Shiro

a question to the membership with legal backgrounds:

- does an admission of guilt (verbal) constitute as evidence of adultery?

- when is adultery conclusively proven?

- can text messages be submitted as evidence?

- can the criminal charge of adultery be used as evidence to sue for exclusive custody of your child?

Home PC: Pentium III notebook. wallpaper: vidcap from "Finding Nemo"

In the office: I never know. That's what happens when you work in a call centre.

hmmm.... look at all of your carbohydrate-packed breakfasts....na-iingit ako.

me?

an egg

3 pieces of vienna sausage

a saucer of dilis

and black coffee

as per doctor's orders.... no carbs for me.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Escribir, por ejemplo : 'La noche está estrellada,

y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos'.

El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.

En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.

La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.

Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.

Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.

Oir la noche immensa, más inmensa sin ella.

Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.

Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.

La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.

Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.

Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.

Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.

La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos arboles.

Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto pero cuánto la quise.

Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.

De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.

Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.

Es tan corto al amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,

mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Aunque ésta sea el último dolor que ella me causa,

y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

Pablo Neruda

I don't know... there are mornings after a lonely night when I wake up like this... the poem is right... mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido... my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her...

These lines that I have borrowed though... hopefully turn out different... i do not want this to be the last lines that I write for her... I want to be able to pick up the pen and write again... if only fate would let me....

damn migraine....

PC:

Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic

Warcraft III

Icewind Dale

PS:

FF VII - IX (haven't finished X yet...ala pang PS2 )

chrono cross

FF Tactics

Please excuse this totally ignorant sounding query but:

How do you apply for a loan with the SSS? Been working for 7 years now and I still haven't loaned off my contributions.

Does anyone know if there is a Muay Thai school/instructor here?

And maybe someone I can learn arnis from... I only got to the basic drills eh.

Bro... There is a Manila Kendo Club... i think you can search for their yahoo group. I'm not so sure of their style... but I think it's Shinkage-ryu.

Want to get into the sport...pero mahal equipment.

If you forget me

I want you to know

one thing.

You know how this is:

if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists:

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly you forget me, do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners that passes through my life,

and you decide to leave me at the shore

of the heart where I have roots,

remember

that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.

But if each day, each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.

- Pablo Neruda

- tao lang po... just had to get this out.