126837532354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pops, Faith, Me, RR and Kath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7xAS2JiZJsI/RYIQuwvPptI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_Zd2XB1E-Ak/s1600-h/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7xAS2JiZJsI/RYIQuwvPptI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_Zd2XB1E-Ak/s400/DSC00722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008584131132499666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CHuva, Me, Faith and Kath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7xAS2JiZJsI/RYIQvAvPpuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fvYuYi6UqkQ/s1600-h/PICT2201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7xAS2JiZJsI/RYIQvAvPpuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fvYuYi6UqkQ/s400/PICT2201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008584135427466978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACCOUNTS: Mega B Team =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581709-737803000516146091?l=upperkarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/feeds/737803000516146091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581709&amp;postID=737803000516146091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/737803000516146091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/737803000516146091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-party-at-jaipur.html' title='Christmas Party at Jaipur'/><author><name>upperkarla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117516657236998310</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7xAS2JiZJsI/RYIQuQvPpqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/tkkKjz1mG78/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36581709.post-4099826058333979347</id><published>2006-12-05T11:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T11:06:55.943+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My grandparents' golden wedding anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7xAS2JiZJsI/RXTT1RGA5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RnKv_eJHT2E/s1600-h/IMGP0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7xAS2JiZJsI/RXTT1RGA5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RnKv_eJHT2E/s400/IMGP0509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004857997990618290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 2, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Virginia and Alfonso, Sr. Magsanoc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love my grandparents, they're so cute =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581709-4099826058333979347?l=upperkarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/feeds/4099826058333979347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581709&amp;postID=4099826058333979347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/4099826058333979347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/4099826058333979347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-grandparents-golden-wedding.html' title='My grandparents&apos; golden wedding anniversary'/><author><name>upperkarla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117516657236998310</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7xAS2JiZJsI/RXTT1RGA5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RnKv_eJHT2E/s72-c/IMGP0509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36581709.post-4359056853583683002</id><published>2006-11-27T17:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T06:30:39.930+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend shenanigans</title><content type='html'>Shenanigans ang puta. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner and hang out with family. Meeting about my grandparents' upcoming golden wedding anniversary celebration. Drinking drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mall of Asia with family again. 20 plus ata kami non. Yess, reunion. Went to Baywalk then Metrowalk after. Then went to Ateneo High to check if my cousin went to the Soph's night. Then to Eastwood, then to Provident, then to Drew's. 8 stickers na lang for the Starbucks planner! The little engine that could, labo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Provident. Went out with cousins and played billiards. Drinking a little. Fun. First time talaga in 7 years na kumpleto kami! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blog stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/%7Ewarlock/tarot/dragon/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Emperor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Stability, power, protection, realization; a great person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Emperor is the great authority figure of the Tarot, so it represents&lt;br /&gt;fathers, father-figures and employers. There is a lot of aggression and violence&lt;br /&gt;too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Emperor naturally follows the Empress. Like an infant, he is filled with enthuiasm, energy, aggression. He is direct, guileless and all too often irresistible. Unfortunately, like a baby he can also be a tyrant. Impatient, demanding, controlling. In the best of circumstances, he signifies the leader that everyone wants to follow, sitting on a throne that indicates the solid foundation of an Empire he created, loves and rules with intelligence and enthusiasm. But that throne can also be a trap, a responsibility that has the Emperor feeling restless, bored and discontent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/%7Ewarlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581709-4359056853583683002?l=upperkarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/feeds/4359056853583683002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581709&amp;postID=4359056853583683002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/4359056853583683002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/4359056853583683002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekend-shenanigan.html' title='Weekend shenanigans'/><author><name>upperkarla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117516657236998310</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-36581709.post-180867087620794905</id><published>2006-11-24T14:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T14:08:42.492+09:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no