#Erenos

[tangerangraya]

Pemkot ! Pengguna Jalan Mengeluh Nih, Ruas Jalan Sekolah Erenos Tangsel Kerap Terjadi Kemacetan Saat Antar Jemput Siswa

Pemkot ! Pengguna Jalan Mengeluh Nih, Ruas Jalan Sekolah Erenos Tangsel Kerap Terjadi Kemacetan Saat Antar Jemput Siswa

TANGERANGRAYA.NET, Tangerang Selatan – Salah satu pengguna pengendara bermotor bernama Adi (28) mengeluhkan area Jl. Palapa, Serua, Kec. Ciputat, Kota Tangerang Selatan, kerap terjadi kemacetan yang disebabkan ada antar jemput peserta murid dari sekolah Erenos. Adi menilai ruas Jl. Palapa sangat begitu sempit dengan adanya antar-jemput pada pagi hari dan siang hari dari sekolah Erenos akhirnya…

[ockishi]

Here you go Mikkel there's room for Elly too :3

" Yyyaaaaaaaaaaaaayy! "

" Hey! What! Don't drag me in here! "

[tales-from-nocturnaliss]

“Soba!” Triku’s voice called. “You’ll bunk with Ereno Ario.”

     A breath caught in Ario’s throat. “NO!” He shrieked out, immediately slapping his hands onto his mouth. They hadn’t heard him… had they? Had they!?

     Swallowing raspy dryness, Ario tensed up and approached the door. He brushed his hands along its surface, to lean in close to the crack he had left and to listen in on the outside conversation. Or, rather, on the outside silence. Lip trembling, Ario leaned in just a little closer – and shrieked away when the door creaked almost closed. Outside, he heard a noise now; a loud, snorting chuckle, which, to his dismay, turned to Triku’s voice. “Well,” he said, loudly – surely on-purpose loudly, “good luck with this one, mate. You’re going to need it.”

     That comment can’t have been meant for him. Or was it? It didn’t sound like it—

     But what about me!? Ario almost blurted out; at least, he hoped he hadn’t spoken out loud. A horrible image formed in his mind now: bunking with the wrongly excited Alweira for months – however long this trip would take – and experiencing those feelings again, those horribly wrong feelings, every day and every night and every moment in between… A living nightmare. Without a doubt, that sick Alweira must have prayed to that Azor of his and asked it to curse him next, and that cruel god had of course granted his request and offered Ario up as sacrifice.

     And now I’m starting to sink into his paranoia, Ario thought, hands kneading his eyes. His hand moved up his forehead, and he winced at the sudden onset of pain, immediately jerking his fingers away. As though hitting his head on day one of his trip wasn’t enough, as though incomprehensibly wetting himself in front of a magnificent woman wasn’t enough, as though being scared half to death by everyone on this ship wasn’t enough… Now, he was granted the immense non-pleasure of spending every still-coming day of this nightmare with a man whom, he was sure, wouldn’t think twice about murdering him in his sleep.

... and the rest can be read on the website :3

[diwangpalaboy]

DS 123 Bantula group quiz for Tuesday (coverage: food, society and culture)

RED - Armada, Bahena, Bayson WHITE - Bernardo, Betco, Bugarso GREEN - Castillo, Coronel, Cruz BLACK - De Asis, Delos Santos, Dolor BLUE - Dumotan, Ereno, Fernandez YELLOW - Hernandez, Ison, Ocampo BROWN - Sambrano, San Antonio, Tanedo, Villarama Note: Wear your team color.

[gabrieloraiz]

MARRIAGE

Article 95. Whatever may be lost during the marriage in any game of chance, betting, sweepstakes, or any other kind of gambling, whether permitted or prohibited by law, shall be borne by the loser and shall not be charged to the community but any winnings therefrom shall form part of the community property. (164a)  

THELMA A. JADER-MANALO, Petitioner, vs. NORMA FERNANDEZ C. CAMAISA and EDILBERTO CAMAISA, Respondents.

