"You are the best facilitator ever," said the lady in yellow sari from India.
That with no preparations, no notes, no nothing except a bottle of Singleton 12 years old single malt whiskey but that came later in the night after stepping right into the Fight Against Inequality in the eye of Typhoon Enteng.
I'm not even supposed to be there but I'm always Plan B, ready to step in whenever called for, and perhaps to also explore possibilities with the Catholic Relief Services on top of the invitation from the Tara Climate Foundation and a poke from the Rainforest Action Network.
I got to pay a credit bill too at PNB-Morato, update a passbook at BDO-Kamuning, and submit a monthly invoice to Phnom Penh before pouring what remains of the liquid fire over the plastic tables at 08 Scout Borromeo Street.
Home finally after two nights of Rivotril-induced daydreams, a specter of letters hanging from Lucy's diamond-less sky --- N, C, G maybe and what can be a marvelous maw --- visions that were banished within the sanctuaries of the Holy Sacrifice and the Risen Lord, my lines to heaven in UP-Diliman, before a Five Star bus delivered me to a feast of lechon manok at baboy with the Highway Men of Bakal 2.
TCF followed through and I responded with a curriculum vitae and a cover letter for RAN that got confused with the time zones where travel reimbursements were laundered in the rain, vaulted, and booked as a flight to Vientiane to celebrate the triumph of OPlan DOH-MIFIP as narrated in a draft communique for the 42nd ASEAN Ministers of Energy Meeting.
Only one "no beer day" was scored this week, an indirect conversation too with two single Moms before Saturday's beer fest (pale pilsen, light, extra strong) plus two bike rides as the sun soaked the puddles of Typhoon Enteng in CLSU where I dialed our line to heaven.
I was the IronMan and Chef once more in Bakal 2 where OPlan SSS was finally launched...
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