Fault Management On Forthcoming
Dear Joel, this ruling applies to your question, is the clearest I found the reason for the publication on the blog answers to the many queries received from your condo in the same sense, we are attentive to your case. Administration
ownership - 24/11/04 - Rol No. 3629-03
Santiago, 24 November, two thousand four. VIEW: 4054-95 role in these proceedings of the 12th Civil Court of Santiago, caratulas Ramírez Aliaga, Jorge Island in Pearl Black Community, by decision of 30 June of 1998, the judge of that court rejected the claim whereby it requested the annulment of the charter of the defendant. Appealed this resolution by the actor, a Chamber of the Court of Appeals in this city, June 19 ruling of last year, confirmed without amendment. Against this last statement, the applicant concluded an appeal in the background. Cars were brought into relation. WHEREAS: FIRST: That the appellant argues that the failure of the second degree, in upholding the trial and rejected the demand, made a first error of law by violating Article 1683 Civil Code. In fact, he adds, has refused to place the requested annulment of the statutes of the sentence the defendant claiming that his party has no interest in it, in circumstances under those instruments Establishing the obligation to pay arbitrary 5 UF for the simple fact of being part of the community, in addition to setting regular and special assessments. Clearly, then, continues the appellant, has the financial interest statement that he is missing, to request the annulment of the act mentioned. A second strand of appeal the appellant does involve a breach of Articles 2304 and 2081 Civil Code, since they have been allowed to persist statutes given by some of the villagers, in circumstances that administrative acts should undivided property taken by mutual agreement by all members of the community. Finally, the sentence is wrong in concept the appellant to violate Article 1304 Civil Code, since if the community has eighty-eight commoners, it was necessary that all of them from going to hold the event as invalid implore and, unable to decide in this way has been committed error of law is discussed. SECOND: That for the proper understanding of the resource under study should be noted the process the following circumstances: a) by deed of April 28, 1982, before notary public of this city, Baros Mario González, eighty-eight people bought natural Lucila lords, and Virginia Guardian Angel Victoria, all surnamed Diaz San Martin, a farm in the town of Punta de Tralca Island Black community of The Quisco. This building is registered on behalf of buyers fs. 364 N º 473 of the Land Registry in 1983 of the Real Estate Casablanca; b) forty-six of the guests passed a certain statutes of what they called Community La Perla de Isla Negra, which, according to the defendants entered into force on 5 February 1993; c) Mr. Jorge Aliaga Ramirez, the plaintiff in these proceedings, bought the rights in real estate that had Mr. Enrique Fernando Molinari Antonio Correa Sepúlveda Alejandro Poblete, two of the original communal eighty-eight buyers of the property in Tralca tip, purchases were made by deeds of 13 December 1994 and December 22, 1994, respectively, and d) the applicant, commoner in the property designated above demand in this process concluded, contrary to the community of La Perla de Isla Negra, supposedly represented by one of the community. THIRD: That the rights of the competence of a fellow named person, that is, precisely, a being capable of having rights and obligations. People are, as subjects of law and is classified as either natural or legal persons, the first defined in Article 55 and the second in article 545, both the Civil Code. The parties to a civil trial must necessarily be subject to rights, Debens natural or legal persons. FOURTH: That if two or more subjects have dominion over all of the same object, they form what is called a doctrine undivided co-ownership or community property undivided, a situation that our Civil Code devotes a special chapter about the quasi (2304 items to 2313). A community of this sort is not a legal entity and therefore is not subject to law. Thus, if one of the community-such as the applicant, wishes to operate against the other joint holders or against some of them, it is precisely these that should direct its action, the more you can not deduct his lawsuit against Community of Isla Negra La Perla, it does not have an entity and is not be summoned as a defendant. Then a villager who says that demand for the community to which he belongs, not to mention such treatment of the action to the community members who carried out the act or the act held flawed, is an impropriety. Was necessary, therefore, direct action against individuals who co-owners, in respect of the applicant, have entered into or executed the act the invalid claims. FIFTH: That in this way, even when the contested decision contains errors of law actually reporting the appellant, such errors, if any, would not affect the device of the sentence, since demand also had to be dismissed for having deducted against of a community that is not a legal person and can not be standing passively. SIXTH: That, well, even if it is true that acts of directors of a co-ownership must be decided unanimously by the villagers and can not pretend that there are laws governing one undivided if the act did not go to his will all the co-owners, the appeal in the background subtracted, for the reason mentioned above, must be rejected. And see also the provisions in Articles 766 and 767 of the Code of Civil Procedure, rejected the appeal on the merits fs deduced. 