FACTS:

Thelma A. Jader-Manalo  allegedly came across an advertisement placed by respondents regarding the sale of a ten-door apartment in Makati and Taytay, Rizal in the April 1992 issue of the Bulletin Today newspaper. In a complaint filed against with the Regional Trial Court, Jader-Manalo stated that she was interested in buying the two properties and negotiated for the purchase through Mr. Proseso Ereno (real-estate broker). Edilberto then agreed upon the purchase price of P1.5 M and P2.1M to be paid on installment basis for the Taytay and Makati properties, respectively.

When petitioner pointed out the conjugal nature of the properties, Edilberto assured her of his wife’s conformity and consent to the sale. A formal typewritten Contracts to Sell were thereafter prepared by the petitioner, and checks were delivered. Edilberto’s wife Norma asked to meet with herein petitioner to discuss some provisions of the contract, and some changes were noted which were to be incorporated to the contract.

Petitioner was then surprised when respondent spouses informer her that they were backing out of the agreement and needed “spot cash” for the full amount of reconsideration. Petitioner then reminded the spouses that the contracts to sell were already perfected and Norma’s refusal to sign would cause undue prejudice. Norma’s refusal to sign prompted the petitioner to file a complaint for specific performance and damages against the respondent spouses in the RTC Makati.

ISSUE:

Whether or not the husband may validly dispose of a conjugal property without the wife’s written consent.

HELD:

NO. The properties of the contracts in this case were conjugal. Hence, for the contracts to sell to be effective, the consent of both the husband and wife must concur. Being merely aware of a transaction is not consent.- It must be noted that Article 124 of the Family Code is only resorted to in cases where the spouse does not give consent is incapacitated. The petitioner failed to allege and prove that respondent Norma was incapacitated to give her consent to the contracts.

[lyriith]

Erenos, Eurthaniel, and Kylyaan.

Infinite whelp, Night Elf Demon Hunter, and a Felsaber

[jornalgrandeabc]

O Sapato Ideal do Homem

O Sapato Ideal do Homem

Autoria de Jéssica Ereno, o Sapato Ideal do Homem, confira: Há quem se engane que homens, assim como nós mulheres, não se importam com sua aparência e vestimenta. Hoje o homem moderno se preocupa tanto com o visual de suas roupas, como pele e cabelo. Ele são tão atentados na moda quanto nós.E para dar um toque final no seu look nada melhor que escolher um bom calçado. Eles adoram compor o…

[otomes-world]

Unexpected interaction (part 10)

Wow, it's only been two months, not like the last three... I remind, idea and picture belongs to @twisted-n-thirsty! part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9

While LeBlanche dragged you deeper into the academy, you allowed yourself to throw glances in different directions. You certainly wouldn’t remember the way back, but you could catch the general atmosphere of the rival institution. While various shades of gentle lilac flashed before your eyes, you involuntarily thought. What would happen if you got into the Academy? Of course, you couldn't turn back the past, but probably everyone at least once in his life thought about "if". Experience had shown that you ereno exception. However, again, such thoughts would not become something big, so you tried to distract yourself. The chirping of the black-haired young man coped with its task perfectly.

To be honest, you didn't really listen to his words. He talked about everything in the world, you only occasionally snatched out words like, party, preparation or Justin. It didn’t give you an idea of ​​what was going on, but you weren’t interested from the start to feel intrigue or disappointment. You glanced back briefly when you spotted Schoenheit. If there was a better example of 'disappointment' in the world, it was  reflected on Vil's face. Although the head of the Pomefiore remained as beautiful as he was before, you still turned your back.

Soon, Neige led your trio into the garden. Recovering your breath after an unscheduled run, along the way, you looked at the meeting place. Now, you understand what he meant. Party plus preparation plus Justin really equaled an open-air ball, as you previously thought. Snow-white ribbons gracefully tied between columns of the same color. Tables with a barely noticeable beige shade of tablecloths were arranged in a semicircle, at each there were three or four chairs. A flower arrangement of white lilies in a ceramic vase in the center complemented the overall picture. However, you could not shake the feeling that it was put there in a hurry. The look of Vil, who was standing next to it, said that he was thinking the same thing. However, it's not for you to argue with someone's design decision.

