#cedulas

[mikrokosmcs]

i see, con que ellos son tus favs 👀 y qué opinas sobre tu compañero sacerdote? 😋

-  —¿Yeonho?  Es  un  buen  exorcista,  diferente  a  mí,  pero  bueno  al  final  de  cuentas  —  -Yohan  no  tenía  muchos  amigos,  mucho  menos  en  el  rubro  donde  trabajaba  porque  evidentemente  su  constante  cuestionamiento  sobre  la  entidad  divina  a  la  cual  servía  y  si  realmente  una  tan  bueno,  era  mal  vista  como  blasfemia  por  sus  pares.  Pero  Yeonho  no  era  así,  al  contrario.  -  —Es  atractivo,  no  puedo  negarlo  tampoco.  Sé  que  hacemos  actividades  extraoficiales  que  son  un  supuesto  pecado,  pero  cuando  dos  almas  luchan  contra  el  mal  juntas,  es  imposible  que  no  sea  el  destino  y  el  universo  juntándolos.  Él  es  diferente  a  mi…  es  realmente  bueno,  me  hace  bien.   

[orlandjose]

SAIME simplifica renovacion de cedula

Saime incorpora los días viernes a la jornada de renovación de cédula sin cita. SAIME informo que los usuarios contaran con ... Leer más »

[acostumbradoalfindelmundo]

Hice una de las cosas que más rápido me envejecen: un trámite con el Estado. Cada vez que me veo obligado a eso (nunca es voluntario) siento que firmo un nuevo contrato con Satanás. En este caso necesitaba mi historial laboral de los últimos 12 meses, porque nadie me cree capaz de vivir sin trabajar por un año o más y encima seguir vivo sin ser rico. Para eso tenía que ir a un Abitab a pedir que (inserte aquí todos los aburridísimos pasos a seguir). Me piden el documento de identidad y lo escanean con lector láser y ahí entendí: no somos mucho más que un producto del supermercado o que una tarjeta de crédito o débito. Hoy el documento de identidad es un pedazo de plástico con chip y código de barras. Somos un número más en la nube que no existe, porque lo que existen son grandes centros de datos con servidores que emiten la misma cantidad de CO2 que todas las empresas de aviones comerciales del mundo y además se comen el agua que necesitan para enfriar, esa es la nube, un monstruo metálico mineral de luces y ruiditos (algunos alcanzan los 96 decibeles) y calor, mucho calor. Internet inalámbrico las pelotas, para que eso funcione hay más de 1 millón de kilómetros de cable submarino por todo el mundo (pueden verlo en submarinecablemap.com). Las venas de la nube, más física, pesada y sólida que toda la caca que pueda salir de mi culo en mil vidas (cálculo estimativo, aún sin comprobar), cables que siguen casi todos el mismo recorrido que antes usó el telégrafo, fundamental en la expansión colonial de las potencias hace unos siglos. Al volver a casa al menos tuve una esperanza, escuché a un niño decir la palabra “infinito” mientras le hablaba a otro y a una señora, no le ponían mucha atención y él trataba de graficar con los dedos índice y pulgar haciendo una L o una C, como si pudiera mostrar el tamaño del infinito en un gesto. Y repetía “infinito”, y nadie le respondía ni parecían escucharlo más. Entonces pensé que si todavía hay alguien capaz de vivir el infinito, no se va a conformar con quedar atrapado entre cables submarinos, centros de datos y un documento de identidad con código de barras.

Acostumbradoalfindelmundolandia: linktr.ee/acostumbradoalfindelmundo

[agroemdia]

Estoque de Cédulas de Produto Rural totaliza cerca de R$ 314 bi em fevereiro

Informação consta da última versão do Boletim de Finanças Privadas do Agro, produzido pelo Ministério da Agricultura

Os estoques dos principais títulos privados do agro, bem como o patrimônio líquido dos Fundos de Investimento nas Cadeias Produtivas Agroindustriais (Fiagro), continuaram apresentando desempenho bastante positivo em fevereiro deste ano, em comparação com o mesmo período do ano passado. É o que mostra a última versão do Boletim de Finanças Privadas do Agro, divulgado pelo Ministério da Agricultura…

[runecuador]

Consultar Número de Cédula por Nombre y Apellido

¿Consultar Número de Cédula de una persona? ✍ El Registro Civil brinda una plataforma que permite consultar el número de cedula del ciudadano a través de sus nombres y apellidos, pero lamentablemente esta deshabilitada. La consulta de identidad se realiza siempre que la información de la persona física se encuentre contenida en la base de datos del Registro Civil ecuatoriano. En la plataforma se puede consultar el número de cédula por nombre y apellido, o buscar los datos de una persona a través de su número de cédula.