344 by Don Jorge Aliaga Ramirez against the sentence of nineteen June, two thousand three, written fs. 343. Writing by the Minister Mr. Hernán Álvarez García. Sign up and be refunded. No. 3629-03. Statement by the First Chamber of the Supreme Court, the Ministers Hernán Álvarez G., Eleodoro S. Ortíz, Enrique Tapia W., and Jorge Rodríguez A. and Advocate Mr. Manuel Daniel A. Integrative A member does not sign the Advocate Mr. Daniel, despite having attended the appeal hearing and resolution of failure, absent. Approved by the Acting Secretary Cornejo Marcela Urrutia.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Qualities Of A Good Psych Nurse
Who does not hate Sartre? Story
Céline Sarte said:
"Maybe Celine is the only one that remains of us all"
In occupied France, 1948, Céline receives in his country house the annoying hypocrite visit Sartre, ugly around him like a marshmallow and foolish as a young man slippers. The speculative that Céline Sartre asked to use its influence in the National Socialist Party to intercede for him to allow him to publish his work. Céline responds with annoyance to this prerogative, in fact, has no upward on party and in any case can only be shared with the Fuhrer-Semitism. Ultimately sent to ask for favors elsewhere, ie, fuck. Once released
France, Céline falls into the misfortune of ostracism and rejection, Sartre takes the stigma they have been subjected to shout Ferdinang unfortunate since his famous newspaper "Les temps modernes" that: "If you could sustain Céline socialist view of the Nazis is because he was paid "(" Portrait of an anti-Semite "1945).
Céline repond:
"Do not read much, I have no time. Too many years lost in nonsense and in prison! But I pressed, I pray, annoy me. It is imperative that you read, it seems, a kind of article, Portrait of an anti-Semite Jean-Baptiste Sartre (Les Temps Modernes, December 1945). I walk the long task, I glance, is neither good nor bad, it's nothing, pastiche ... "A-la-way-of" ... That Dwarf l'J.-BS read Etourdi, Tulipes l'Amateur, etc. Was charmed, of course, leaves no more ... Always J.-school this BS! always with the pastiches, "A-la-way-to" ... also in the manner of Celine ... and many others ... "Whores", etc. "Replacement heads" ... "Maia" ... Nothing serious, indeed. Drag your ass a lot of those "A-la-way-of" ... What I can do? Sweltering, unforgiving, wimp, traitors, semisanguijuelas, semitenias not doing me any honor, never talk about them, that's all. Progeny of darkness. Decency! Oh! I would not wish any harm to the dwarf-BS J. Their fate is already quite cruel! Since this is a task I would have gladly given twenty-seven would not have spoken more about it ... But on page 462 the soretito baffles me! Ah! The bloody carcass rotting What dares to write? "
(...)
"J.-B. S obviously speaking of himself when he writes on page 451:" This man fears any kind of loneliness, both of genius as the murderer. "Let us understand what you mean ... Based on the faith of J.-B. S weekly but is not seen as a genius. For my part, and based on their own texts, I am forced to see J.-B. S as a murderer, and even better, like a damn pimp , a disgusting, filthy, filthy snitch, a cane with glasses. As I start to pack! not for my age, or the state where I am ... I was disgusted to conclude there ... ready ... and ponder ... Murderer cool? There are cases ... After all ... Is it perhaps the case of Sartre? Murderer is, would be, let us understand, but what's great? "The poop is on my ass is cool? "Hum? ... Let's see ... yeah, right, that can soar to hatch ... ... but J.-B. S? "The eyes of the fetus? Are those narrow shoulders? Is that busardita? Had, insurance, human had located where they know ... and philosopher! ... "
Who does not hate Sartre? When you do not feel when they see his picture, and basic human emotion of disgust, I give five minutes of my own time to insult here. Come bastards.
Sartre, you're a knitting alepantada a comeculos andover, a doodle wrong, a picture still, a frog without legs seized. Neither in philosophy you have in mind. Are the most zero (and left were) given to us mankind. You are the Lord of Bovuoir, you skirt that uncovered the knee, are a being that is not even. Fuck you all the times you can .... and have always been in the dying.
In occupied France, 1948, Céline receives in his country house the annoying hypocrite visit Sartre, ugly around him like a marshmallow and foolish as a young man slippers. The speculative that Céline Sartre asked to use its influence in the National Socialist Party to intercede for him to allow him to publish his work. Céline responds with annoyance to this prerogative, in fact, has no upward on party and in any case can only be shared with the Fuhrer-Semitism. Ultimately sent to ask for favors elsewhere, ie, fuck. Once released
France, Céline falls into the misfortune of ostracism and rejection, Sartre takes the stigma they have been subjected to shout Ferdinang unfortunate since his famous newspaper "Les temps modernes" that: "If you could sustain Céline socialist view of the Nazis is because he was paid "(" Portrait of an anti-Semite "1945).