After that LeBlanche was called by one of the students, to which the young man hastily apologized to you and ran away. Your plan to spend the whole day with him was crumbling before our eyes. Sighing, you looked at one of the distant tables and, pushing back a chair, sat down. From where you were, you saw how Adonis intercepted Schoenheit heading towards you. The sight of him made you shudder. The memories of the studio collision were still fresh. As soon as you thought about how everything was successfully resolved with the namesake of Silver from Diasomnia, a brunette appeared, completely destroying your good mood. Fortunately or unfortunately, he whispered something to Vil, who went with him frowning. You could only hope that Schoenheit was better at holding himself than Grimm, Deuce, and Ace combined, and the Academy wouldn't turn into a sea of ​​fire.

“I wish I could hear their conversation,” a sudden voice made you nearly fall off your chair. Turning abruptly, you saw that the third of the company, Aro, who had collapsed behind a nearby chair. More precisely, he sprawled on the table. How and when he managed to do this remained a mystery to you, the answer to which you did not really want to know. "Aren't you interested? Not once?"

With these words, the blond looked at you. As soon as you managed to safely forget about him, he, in person, decided to remind about himself. Why does everything in your life always go awry?

"No..." you yourself thought it sounded not too confident, so the next moment you tried to speak more firmly. "No, that's their business, and it would be impolite to interfere." The young man did not turn away, continuing to look straight into your eyes. His gaze somehow reminded you of Hunt, the same knowing sparks, except, of course, the veil of sleepiness that hides them. However, contrary to expectations, the blond did not fall asleep, now he seemed more cheerful than usual. This could not help but alert you. "Do you need something, sir.... Prince?.."

It has not been known how much time has passed since their introduction that you managed to forget how ironic his name sounded.

"You can call me just Aro, I doubt you remember my, or Justin's, full name." Despite the fact that the phrase sounded quite ordinary, you could not help but catch a note of resentment. Yes, compared to Justin, his name was three times as short, if not four, but you weren't interested in both of them to remember either.

"If you say so," you threw, turning your attention to the garden. The vase in the center caught your eye again. Apparently, you were not the only one who thought so: in the distance, next to one of the columns, stood a young man who shook his head resignedly. "Who is..." you tried to ask, but immediately stopped.

How exactly were you going to ask the question and about what. Nevertheless, the blond lying on the table understood exactly what you meant. This time he lay more compact: he bent his arms at the elbows and rested his head on his forearms.

“One of the students of the academy,” was his answer. From irritation, you wanted to snort. "He is one friends of LeBlanche, or maybe not, who knows. The question with whom LeBlanche does not get along will be more intriguing, don't you think so?" Without waiting for an answer from you, Aro continued. "He`s a designer or maybe not. I don`t remember." When you were about to find another place, tired of the presence of the blond and his 'maybe yes, maybe no' wording, he continued. "Do you know what was in the place of this vase?" Noticing that he finally managed to interest you, he smiled like a cat who found a plate of cream. "Has any ideas?"

"I'm... not... interested," you said, but your intonation and uncertain tone betrayed you. "Anyway, you don't tell me. Right?"

"What do I get if I tell you?" Now the young man's attention was completely riveted on you. Unwittingly, you felt that he was playing with you, as with a mouse that would be eaten as soon as cat would bored.

"I knew it," now nothing held you back. Rising from your place, you did not even bother to turn around, wanting to go as far as possible.

"You can ask Justin, I'm sure he won't refuse you" came from behind you, but you were too annoyed to stop.

However, this did not mean that you did not take note of his words. Considering how many people hinted at the notorious vase, there was something in it. Intuition tried to convince the opposite, saying that it was not worth it, but curiosity was stronger. In addition, of all the remaining options, Justin was the safest. Rook, as luck would have it, disappeared from sight again.