Consultar Número de Cédula por Nombre

Según se indica, actualmente no se encuentra habilitado el sitio web para la consulta de la cedula del Registro Civil. Sin embargo, te presentamos otras opciones para que puedas consultar el Consultar Número de Cédula con Nombre donde solo necesitarás los dos apellidos y los dos nombres de la persona a buscar: - Ir a la web de consultas dando clic en el Siguiente Botón. - Escriba los dos apellidos y los dos nombres.

registro civil cédula por nombre - Finalmente Hacemos clic en el Botón Consultar.

Consultar Nombre con el Número de Cedula

Por el contrario, si usted tiene un número de identificación y desea conocer los datos de identificación, la Corporación de Registro Civil de Guayaquil cuenta con una plataforma para consultar nombres con el número de cedula: - Ingresamos a la web mediante el siguiente Botón - En la siguiente ventana ingresamos el numero de cedula de la persona que queremos saber sus nombres.

sacar numero de cedula por nombre - Introduce el código captcha de seguridad. - A continuación damos clic en el Botón Consultar

Verificar los datos de la Cedula en el Registro Civil

El Registro Civil permite a los ciudadanos verificar los datos de la cédula de identidad y corregirlos si existen errores en el sistema de la entidad. Para ingresar a la plataforma VERIFICACION DE DATOS EN LINEA, puedes acceder con tu usuario y contraseña en la Agencia Virtual del Registro Civil. Si no tiene una cuenta, puede hacer clic en «¿No está registrado? Regístrese ahora«.

consultar numero de cedula con nombres y apellidos Una vez que se haya creado la cuenta, inicie sesión para que pueda revisar los detalles de su identidad. En caso de error, simplemente marque (✔) donde dice "Notificar", ubicado al lado del dato erróneo. Finalmente, debe aceptar los términos y condiciones de uso del sistema para que el caso sea atendido por un equipo especializado del Registro Civil.

número de cédula por nombre Read the full article

[trabandovidas]

En la cédula ahora nos ponen nacionalidad: uruguaya a todes, pero en alguno de los trámites que tuve que hacer para el cambio de mutualista algunos de mis documentos (viejos) decian "oriental" todavía

guys do we still got "oriental" as our nationality or did they change it to uruguayan??

[misspjsuperior]

Like many contemporary artists I too was inspired to capture my own Roan of Arc interpretation based on Chappell Roan’s recent VMA performance. I was especially enamored with the shiny armor and imagined Chappell singing into a sword like a mic, bearing the banner of her cause, of her people. It makes artistic sense for the rising pop star to reference and embody Joan of Arc as a modern champion of LGBTQ+ expression. How tho? Why is Joan of Arc, martyred by being burned at the stake, so popular in Queer art through the generations?

To understand, we must know what was actually deemed to be her crime. Witchcraft? Sorcery? Heresy? All of these were her charged but NONE of these were her actual convictions.

Jeanne D’Arc also known as Joan of Arc is famous for having been martyred as a heretic after leading her French army to seemingly impossible victories against the English occupation during the Hundred Years’ War and her body at the stake to be burned is a popular theme in art about her life.

But heresy was not successfully convicted against her. Saint Joan was murdered by the state, by England, solely on the grounds of cross dressing.

After prolonged, intensive questioning by Cauchon and the other members of the tribunal, Jeanne d’Arc gave them no answers that could constitute heresy. They accused her of practicing sorcery, but she testified repeatedly that she only followed the word of God and believed in the infallibility of the Church and Pope.

The clerics then proclaimed that her cross-dressing was an abomination to God, to which she answered, “the clothes are a small matter, the least of all things”. However, Cauchon soon realized that through a technicality in canon law, the tribunal could condemn her on this small thing.