other way to go but UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I DARE YOU TO MOVE&lt;br /&gt;Switchfoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the planet&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to existence&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's here&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's watching you now&lt;br /&gt;Everybody waits for you now&lt;br /&gt;What happens next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;Like today never happened&lt;br /&gt;Today never happened before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the fallout&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to resistance&lt;br /&gt;The tension is here&lt;br /&gt;Between who you are and you could be&lt;br /&gt;Between how it is and how it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe redemption has stories to tell&lt;br /&gt;Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell&lt;br /&gt;Where can you run to escape from yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go?&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go?&lt;br /&gt;Salvation is here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581709-180867087620794905?l=upperkarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/feeds/180867087620794905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581709&amp;postID=180867087620794905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/180867087620794905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/180867087620794905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/2006/11/theres-no-other-way-to-go-but-up.html' title='There&apos;s no other way to go but UP!'/><author><name>upperkarla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117516657236998310</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-36581709.post-4108274464632479347</id><published>2006-11-19T21:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:39:00.177+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I like it like that! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4429/4465/1600/114028/Angelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4429/4465/400/638773/Angelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 November 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Angelo was going drama king on me, about me not hanging out with him for 2 1/2 years and neglecting him daw, he demanded that I spend the whole day with him. And so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we met up at Megamall in Powerbooks. I would have to say he really looks good. It made me wonder why nothing happened between us before. Hahaha! Actually, it was kind of sweet when he admitted to me na ever since we became friends, he liked me but then he was too scared to do anything that could affect our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had lunch at Mannang. We had tofu sisig, sinigang, garlic kangkong and barbeque. We were so full. Hehehe! After lunch, we had coffee and yo at Starbucks as we waited for the showing of Casino Royale. One thing I enjoyed doing with Angelo, even before, was hanging out. I forgot how we could talk about almost everything, how we'd argue about stuff just to get our way, how we'd agree eventually (but of course, he'd agree on what I said). Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watch Casino Royale. Best Bond movie after Sean Connery! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching Casino Royale, we went to Dencio's naman and talked, ate and drank. Saya, had fun talaga. I missed Angelo. Angelo = great conversation, intellectual, cultured, eloquent and hot. I like it like that! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the date, I met up with Lora and Patrick at Tia Maria's. We went to Blufinn with Rex and Sig then to Patrick's house. Hang out hang out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581709-4108274464632479347?l=upperkarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/feeds/4108274464632479347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581709&amp;postID=4108274464632479347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/4108274464632479347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/4108274464632479347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-like-it-like-that.html' title='I like it like that! =)'/><author><name>upperkarla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117516657236998310</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-36581709.post-1185826050559051305</id><published>2006-11-17T11:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T12:32:38.569+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel sorry for you, your girlfriend looks like a man =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4429/4465/1600/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4429/4465/400/Image001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith got promoted to Research Exec so we celebrated at Tibus. We meaning me, Faith (of course!), Kath, Pops, RR and Glen. Congratulations to Faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home early but then Tanya texted me. We went to Tia Maria's and stayed until 130 (me thinks). Dumaan lang si Margie Wargie, Mario and Pepe because buntis is making sleepy gestures. Saw Lora din, nakita daw niya si Greg and the girl-slash-boyfriend. Then she introduced us to her friends who later on stayed with us and invited us to Ortigas Friday night. In fairness, cute si Patrick and Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm excited because finally I get to hang out with Angelo. It's been years. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic namin ni Giane sa Tibus when we celebrated my 1.5 years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581709-1185826050559051305?l=upperkarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/feeds/1185826050559051305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581709&amp;postID=1185826050559051305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/1185826050559051305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/1185826050559051305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-feel-sorry-for-you-your-girlfriend.html' title='I feel sorry for you, your girlfriend looks like a man =)'/><author><name>upperkarla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117516657236998310</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-36581709.post-6745865412035501171</id><published>2006-11-14T12:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:57:15.653+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Schmonday</title><content type='html'>Was about to step inside the elevator when the lights went out. Nagwork naman yung generator although pang elevator lang so hindi rin kami makapagtrabaho kaya pinauwi na lang kami. Yey! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Megamall with officemates (Anj, Faith, Peewee, Chuva, RR, Issa, Ces and Jay then sumunod si Julien) for lunch tapos nag-timezone kami. Linaro namin yung trivia na game, ang saya! Hehehe! Tapos nagbasketball din kami, galing ni Jay. Hehehe! After that, umalis na yung iba so natira na lang kami ni Anj, Faith and Issa. Tumambay sa Powerbooks tapos nagwindowshopping. First time nakapasok ng Girbaud and Guess si Anj! Hahaha! Tapos ayun since wala na kaming magawa, we decided to go home na rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Warung Warung afterwards to hang out with Glads. We decided to hang out at Sweet Inspirations to drink. Aircon e. Hehehe! Then RR texted sabi sunod daw siya kasi apparently he chickened out on his date kasi may chaperone daw. So Glads went to Warung muna, tas sinamahan ako ni Bets sa Starbucks. Saw Chuck and Ria, papunta silang Cantina. So yun, hinatid muna kami ni Bets sa Warung, kumain si RR don tapos hinatid na kami ni Glads sa Cantina because text mate Chuck was waiting for us. Apparently Chuck and RR are friends, so small world. Hehehe! Pinag-usapan lang nila Numbalik Diwa. Syempre, can't relate. Tas umuwi na rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang haba ng araw ko pero masaya kasi walang trabaho. Hehehe! I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581709-6745865412035501171?l=upperkarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/feeds/6745865412035501171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581709&amp;postID=6745865412035501171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/6745865412035501171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/6745865412035501171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/2006/11/monday-schmonday.html' title='Monday Schmonday'/><author><name>upperkarla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117516657236998310</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-36581709.post-116303452501165967</id><published>2006-11-09T10:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:01:16.073+09:00</updated><title type='text'>PAIN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Pain. You just have to ride it out. Hope it goes away on its own. Hope that the wound that caused it heals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are no solutions. No easy answers. You just breathe deep and wait for it to subside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most of the time pain can be managed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But sometimes the pain gets you when you least expect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's always below the belt and doesn't let up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pain. You just have to fight through because the truth is you can't outrun it. And life always make more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-- Meredith (Grey's Anatomy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581709-116303452501165967?l=upperkarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/feeds/116303452501165967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581709&amp;postID=116303452501165967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/116303452501165967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/116303452501165967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/2006/11/pain.html' title='PAIN.'/><author><name>upperkarla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117516657236998310</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-36581709.post-116281148511567894</id><published>2006-11-06T20:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:01:15.908+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Baguio trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/1600/Karla_and_jet.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/320/Karla_and_jet.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/1600/Hehehd.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/320/Hehehd.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na-postpone na naman ang date ko with Erick. Hehehe! Parang lagi na lang ganon, siguro sign na yun. Ika nga ni RR, divine intervention. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginising ako ng mga tita ko at sinabi nilang sama ako ng Baguio. Ang tagal ko na rin hindi nag-Baguio e kaya game! Stayed at the Jesuit Villas, sa tuktok ng Grotto. Ang ganda! Drinking drinking. Got sloshed. Smile. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast then went to the cemetery then to mass. Whoa nagsimba ako ulit. Had lunch at Giligan's. In Fairness, cute ang waiter, kamukha niya si Piolo Pascual. Akala ko dati ang pangit pangit ni Piolo, hindi pala! Hehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581709-116281148511567894?l=upperkarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/feeds/116281148511567894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581709&amp;postID=116281148511567894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/116281148511567894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/116281148511567894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/2006/11/baguio-trip.html' title='Baguio trip'/><author><name>upperkarla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117516657236998310</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-36581709.post-116255538804616341</id><published>2006-11-03T20:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:01:15.726+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Isa paaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/1600/DSC00638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/320/DSC00635.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cont..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581709-116255538804616341?l=upperkarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/feeds/116255538804616341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581709&amp;postID=116255538804616341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/116255538804616341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/116255538804616341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/2006/11/isa-paaa.html' title='Isa paaa!'