Céline repond:
"Do not read much, I have no time. Too many years lost in nonsense and in prison! But I pressed, I pray, annoy me. It is imperative that you read, it seems, a kind of article, Portrait of an anti-Semite Jean-Baptiste Sartre (Les Temps Modernes, December 1945). I walk the long task, I glance, is neither good nor bad, it's nothing, pastiche ... "A-la-way-of" ... That Dwarf l'J.-BS read Etourdi, Tulipes l'Amateur, etc. Was charmed, of course, leaves no more ... Always J.-school this BS! always with the pastiches, "A-la-way-to" ... also in the manner of Celine ... and many others ... "Whores", etc. "Replacement heads" ... "Maia" ... Nothing serious, indeed. Drag your ass a lot of those "A-la-way-of" ... What I can do? Sweltering, unforgiving, wimp, traitors, semisanguijuelas, semitenias not doing me any honor, never talk about them, that's all. Progeny of darkness. Decency! Oh! I would not wish any harm to the dwarf-BS J. Their fate is already quite cruel! Since this is a task I would have gladly given twenty-seven would not have spoken more about it ... But on page 462 the soretito baffles me! Ah! The bloody carcass rotting What dares to write? "
(...)
"J.-B. S obviously speaking of himself when he writes on page 451:" This man fears any kind of loneliness, both of genius as the murderer. "Let us understand what you mean ... Based on the faith of J.-B. S weekly but is not seen as a genius. For my part, and based on their own texts, I am forced to see J.-B. S as a murderer, and even better, like a damn pimp , a disgusting, filthy, filthy snitch, a cane with glasses. As I start to pack! not for my age, or the state where I am ... I was disgusted to conclude there ... ready ... and ponder ... Murderer cool? There are cases ... After all ... Is it perhaps the case of Sartre? Murderer is, would be, let us understand, but what's great? "The poop is on my ass is cool? "Hum? ... Let's see ... yeah, right, that can soar to hatch ... ... but J.-B. S? "The eyes of the fetus? Are those narrow shoulders? Is that busardita? Had, insurance, human had located where they know ... and philosopher! ... "
Who does not hate Sartre? When you do not feel when they see his picture, and basic human emotion of disgust, I give five minutes of my own time to insult here. Come bastards.
Sartre, you're a knitting alepantada a comeculos andover, a doodle wrong, a picture still, a frog without legs seized. Neither in philosophy you have in mind. Are the most zero (and left were) given to us mankind. You are the Lord of Bovuoir, you skirt that uncovered the knee, are a being that is not even. Fuck you all the times you can .... and have always been in the dying.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Enviro Duster Refillable
antierotic
The mirror maze amusement park Montjuic always disappointing: a few mirrors, poorly placed and full of fingerprints. So, you do not get to experience the sensations picnólecticas as announced in this attraction twilight ... But, dammit! with this, that sneaky dwarf managed to multiply his image in their thousands and, unable to discern that I speculate portrait rained all locally termed the shit that I could not fend off his attack.
microcephalic dwarf I met him much earlier. Was part of a bizarre carnival he had recruited one of my excursions into the eerie Raval. Namely: a Percheron circus, a fakir called 'stomach', the already known microcephalic dwarf with genital elephantiasis, and a honeycomb. When she opened the door and saw me in the company of so singular entourage knew instantly that her secret pleas to introduce innovations in their intimate relationships had been answered.
Everything had been guilty of coffee. At first I was annoyed to accompany me for coffee. I hate to enter into any relations with coworkers. He also felt that my half hour break was disturbed sacred by their inane conversations and accusations continued to come from her boyfriend ... But, ah, my friend .. . When he gave for taking me as a confidant of his intimacies of things changed. His confessions moved my fucking mind follamenes burnished milk.
One day I said
What about you? How do you like you suck cock?
precipitating That question everything I say I ran about coffee, then cut. It was the unexpectedness of the question itself that justified my desire to climb a jump on the table and publicly masturbating like a maniac to scatter in his mouth, was it to use the words suck and dick together in the same sentence. The that spontaneous swearing in it, usually candid in his timidity, was what cracked my guts meningeal. The use of those words was a clear provocation from my daily coffee which became my dream and my cross.