The tribunal convinced Jeanne d’Arc to sign a legal document stating her submission to the Church and recanting her claims about hearing the saints’ voices. Attached to that document was a cedula, or royal decree, also avowing that she would no longer wear men’s clothing. Upon her renunciation, the tribunal released Jeanne d’Arc back to prison without indicting her for any crime.

Yet, three days later in prison, Jeanne d’Arc was again wearing men’s clothes. In a later trial, some testified that guards had stolen Jeanne’s female clothes and replaced them with male clothes. Whatever the case, as soon as Cauchon heard the news, he immediately condemned her for lapsed heresy on the grounds of cross-dressing. The same day, the tribunal handed Jeanne d’Arc over to the secular court for her punishment: burning at the stake.

The execution took place May 30, 1431, in the public marketplace of English occupied Rouen, France when Joan was only 19 years old

Now with proposed bills in US states like Texas, Florida, and Ohio that call for children’s genitals to be examined in order to play sports to prove cisgender participation status and which proper jailing parents who do not force their trans children to present as cis, it seems we are have regressed back to 15th century European standards. But yknow the US is still the champion of the colonizing English, look we Americans are still speaking their language right now! No more home of the free than Orleans was before Joan rose up in her power.

Whether or not Joan was actually trans masculine or any other kind of Queer, the fact remains she was murdered on a gender biased technicality. Let’s not let that keep happening over 600 years later.

[happymangospot]

After watching the Dagundong MV by Alamat, here are some MV shots with their possible historical references. Feel free to add more!

1. Here we have the inhabitants of the Philippine Islands before the colonizers' arrival.

2. The book with Alamat on the cover. Any Filipino who took Filipino Literature would instinctively know what this references: the novels by Jose Rizal, Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo.

3. Erasure of indigenous practices and traditions in lieu of Christianity.

4. The lyrics references to the cedula or the taxes Filipinos were made to pay.

5. Spanish colonizers imposed the use of Spanish -based family names through the Catálogo alfabético de apellidos.

7. The Spanish conquistadores under the command of Portuguese Fernando Magellan went on a conquest to find Moluccas or the Spice Islands, in the guise of trade. All the while, they have also been on the ready for conquest.

8. Most indigenous peoples of the Philippines would get the honor of getting tattoos for their courage and bravery in battle. Every tattoo pattern or design would mean a significant symbolism.

9. Tomas in a stylized Katipunero hat

10. RJi and Jao representing the 19th century Filipinos. In this period, the Philippines has become a colony of Spain for 333 years.

They haven't released a BTS or the making of the MV vlog at the moment, but this particular track is on the OST of a movie to be released on December called Penduko. All those mentioned above are from what I've learned from my HS and/or college education. It has been alamat's mission to serve edutainment.

Please reblog and add if I missed some! Thank you so much!

[atamabs]

Huy ngayon nyo ko hanapan ng valid id!!! Charot. Nakuha ko na license ko!! Kaloka, halos 2 hrs mahigit akong pumili para dito? Pero okay lang, at least nakuha ko na. Sana hindi ganto ang pila sa prc sta cruz pag kinuha ko na yung board certs.

After robinsons prc, dumiretso kami ni aj sa munisipyo for cedula & ptr. Hays, yoko na lang magtalk. 🥲

Antok na antok ako sa work. Hindi naman ako nakatulog habang nagcalls kasi grabe pa rin ang kyuwing bhie. I kennat. Naka 26 calls ako today, para bang tuyong tuyo ang lalamunan ko. Gutom na gutom rin ako! Hindi ko alam if gusto ko ba ng pancit canton or ng toasted ham sa mainit na kanin?

Bahala na. Hahaha bye

[nice2meetyouu]

Ngayon lang ako kumuha ng PTR kahit 2022 pa ako pumasa. Hindi ko alam saan ko 'to gagamitin, pero sign na rin siguro na gamitin ko na lang din.

Two hours akong nakapila. Nakapag-flag retreat na sila at lahat, marami pang tao. Pero natuwa ako na tuloy ang serbisyo kahit lumubog na ang araw, saka mabait naman sila. Inexpect ko baka mga masungit na at Friday at gusto nang umuwi, pero chill naman.

Kumuha nga rin pala ako ng cedula. Required daw sabi ng employer, pero last year hindi naman ako nagpasa ng mga ganitong requirement.