Moving away from the eccentric blonde, you only hoped to find someone you know before another strange person finds you. Luckily for you, there was almost no one in the garden, which made the search much easier. It looks like you came too early. Soon, you spotted the familiar silver hair in the distance and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Justin!"

This was probably the first time ever when you greeted him with such enthusiasm. So apparently the young man himself thought, on whose face was frozen surprise, which in the next second was replaced by sincere joy.

"The lady of my heart-..!" He began his usual tirade, but when he saw your gloomy expression he immediately pulled away, allowing himself just a radiant smile.

Can this be called progress? Looking at the sincere mixture of relief and joy, you become thoughtful. You were stung by a feeling of guilt, because initially you were not going to go. Now, looking at the first honest reaction, you yourself allowed yourself to rejoice. Too often lately, intrigue has been woven around you. It felt like a game of chess, in which you did not feel like a player, but an ordinary piece, moving around the field in different directions. Frankly, an unpleasant feeling.

While the plan "spend time with Neige" went down the drain, the new plan "spend time with Justin" didn't sound so bad.

Part 11

[thaisfanart-070]

ereno obra prima 🥺🥺 #aotfanart #erenyeager🔰 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc0c9mUueaU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[tangerangraya]

Agar Permudah Rekayasa Lalin, Dishub Tangsel Sarankan Dikbud Data Titik Sekolah yang Menimbulkan Kemacetan

Agar Permudah Rekayasa Lalin, Dishub Tangsel Sarankan Dikbud Data Titik Sekolah yang Menimbulkan Kemacetan

TANGERANGRAYA.NET, Tangerang Selatan – Dinas Perhubungan Kota Tangerang Selatan (Tangsel) sarankan Dinas Pendidikan untuk mendata sekolah-sekolah yang menimbulkan titik kemacetan, agar dapat dilakukan rekayasa lalu lintas. Hal tersebut disampaikan oleh Kepala Bidang Lalu Lintas, Arif Afwan Taufani, kepada Tangerangraya.net, ditulis Selasa, 4 Oktober, 2022. Taufani mengatakan dirinya sudah…

[ockishi]

how many people did the commodore kill

a lot

" I remember that one guy who literally broke our windows and attempted to steal our lunch. "

[daam1a]

Heyy!! 💕 Can you recommend some good accounts to follow?

Hey, of course 🤍

@sev-miyorum @deinhochzeitstag @my1ove @ereno @ihlamurlugeceler @arabyian @miraxmind @fiqalbic @qalb @rueyam @naaseeb @aazizam @elmovic @sonsuz-masalim @floweredsoulx @a-la-rose @xezalim @leeeejlaa @aidashakur

[diwangpalaboy]

DS 123 Bantula group test (coverage: death and religion) - Tuesday

RED - Armada, Bahena, Bayson WHITE - Bernardo, Betco, Bugarso GREEN - Castillo, Coronel, Cruz BLACK - De Asis, Delos Santos, Dolor BLUE - Dumotan, Ereno, Fernandez YELLOW - Hernandez, Ison, Ocampo BROWN - Sambrano, San Antonio, Tanedo, Villarama Note: Wear your team color.

[popolodipekino]

desde Italia, desde la misma Italia

Le opinioni del mascelluto valicavano l'oceano, la mattina, a le otto ereno già un cable, desde Italia, su la prensa dei pionieri, dei venditori di vermut. "La flotta ha occupato Corfù! Quell'uomo è la provvidenza d'Italia." La mattina dopo er controcazzo: desde la misma Italia. Pive ner sacco. da C. E. Gadda, Quer pasticciaccio brutto de via Merulana

[soarkke]

erenos painting his nails and smoking a joint...as it should be.

erenos belongs to @venturbation!!! i just designed him (and im in love with him)

[ask-the-riders]

Also some name blend suggestions Ereno or Genor.

... I'm saving these

I can see them definitely being some good possibilities X3