OF SOLVENCIES AND PLASTIC MONEY

My financial standing is low-medium risk [late payments to mobile carriers apparently increases the risks].

A treasury claiming to be the future of banking counter-offered [another touting of having the best costumer experience was apparently hijacked by a trickster].

So socuments and requirements were conveyed to a government financial institution [an espoused depository alleged of being a premiere universal bank].

The inbox was purged  to start the week [notes on fraud risk management, fiscal oversight, case histories, and personnel matters were relayed].

There were weekly convenings [a one-on-one and a quickie, a bi-weekly and an employee experience session, a request for guidance and a one program report]. 

Stale submissions were finally liberated [reviewed contracts and survey responses were adjusted].  

Oplan Pink Badge was an  introduction to organizational preparedness [a recruitment to update timesheets for a team building exercise was advertised]. 

Two phantom rides delivered pandesal and garbage through a drizzle of banana-wrapped tilapia and bangus, spontaneous sisig, and kaldereta-topped birthday pansit [dinakdakan and adobong bibe seasoned an initiation in Baloc].

The Marauder's Map showed Pugad Baboy walking through Hogwarts without  credit cards [the college still stands, the high school is under renovation, the naked concrete man is still naked].

THE CASE OF THE MISSING OTPs

A one-time password is supposed to be the first line of defense against digital criminals.

It was breached with a deluge of 188,620,000 Vietnamese Dong that was surreptitiously and fraudulently charged to my card.

PNB falsely claimed that these charges were securely authenticated by an OTP.

I did not receive any OTPs, and thus was how Pugad Baboy's PNB accounts were secured at LBP.

PNB is comparable to chasing a delayed report and addressing the red lights in an enterprise resource planning system.

So I conversed with my machine how a global advocacy survey muted sexual diversity and gender identity and expression in the preparatory meeting for the IMF annuals.

Two case studies are missing but the annual reports are ready for a fiscal oversight framework. 

In my emails, my squads and line manager agreed that OTPs are not required for the advertisement of a call for applications and contract reviews. 

A team development in Phnom Penh will investigate the missing OTPs with the findings to be included in the final cut of an annual report.

Perhaps the OTPs melted with the incessant rain of Dutch and Singaporean beers that smelled of garlic buttered sugpo, tokwa't baboy, tiim na pata, popcorn, and the familiar aroma of watered and extra-strong lagers.

Where are the OTPs?

The Phantom Biker searched the portals of RCBC and UB and walked to the church to plead for divine intervention before finally hying off to Mr. Bob of the Central Bank. 

MAYMAY AND LUIS

Maymay and Luis are the Bonnie and Clyde of weather conditions.

They represent siginificant disruptions that are at par with Manila's hostaging of a deadline, Africa muting a short-term contract offer, and dealing with a bratty Prajnaparamita.

Luis and a returning victorious warrior came with the Monday emails just as a delayed appointment with a specialist was consumated with 58 bottles of birthday beer, 58 strands of delicate tiim na pata, 58 chunks of curnchy lechong kawali, 58 thin inihaw na liempo slices, and 58 cups of scalding sinampalukang manok. 

Luis was persistent but the amendments will be generated by the system alone, by the acceptance of statements despite foreign excange losses --- the supervisor said so at the drugstore counter where invoices are issued as a neurologist's press release on phasing out coal.  

Maymay offered  a lull long enough for a Jollibee breakfast but was more intense and unforgiving, aborting a Thursday ride that somehow got an evaluation madate moving through a bike-by at a rising McDonald's.

Reimbursements nudged the Bangkok Training and Oplan Anatolya but the daily rain shut out Cambodia from the system despite an offering of reheated birthday leftovers, a pouch of Japanese nuts, and plastic bowls of cold menudo, lechong ulo strips, and sour pindunggo to placate Apo Tudo.

It rained in Macondo for 4 years, 11 months, and 2 days which is the equivalent of almost 2 weeks in Bakal 2. 

Luis is a tropical depression while stormy Maymay interrupted our weekend walks but not our weekly lottery bets.

She is Kujira after all.   

THE REIGN OF THE AIRLINES (and their air money)

Airlines rule.