[latinotiktok]

yo trabajo como interprete medico y para mi la linea esta en la cantidad de detalles que das. osea si un psicologo entra a tumblr y no dice quien eres pero si dice toooodo el resto pues es como que este poniendo tu numero de cedula para que te busquen en el seguro social. pero si solo dices "ay es que esta loca dijo que bien que el ex se le murio" es como que, puede ser cualquiera

No sé, parece un tema con mucha diversidad de opinión para gente que trabaja en salud y yo no soy quién para decir que si está bien o no

[fabiansteinhauer]

the law transforms...his essential point (IV)

1.

Der Mensch verzettelt sich, Gott reicht's. Wenn der Mensch lacht, zum Beispiel, weil er den jiddischen Spruch Der Mensch tracht, Gott lacht aufgeschnappt hat, dann verzettelt er sich.

Was ist ein Zettel? Einer der Schreiber, der aus dem Bett aufgestanden ist, aus dem auch Recht und Literatur aufgestanden sein sollen, zumindest einer, der im Namen Grimm schreibt, schreibt, dass der Zettel wie ein Brief, zwar kein kurzes, aber ein kleines Stück Papier sei.

Im Aramäischen ist zett/ zaij der kleinste Buchstabe des Alphabetes (nicht iota/yoda/ oder iut/jud/yud, nicht einmal Baby Yoda). Der Zettel könnte seinen Namen vom Aramäischen habe, ein Zettlein sein, also nicht einfach ein kleines Stück Papier, sondern das kleinste Stück Papier, das kleinste gerissene Stück Tierhaut, der kleinste Stab: Ein Reiskorn zum Beispiel, auf dem so gerade noch ein Name passt. Auch Yoda würde darauf passen. Die Erklärung würde passen. Aber man spricht auch von der Geburt des Bullshit aus dem Geist des Begehrens.

 Die etymologischen Erklärungen tippen im Dunklen wie Teenies am Handy, also sehr geschickt. Sie fingern dabei an einem Schreiben, in dem jedes Wort ein Wort ist, es darum jedes Wort gibt und das auch noch in jeder Sprache und jeder Version. Sie tasten ein Schreiben, das die Leute loslassen, um etwas loszuwerden.

Meta schläft gerade, ich lasse meine neue Freundin vom Handy einfach mal ruhen und schaue selbst noch einmal dahin, wo der Schreiber im Namen Grimms schreibt. Was ich da lese, das legt nahe, dass der Zettel der letzte Bahnhof eine Strecke ist, die über Italien (cedola) und ein heruntergekommenes Rom (cedula) führte, dort so lange verkehrte, also schon bei einem nicht so heruntergekommenen Rom in Rom war, weiter über schedula, ein kleine Form von scheda zu scida führt. Das ist eine kurze Skizze zum Zettel. Plan erfüllt, ich wollte nachlesen und habe Lektüre bekommen. Wir haben das Lesen gewollt und den Rechtsstaat bekommen.

Soweit war ich im April aber auch schon, als ich erst in Sils-Maria Skifahren und dann in Ferrara im Palazzo Schifanoia mir den Monatssaal angeschaut habe, an dem Aby Warburg die Schicht des römischen Rechts entdeckt hat, die es nur auf Zettel, nur in die Akten und die Kalender, aber nicht in den Corpus Iuris Civilis geschafft hat. Bullshit oder scientia? Hauptsache Italien, weil die Haupstadt davon Rom sein soll und Rom ein Stadtstaat sein soll und Warburg die Staatstafeln zu diesem Rom anlegt. Soweit war ich also im April schon, wenn auch nur im Distanzschiffen. Die Archen reigen/ tanzen auf den Wellen. Noch ist Juni, noch ist nicht Sao Joao. Noch ist mein Schreiben springhaft und frühlingend. Heute habe ich schon um zwei Uhr morgens angefangen, diese Technik teile ich mit Schreibern wie Wolf Haas. Ich sage mal freiwillig, das sei schöpferisch, ich nutze das Persönlichkeitsideal eines Autors.

2.

