DREAMS
-----
"On sober nights, hypotension thrive to afflict the man from Pakistan at the airport arrival hall where he was picked and gurneyed to a Japanese-themed party, to the shaman, the custodian of a Mayan pyramid who marked his forehead with a cross..."
-----
ASEAN 2025 was finally Boxed, tucked between preparatory notes for a midterm assessment in Bangkok and the first draft of a regional convening in Kuala Lumpur, a proper induction to SuccessFactor through an OPA blitzkierg that endeavored to stash discretionary funds in Phnom Penh as insurance for the Asian version of the Hunger Games where Kudo Boards are anticipated to be mass produced for the leavers who will miss a learning review in Manila.
-----
"But dreams are liquid fantasies slipping through the cracks of inebriation, like a reverie of balot and penoy popping from Heinekin beer cans that shine like an oily tinumis being poured from 3 liters of light brandy to dress a fried milkfish and burnt pork barbecue.."
-----
Oplan DOH-MFIP was concluded triumphantly, Cigna has been claimed and appealed, the month's power bill covered through a VMX marathon to whom the earthquake in Mandalay and the failure of a Jollibee redemption were attributed, the Phantom Biker strewing pieces of lechong kawali along the dusty trail and smuggling 5 ensaimada packs through a blockade of chains to reach Baloc's bowl of goto before Friday's market tour in Munoz.
----
"The Chinese New Year was celebrated in March, in a series of art deco buildings rimmed by narrow streets perhaps somewhere in Europe, or maybe in a Baguio mall where cuapao sandwiches littered a conference and a side event on effective influencing..."
----
A breakfast of glorious sinanglaw in Cuyapo broke a mechanical run-in that unexpectedly designed a curious scrutiny of the replicated Manoppello Image in Nampicuan, probably one of the six Veils of Veronica that were inspired by the Shroud of Turin, icons made without hands, hands like that of the mango vendor who can perfectly grill a Bonuan bangus and properly prepare a pigar-pigar in Sison, lunch served in a dilapidated house, once abandoned and haunted by the ghost of its master who shot himself while lying in his huge Narra bed.