/><author><name>upperkarla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117516657236998310</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-36581709.post-116255517194190019</id><published>2006-11-03T20:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:01:15.584+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1.5 years of crap celebration =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/1600/DSC00641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/320/DSC00641.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/1600/DSC00637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/320/DSC00637.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/1600/DSC00644.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/320/DSC00644.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/1600/DSC00647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/320/DSC00647.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/1600/DSC00642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/320/DSC00642.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tibus. Celebrate! Woohhooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581709-116255517194190019?l=upperkarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/feeds/116255517194190019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581709&amp;postID=116255517194190019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/116255517194190019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/116255517194190019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-15-years-of-crap-celebration.html' title='My 1.5 years of crap celebration =)'/><author><name>upperkarla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117516657236998310</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-36581709.post-116242909287394982</id><published>2006-11-02T09:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:01:15.218+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumplings!</title><content type='html'>Medyo late na natapos sa work. Went to St. Francis Square last Tuesday with Kath and Anj. Saw Ces with Glen at the tiangge area. Hehehe! Huli! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Megastrip for dumplings at Hap Chang. Yummy! Shrimp dumplings!  Sumunod si Issa, Chuva and RR. After that, we drank at Dencio's. 4 for 100 yung beer. Then went home. Talked to Erick for awhile. I miss talking to him, sobrang funny mga hirit niya. He calls me "taba". Oh well, totoo naman. Hehehe, I call him Arabyano naman. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water proof *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninang, Tita Noc, Tito Lawrence, Jet and Tyrone went to our house. Ang cute ni baby Ty! I luuurrvvvee him so much. Baby baby! Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, excited na ako mag-Saturday. I have a lunch date with Erick. Hehehe! I'm back in the game sistah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581709-116242909287394982?l=upperkarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/feeds/116242909287394982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581709&amp;postID=116242909287394982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/116242909287394982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/116242909287394982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/2006/11/dumplings.html' title='Dumplings!'/><author><name>upperkarla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117516657236998310</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-36581709.post-116217503257292543</id><published>2006-10-30T11:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:01:15.066+09:00</updated><title type='text'>More of the Infanta, Quezon Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/1600/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/400/collage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE THE BEACH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Island in the Sun&lt;br /&gt;(Weezer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When you're on a holiday&lt;br /&gt;You can't find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;All the things that come to you&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna feel it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an island in the sun&lt;br /&gt;We'll be playing and having fun&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me feel so fine&lt;br /&gt;I can't control my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hip hip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're on a golden sea&lt;br /&gt;You don't need no memory&lt;br /&gt;Just a place to call your own&lt;br /&gt;As we drift into the zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an island in the sun&lt;br /&gt;We'll be playing and having fun&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me feel fine&lt;br /&gt;I can't control my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll run away together&lt;br /&gt;We'll spend some time forever&lt;br /&gt;We'll never feel bad anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hip hip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an island in the sun&lt;br /&gt;We'll be playing and having fun&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me feel fine&lt;br /&gt;I can't control my brain...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581709-116217503257292543?l=upperkarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/feeds/116217503257292543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581709&amp;postID=116217503257292543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/116217503257292543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/116217503257292543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/2006/10/more-of-infanta-quezon-pics.html' title='More of the Infanta, Quezon Pics'/><author><name>upperkarla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117516657236998310</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-36581709.post-116193650236734672</id><published>2006-10-27T17:00:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:01:14.923+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I want A Series of Unfortunate Events!!!