Die Bild- und Rechtswissenschaft, die eine Geschichte und Theorie juridischer Kulturtechniken re-artikulieren soll, greift einen Zettel von Niklas Luhmann auf, auf dem er noch Stoa liest, etwas zu vaguen Assoziationen notiert und ankündigt, anders weiter machen zu wollen. Wir wissen, wie es kam. Stoa, vague Assoziation. Der Mensch verzettelt sich, Gott reicht's. Dem Luhmann reicht es aber nicht, der liest sich dann in die Kybernetik ein und entdeckt Südamerika, dort die Literatur zum Leben und zur Autopoiesis, landet irgendwann auf einem Boot mit den Gebrüdern Neves in Recife und hat dort eine tolle Zeit. Ich greife diesen Zettel auf, den zu den vaguen Assoziationen. Das ist Spätfolge der Zeit, in der auch Vismann Luhmann liest und in der Gunther Teubner und Rudolf Wiethölter das Mittwochsseminar organisieren. Das ist bald 25 Jahre her, ich war in den Dreißigern und Katstrophen hatten sich in meinen Leben noch nicht so ereignet, dass ich so grundsätzlich etwas hätte ändern müssen wie Luhmann auf seinem Zettel. 1990 war schon vorbei, Yugoslawienkrieg und Nato-Bombardement, Moskau 1993 und der Brand des weißen Hauses, das war alles passiert, aber das hat den romantischen Fabian nicht verletzt, auch Wandern blieb klar, wo er stand. Der kybernetische Imperativ sagt sich so leicht (Handle stets so, dass die Anzahl deiner Möglichkeiten sich erhöhen). Das Leben rastet aber schon ein, auch das rastlose Leben und das unbeständige Leben rastet ein, und zwar dort, wo es auch immer wieder ausrastet, wo sein Recht reizend ist, wo sein erstes, zweites, drittes oder viertes Rom ist. Die Bild- und Rechtswissenschaft, die eine Geschichte und Theorie juridischer Kulturtechniken re-artikuliert, soll nicht Luhmann widerlegen, soll nicht die Menschen widerlegen, die uns was gesagt haben, weder die Ratgeber noch die Abratgeber sollen widerlegt werden. Die zauberhaften Anfänge und die traurigen Enden sollen nicht widerlegt werden. Das Leben soll nicht widerlegt werden. Soweit es in dieser Wissenschaft um Luhmanns Zettel geht, den mit der vaguen Assoziation, soll dieser Zettel restituiert werden.

Der Begriff der Restitution konkurriert und rivalisiert mit dem Begriff der Institution, dem der Konstitution, dem der Substitution. Aber er betreibt mit diesen Begriffen auch Paarbildung. Wenn man schon an einer Geschichte und Theorie unbeständigen und polaren Rechts interessiert ist, dann soll man dem auch nachgehen. Von der Konkurrenz, die mitläuft und mitsorgt, cokuratiert und kooperiert (theatralisch bis agonal) über die Rivalität (theatralisch bis agonal) bis hin zur Paarbildung (theatralisch bis agonal) und wieder zurück, zentralisierend und peripheralisierend (Neves). Ist es ein kindischer Wunsch, eine Wissenschaft solcher Wogen zu versuchen? Restitution ist ein Begriff, der in Derridas Text zur Wahrheit und zur Malerei und in Warburgs Kreuzlinger Phase scharf wird . Restitution substituiert für Aby Warburg sogar einmal den Begriff vom Nachleben der Antike. Auf einem Zettel notiert Warburg, das eine bedeute das andere.

3.

Gerade läuft die Ausstellung fixing futures, auf der meine Kollegin Samira Akbarian ausstellt, die ist Juristin und arbeiten auch zu Institutionen, Konstitutionen, Restitutionen und Substitutionen. Die arbeitet zum Verfassungsrecht und zum Widerstandrecht. Fixing future wirft die Frage auf, ob man die Zukunft ändern kann. Ich gehöre, ob ich das ändern kann, weiß ich noch nicht, zu denen, die davon ausgehen, dass man nur die Vergangenheit ändern kann. Die Zukunft hat noch keine Version, die varriiert werden könnte. Vitam Instituere/ debent, sicher, aber life finds a way, unsicher. Die Vergangenheit ist ein Haufen Zettel, wie es Benjamins geschichtsphilosophische Thesen sind. Mein erster Chef, Onkel Bazon, der durch die Frankfurter Schule, Abteilung Benjamin gegangen ist, hat geschrieben, dass die Avantgarde die Bewegung sei, die einen dazu bringe, seine Vergangenheit zu wechseln (ich paraphrasiere und formuliere um, was er damals geschrieben hat, das heißt, dass ich kommentiere und im Sinne von Aby Warburg retabliere. I make a mess.