My desire for her grew and grew. Unable to satisfy my natural desire in its timing, this is right when it arises, the nature of it was degraded. My initial desire to have her naked before me, to contemplate and admire her body, licking their auras and sucking her nipples, who knows if that also sucked in and bite-weaned infant, kissing her wet sex and phallic drive in my tornillete sacrosanct Venus cave .... was turning into sordid filth of my mind could not escape. The desire became lewd content greed.
no longer enough to see me naked so many times he had stripped my imagination no longer delight in her ass if it was decorated with a tulip conveniently placed on the eye itself. Also, the image of my cock very hard, upright as the tower of a ship, frantically in and out of her pussy, open like the petals of roses and dripping by the tide of his desire was not enough and needed more flow more cock. He needed a swarm of wasps stung my penis and make the cock dick. I needed a quick tongue percheron open the oyster and gave me the pearl, which the dwarf, the fakir percheron and agree the advent of their orgasms to add my semen and sperm overflowing liquid and the esophagus and heart of sorrow .
all happened as planned, except for unexpected snatched from her moans, which are outlined as an eel while the troupe got it all, less fear. It happens that in the heat of any hole is trench warfare, and I decided to take the dwarf behind was not over. Little did he imagine the most worthy promises that the dwarf had made to his dying mother to maintain the purity of his rising. I to run out of that house and hid in a labyrinth of mirrors to prevent retaliatory attacks of their monstrous elephantine cimbrel, but not before one last time to revel in the sight of her lying face down, naked, tired and picky, fragile, given to me with a bouquet of tulips in the bul and a sonata coñajidas rattling and contractions. Perhaps it was imagination but I seem to hear booted by Leonard Cohen and leave singing this:
me you won, you won me, my lord.
all hate to Habermas
microcephalic dwarf I met him much earlier. Was part of a bizarre carnival he had recruited one of my excursions into the eerie Raval. Namely: a Percheron circus, a fakir called 'stomach', the already known microcephalic dwarf with genital elephantiasis, and a honeycomb. When she opened the door and saw me in the company of so singular entourage knew instantly that her secret pleas to introduce innovations in their intimate relationships had been answered.
Everything had been guilty of coffee. At first I was annoyed to accompany me for coffee. I hate to enter into any relations with coworkers. He also felt that my half hour break was disturbed sacred by their inane conversations and accusations continued to come from her boyfriend ... But, ah, my friend .. . When he gave for taking me as a confidant of his intimacies of things changed. His confessions moved my fucking mind follamenes burnished milk.
One day I said
What about you? How do you like you suck cock?
precipitating That question everything I say I ran about coffee, then cut. It was the unexpectedness of the question itself that justified my desire to climb a jump on the table and publicly masturbating like a maniac to scatter in his mouth, was it to use the words suck and dick together in the same sentence. The that spontaneous swearing in it, usually candid in his timidity, was what cracked my guts meningeal. The use of those words was a clear provocation from my daily coffee which became my dream and my cross.
My desire for her grew and grew. Unable to satisfy my natural desire in its timing, this is right when it arises, the nature of it was degraded. My initial desire to have her naked before me, to contemplate and admire her body, licking their auras and sucking her nipples, who knows if that also sucked in and bite-weaned infant, kissing her wet sex and phallic drive in my tornillete sacrosanct Venus cave .... was turning into sordid filth of my mind could not escape. The desire became lewd content greed.
no longer enough to see me naked so many times he had stripped my imagination no longer delight in her ass if it was decorated with a tulip conveniently placed on the eye itself. Also, the image of my cock very hard, upright as the tower of a ship, frantically in and out of her pussy, open like the petals of roses and dripping by the tide of his desire was not enough and needed more flow more cock. He needed a swarm of wasps stung my penis and make the cock dick. I needed a quick tongue percheron open the oyster and gave me the pearl, which the dwarf, the fakir percheron and agree the advent of their orgasms to add my semen and sperm overflowing liquid and the esophagus and heart of sorrow .
all happened as planned, except for unexpected snatched from her moans, which are outlined as an eel while the troupe got it all, less fear. It happens that in the heat of any hole is trench warfare, and I decided to take the dwarf behind was not over. Little did he imagine the most worthy promises that the dwarf had made to his dying mother to maintain the purity of his rising. I to run out of that house and hid in a labyrinth of mirrors to prevent retaliatory attacks of their monstrous elephantine cimbrel, but not before one last time to revel in the sight of her lying face down, naked, tired and picky, fragile, given to me with a bouquet of tulips in the bul and a sonata coñajidas rattling and contractions. Perhaps it was imagination but I seem to hear booted by Leonard Cohen and leave singing this:
me you won, you won me, my lord.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
She Loves To Play Piano In French
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