</title><content type='html'>Read this one on CNN. They interviewed Daniel Handler a.k.a. Lemony Snicket about the last book of the series. They quoted the first lines of the book (The End)... I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"If you have ever peeled an onion, then you know that the first thin papery layer reveals another thin, papery layer, and that layer reveals another, and another, and before you know it you have hundreds of layers all over the kitchen table and thousands of tears in your eyes, sorry that you ever started peeling in the first place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581709-116193650236734672?l=upperkarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/feeds/116193650236734672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581709&amp;postID=116193650236734672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/116193650236734672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/116193650236734672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-want-series-of-unfortunate-events_27.html' title='I want A Series of Unfortunate Events!!!'/><author><name>upperkarla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117516657236998310</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-36581709.post-116186213012343438</id><published>2006-10-26T20:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:01:14.646+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/1600/piktyur-01621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/320/piktyur-01621.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My officemates ulit. Since I started working and...&lt;br /&gt;they've become more than that. I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LUURVVE MY FRIENDS! *hearting them*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana makuha ko ulit yung pics kong iba na kasama ko yung high school barkada, benchmates, block barkada, basta friends. Wala lang, napapangiti ako. Hehe, cheesy I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581709-116186213012343438?l=upperkarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/feeds/116186213012343438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581709&amp;postID=116186213012343438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/116186213012343438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/116186213012343438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/2006/10/friends-friends.html' title='Friends friends'/><author><name>upperkarla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117516657236998310</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-36581709.post-116183394634974192</id><published>2006-10-26T12:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:01:14.506+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan tradition</title><content type='html'>Went to the Ramadan thing last Monday at Tanya's place with my officemates. Was kinda nervous about the turn out kasi initially puro mga high school friends ni Sel. Tapos yun, so I tried hard to make my officemates comfortable. Nakakatawa 'tong si Chuva, she asked me kung may mga kaibigan daw ba akong mahirap. Hehehe! Feeling ko yun yung palaging reaction ng mga taong sinasama ko sa bahay ni Tanya. Pang-MTV cribs itesh. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ayun puro laugh trip. Good thing Candy went din kaya lang corny, she's been drinking na ng mga 4 in the afternoon  so pag dating niya don lasheeeng na siya!  Hahaha! Si Glen naman, I kinda expected na magugustuhan niya si Cands. He asked for her number yesterday, sabi ko ayaw ko nga! Hahaha! Baka i-try niya lang yung experiments niya with Candy.. Then again, as if naman papasa kay Candy diba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, asar-talo ako kay Chuva and RR. Basta up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane! And god, the net stockings! Short and flabby legs + net stockings = bagay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, last night naman went to Tibus with Kath, Chuva and RR. Lagi ko na lang silang kasama, but who's complaining? Wala diba! Fun times fun times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581709-116183394634974192?l=upperkarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/feeds/116183394634974192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581709&amp;postID=116183394634974192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/116183394634974192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/116183394634974192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/2006/10/ramadan-tradition.html' title='Ramadan tradition'/><author><name>upperkarla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117516657236998310</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-36581709.post-116176858578985526</id><published>2006-10-25T18:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:01:14.356+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss the beach</title><content type='html'>Ok I love the beach. Nakakamiss talaga. Buti na lang talaga sumama ako sa officemates ko. Had fun talaga with them. Lots of Lambanog. Videoke. Food. Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/1600/Memory%20Card%20658-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7048/4089/320/Memory%20Card%20658-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kath, Issa, Chuva, Moi, Anj and Ces&lt;br /&gt;Infanta, Quezon&lt;br /&gt;October 14-15 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sobrang buti na lang sumama ako. Pucha, anong hindi pa ready?! Beach yan no! Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok pero I can't say na never been better. Eventually I will be. I know so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36581709-116176858578985526?l=upperkarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/feeds/116176858578985526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36581709&amp;postID=116176858578985526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/116176858578985526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36581709/posts/default/116176858578985526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upperkarla.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-miss-beach.html' title='I miss the beach'/><author><name>upperkarla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03117516657236998310</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>