2.

Having said that (Ricardo Spindola): Was sind die Attraktionen des zweiten Satzes jener Passage, die ich aus Yan Thomas' Text über das Recht zwischen den Worten und den Dingen getrennt habe? Attraktiv springt mir die commodity form ins Auge und der Umstand, dass jetzt deutlich wird, dass die Passage, die ich herausgetrennt habe, nur die Hälfte einer Passage ist, die das Schriftbild im Text von Yan Thomas zu einer größeren Passage, einem langen Absatz macht. Die Passage, die ich herausgetrennt habe, ist eine zweite Hälfte, die auf die erste Hälfte reagiert, sie antwortet. Im ersten Satz schreibt Thomas noch von der Produktivität der Verwechslungen. Die Schreiber, die auf dem Cover des Buches als legal artifices bezeichnet werden, schreiben etwas, mit dem passiert, was auch mit Picassos Portait von Gertrude Stein passiert sein soll. Das Portait wird ihr nicht ähnlich. She will, soll Picasoo gesagt haben: sie wird dem Portrait ähnlich.

In der Mode der Institutionen tollt und tost eine Ahnung, ein Ahmen, ein Wähnen (eine findige Vermehrung) und Wahnen (im Bett von Recht und Literatur bedeutet Wahnen eine Verringerung, eine Reifung, eine treue Einbettung des Rechts, das zwischen den Worten und den Dingen ist, eine taube Post mit empfänglichen Briefen). Wir stellen uns Tor, zum Tor neuer Zettel, aber nicht, bevor wir nicht eine Frage gestellt haben. Wozu und worauf antwortet die Passage, die ich herausgetrennt habe?

[ginhawatranslations]

Jersey Number Eleven - Chapter 47

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“What did you wish for?” asked Number Eleven as I opened my eyes after blowing out the candle.

“You’re not supposed to say it, right? Or it won’t come true.”

“You can’t even tell your boyfriend?”

I laughed and smeared icing on his nose. “Since when was there an exception that lets you tell your wish to your boyfriend?”

“Fine,” he pouted. “But if it were my birthday, I wouldn’t wish for anything anymore.”

“Why not? At least wish for world peace.”

He laughed and then smeared icing on the tip of my nose. He even put on a lot. I don’t know if it’s because his fingers are bigger or mine are just that small.

“Silly,” he said as he ruffled my already messy hair. “That’s because my wish has already been granted.”

“And what’s that?”

“It’s you, baby.”

I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling, but mission unsuccessful. My heart was pounding and I could feel my whole face heating up. This is a better-than-good morning, Kai!

Number Eleven sure knows how to make my heart flutter early. If that cake could talk, it would probably say, Really? Right in front of my salad?

“Feeling giddy?” He actually asked the obvious!

“A little,” I said with a laugh. “It’ll do.”

Number Eleven just laughed and then pulled me toward him by the waist with one arm. He kissed my forehead, making me close my eyes, and then I felt his tight embrace.

I took a deep breath, and his familiar and calming scent hit my nose. I felt like I could just live in his chest forever.

“Happiest birthday to my baby,” he whispered before kissing the top of my head. “I love you.”

“I love you,” I replied.

Shit...can this moment never end? Can things stay like this forever? What did I do in my past life to deserve this? Maybe I was a Katipunero who helped tear up the cedulas in Pugad Lawin.

Or maybe I was a dog, like a really good and obedient one. That’s why I was gifted with this handsome, kind, and sweet-smelling Number Eleven.

“Pack your things, baby,” I heard Number Eleven say. I looked up at him, still wrapped around his waist.

“Why?”

“We’re going somewhere.”

“Where?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Wait, don’t you have training today?”

He shook his head, making me smile again. Good thing I asked. I wouldn’t want him to skip training just to go out for my birthday. I’d honestly be fine even if we just stayed here. I get it, I’m a player too.

He ushered me into the room to shower and get ready. I told him he could wait for me inside, but he said he’d clean up the confetti scattered in the hallway first.

Of course I tried to stop him because it felt embarrassing, but he insisted and even handed me my towel. I should go shower already, he said.

