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My friend got her t68i frm semicon in podium last wednesday.they mite have stocks there kasi bago
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Posted: 2002-05-20 07:06:00
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ferrarista44 Posts: > 500
@gowin
maraming salamat!
haha! 100 sonnets kasi, seemed hopeless to read all hundred of em looking for a line i know.
thanks!
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@arnoldc i saw a lot of t68is sa cabinets ng semicon mega the other day.. tried one out kse ehehe
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Posted: 2002-05-20 07:10:00
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@g0win ... that is the 17th sonnet.
@ferr ... pasalamat ka ke yaya luring ehehehe... eto po pati yung sonnet 66 and 73 (personal favorite ko)
XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
LXVI
I do not love you - except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
from waiting to not waiting for you
my heart moves from the cold into
the fire. I love you only because it's you
I love; I hate you no end, and hating you
bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
is that I do not see you but love you
blindly. Maybe the January light will consume
my heart with its cruel
ray, stealing my key to true
calm. In this part of the story I am the one who
dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.
LXXIII
Maybe you'll remember that razor-faced man
who slipped out from the dark like a blade
and - before we realized - knew what was there:
he saw the smoke and concluded fire.
The pallid woman with black hair
rose like a fish from the abyss,
and the two of them built up a contraption,
armed to the teeth, against love.
Man and woman, they felled mountains and gardens,
then went down to the river, they scaled the walls,
they hoisted their atrocious artillery up the hill.
Then love knew it was called love.
And when I lifted my eyes to your name,
suddenly your heart showed me my way.
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Posted: 2002-05-20 07:14:00
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@jwblue, thanks for the info. am going to ericsson in 30 minutes, and depending on what will happen, i might drop by podium and grab one while it lasts.
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Posted: 2002-05-20 07:15:00
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@pogie
hmm ... it is sonnet 17. Binasa ko pa ulit post ko, 17 pa rin naman
I dunno who g0win is, am sure s/he's not GOwin
mukhang may mga in love dito ah, swerte nyo
hehehe
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Posted: 2002-05-20 07:22:00
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@bowzing arnoldc.. favor..can you please inquire na rin sa ericsson if they will upgrade the mca10 communicam to mca10-VIEW?
thanks very much
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Posted: 2002-05-20 07:26:00
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Weird, cant open pages 89 n 94
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Posted: 2002-05-20 07:40:00
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poetry na ba tayo ngayon? hehe... baka maclose thread natin nyan
Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.
And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
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Posted: 2002-05-20 07:44:00
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@hp: bayad muna :-o @fxy: so we have a new lady poster to join the few?
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