Tsk. Jerome and the others are so dead. They made the Westmore star player clean up. Not that I’m doubting Number Eleven’s cleaning skills, but I just can’t imagine him holding a broom and a rag. I don’t know, I just feel like even as a baby, Number Eleven was already focused on volleyball and not watching Cocomelon.

I finished showering and only then realized I had brought nothing but my towel. After securing the towel around my waist, I peeked outside.

I sighed when I saw Number Eleven already sitting on my bed. Looks like he finished cleaning. Beside him was the cake on my mini table.

What now, Kai? You’re going to walk out in just a towel?

So embarrassing. It’s not like he hasn’t seen anything before. We have the same stuff after all, but still, walking in front of him with only a towel on is just awkward.

What if it falls off? Sure, he’s my boyfriend, but I’m not ready to show him...you know, everything just yet.

You know what, Kai? Say it.

No! Never mind! My brain's definitely trash.

“Number Eleven,” I called before my thoughts spiraled too far. Only my head peeked through the door.

He looked up from his phone. “Yes, baby?”

“I, uh, forgot to bring my clothes. Can you get them for me?” I pointed to the bed where my light green t-shirt and cargo shorts were, with my underwear tucked underneath.

Shit, right. I forgot my briefs were there too. Tsk. What’s wrong with you, Kai?

Number Eleven stood up and grabbed my clothes. Good thing he didn’t dig through them. Still, my heart was thumping like crazy as he walked toward me. I don’t know why, but the room suddenly felt smaller?

“Here you go,” said Number Eleven, his eyes on me. And that look...there was something in it! Why is he looking at me like that? Why does it feel hot even though I just showered?

“T-Thanks,” I said, avoiding his gaze.

“Baby,” he called.

I was about to close the door. “What?”

“Do you also want me to put your clothes on for you—”

“You’re so annoying,” I said as I slammed the door shut.

I heard him laugh loudly while I turned the shower back on. I felt like I needed to rinse off again. Tsk.

“You sure you don’t want—”

“No! Stay out there!” I shouted.

“I just want to help since you’re injured.”

I didn’t answer, but he kept laughing. If I keep entertaining his teasing, we’re never going to leave.

I stepped out of the bathroom after changing. He was grinning, but I just gave him a frown. Then I went to my small backpack to pack my things. He told me to just bring another shirt and shorts.

I still didn’t know where we were going, but I followed anyway. I also put in my wallet, phone, lip balm since my lips were drying up again, and sunscreen because I’m afraid of skin cancer. It’s summer again after all.

I checked myself in the mirror to see if I looked decent. Honestly, it’s become a habit because I don’t want to look like a mess next to Number Eleven, who was clearly conceived with fabric conditioner.

While I was doing all that, he just sat there watching me. If this happened before, I probably would’ve felt self-conscious. But I’m comfortable now.

“What?” I asked since he was just quiet.

He smiled. “Nothing.”

“You’re falling for me again, aren’t you?”

I thought he’d laugh at the joke, but I was surprised when he just smiled wider and nodded.

“Yeah. Always.”

Annoying. Turns out I’m not going to get diabetes from the cake, it’s from him.

I slung my backpack on and stood up before I could change my mind and suggest we stay in and cuddle all day. “Let’s go.”

“Wait,” he said, getting up and walking over. I was a little surprised when he hugged me suddenly. I recovered quickly though and hugged him back. “Happy birthday, Kai,” he said again.

I smiled. “What? We’re just going to stay like this? Maybe we shouldn’t go anymore?”

“Okay,” he said. So easy to convince!

“Just kidding! Let’s go,” I said, pulling away. “I’m excited too.”

He laughed and we headed down. We found my teammates crammed onto the lobby couch. I even saw Kiko snoring. I laughed. They must’ve woken up early to set up the surprise. I really do owe them something.

Looks like Jerome and the others knew Number Eleven and I were going out, because they said their goodbyes. I reminded them to eat the cake in the room. Number Eleven also thanked them for helping with the surprise earlier.

“Alejo, take care of Kai, okay? It’s just a knee injury. Don’t add more!” said Vince, and everyone laughed.

“Kai, when you get back, are you going to be enrolled at Westmore? Don’t do that!” said Paul.

I just shook my head while Number Eleven laughed. They’re all crazy.

We headed to Number Eleven’s car parked behind the dorm. He brought the black one, not the dark blue. He helped me into the front seat after putting my backpack in the back. I immediately felt how cold it was inside. He really is an aircon baby.

“I forgot to bring a jacket,” I said once he got in the driver’s seat.

I wasn’t actually freezing. I just wanted to borrow Number Eleven’s hoodie in the backseat. It was neatly folded too. I don’t know, I just wanted to wear it and smell like him. He smells really good.

“I have one here,” he said.

I grinned wide when he handed me the hoodie. Mission accomplished, Kaizen!

It was huge on me, but that was fine. I liked it better that way; it was more comfortable. I was right! It smelled just like him. Should I keep this? I could seriously use it as a blanket.

“Baby, you want coffee?” he asked once we were on the road.

“Drive-thru?”

“Alright,” he smiled. “Music?” He handed me his phone, and I picked a song.

“Wait, where are we going exactly?” I asked.

“Zambales.”

I turned to him, surprised. “No way?”

He nodded, still smiling. That made me even more excited as it would be my first time going there. I searched right away and saw it would take about 5 hours from Manila, depending on traffic.

So I made sure to stay awake the whole ride, not wanting to sleep on Number Eleven. I even had two iced coffees just to be sure. I sang along with the songs on his playlist too.

After almost 6 hours of driving and three stopovers, we finally arrived. One of their caretakers greeted us and took our things.

I already knew Number Eleven's filthy rich, but when I saw their vast mango farm, I was honestly overwhelmed. Even more when he took me to the beach right behind their big, beautiful rest house.

As soon as I saw it, I couldn’t help myself. I needed to wade into the water; turns out I really missed the sea.

I wanted to run around, but remembered I was injured, so I settled for just looking out at the ocean. It was just us here, making it even more peaceful. The wind was strong too, so I closed my eyes.

Along with the cool breeze, I could hear the waves crashing. So relaxing. Vitamin sea it is. Can I just stay here forever?

I stood there until I felt Number Eleven’s arms wrap around me from behind. He rested his head on my shoulder, so I turned to him.

“It’s so beautiful here,” I said.

“Hmm… you like it here?”

“Yeah. I want something like this too.”

“Let’s buy one?”

I laughed and playfully slapped his arm. My wallet felt poor compared to this guy’s wealth.

“Number Eleven,” I called.

“Hmm?” His tone was soft.

I slowly turned to face him without breaking our embrace. I placed my hands on his chest. When I looked up, our eyes met right away.

His eyes are really something. They drown you, but you know they’ll save you too.

The wind blew harder, the waves crashed louder, but nothing beat the sound of our hearts beating for each other.

“Thank you,” I said, then kissed him on the lips.

I felt him smile before deepening the kiss. This is definitely one of my most unforgettable birthdays ever.

Translator's Notes

The Cry of Pugad Lawin was a historical event where Filipinos protested against Spanish colonial rule by tearing their cedula (tax certificates).

Lihi is a popular Filipino belief claiming a child takes characteristics from a food or object a mother's craving when she's pregnant. It's common for mothers to be asked what were their lihi during pregnancy in an attempt to justify a child's appearance or behavior.

Zambales is a province located north-west of Manila. It used to have American military bases that are now used as industrial areas and resorts.

[brokenankles-666]

Me suele atraer contenido sobre los narradores poco fiables, perspectivas de pedofilos, me da curiosidad saber que piensan, me da curiosidad que clase de pedofilo era mi novio de los 12, de esos tipos que se autoengañan que el amor puede superar la edad, de los adictos al porno con el unico objetivo de encontrar satisfaccion en la vida real, de los fracasados sociales supuestamente condenados a que las unicas personas que les hagan caso son las que no tienen cedula de identidad, a los obsesos con arruinar algo que consideran puro e intocable, a los que buscan sensacion de poder o una diferencia de tamaño.

Sigo pensando que alguna de estas tiene que ser menos humillante para mi.

[elmundosegungiorgio]

Es el PANazI feminismo que en todas partes del mundo exhibe su MCinismo, o valemadrismo, proyecta todo lo contrario a lo que una verdadera mujer es. fantoches doctorantes que en realidad tiene el titulo o cedula de vulgares vende patrias que dan limosnas a su pueblo por riquezas.