The Regulator made me understand so, that my complaint againt Philippine Airlines should be lodged somewhere else, perhaps in repetitious SAP Form submissions through a worthless Footprint Report that escorted the unwelcome intrusion of a contested rating.  

The Lodge was therefore convened.

Crunchy deeep-fried sosohong permeated a delicate sinampalukang kambing as The Brethren gaveled an updated toolkit content, the fnal draft of an endline evaluation ToR, and a passdown allocation that mitigated The Teeth's struggle with a rubberry dinakdakan while recalling an airline's accountability in disputed credit card charges.

Is St. Jerome also the Roman God of Commerce? 

The Phantom Biker would not know so he searched the chat box about how OPA amendments can absorb foreign exchange losses, provisions to a contract offer that The Physician, in her absence, was uploaded into the OPP by The Ironman of Bakal 2 as they walked into the tarmac that isn't there.   

The Teacher at 80 smelled like a 53-year-old pussy that looked like a fried boneless chicken feet, the inihaw na hito served as an inflight meal of an untouchable airline, apparently. 

ORTIGAS IN 5 SCENES (Before, During, After)

SCENE 1 (Yugen Japanese Restaurant): Plastic cards protest why highball was not served in a mug, why ramen noodles were omitted in the pre-departure chores that were loaded in the bus before being printed into briefing papers for an abbreviated weekly catch-up.     

SCENE 2 (Asian Development Bank 1): The Minister skipped the Tuesday quickie prior to receiving recommendations that will secure the well-being of the barkeeps at Engkanto Taps.

"Green Lava got Lost at Sea of Crook-O-Dile Tears from Hop Coolture"

SCENE 3 (Asian Development Bank 2): Social protection for the servers at Lola Cafe and the karaoke singers of District Brewing Company were expounded from the podium for the Timor Leste delegation and a Mentimetered discussion group. 

"Cruise Control at Crossing Ibabaw yelled Who is Your Daddy, to which Simon Says Belgian Wheat Beer"

SCENE 4 (O and The Firm): Carinderia adobo overpowered McDonald's daily pancakes to sign-off  Round 1 of an endline evaluation at 150 Panay Avenue where Racks of ribs fell from The Firm.

SCENE 5 (Bakal 2): Timesheets, a reimbursement, and a pass down were prepared for the Bretton Woods annuals but it was the Phanthom Biker's mobile wallet that paid for the tinola, the quarterly bloodworks, and the sisig and inihaw na bangus for The Ironman's dinner on pruning day. 

"Homeland finally retreated into the Outander's House of Cards" 

NOTES FROM THE JAKARTA ASSEMBLY

There was a Golden Bee conductor who punched pre-departure emails requesting social protection for the big beautiful women of PR 535 to Jakarta.

He complained how the lamb chops were done medium, an incident attributed to phasing out coal in Asia and the steep price of Bintang at The Marketplace.  

At the launch of the Bangkok Working Group Meeting, a mandate was circulated through an interview that surveyed the traditional dance landscape for the Bridge Builder awardee.

Rice noodles, cold soba and beef noodle soup with cow tendon, and chicken noodles with dumplings were presented as three colors of polo barongs for the logic model chairship.

Islamabad finally responded and was fined with a pre-departure dinner of nasi goreng, satae ayam, tongseng kambing, and 6 bottles of airport Kopi Susu Batavia. 

In Manila, Sheldon's Texas barbecue platter intervened beween hospital appointments to confirm a happy image analysis, prelude to the coverage of a presidential run in Cabanatuan. 

Luncheon meat and pork barbecue seasoned tasteless jackfruit chips from Kerala to close the week in Bakal 2...  

HAI[na]KU REVERSED (74-78)

-74-

The Barber's kaldereta

virtual and signed-off

edited conversation

-75-

Rice, drugs, and 60 bottles 

spring meeting chased

full topline blockage cleansed

-76-

Safety net secured and moored

doctors kiss lawyers

bankers, dentists headhunted

-77-

The first 1,000 emails

roasted transition

Kerson Fruit, hotdogs

-78-

QR codes to Jakarta

wet rub from the rain

she's back, a cleavage to bust

THE 5TH SESSION

Ramen simmerred in a cold highball soup for the throng gathered in homage of St. Sebastian and the market that did not burn after radiotracers were released to trap positron emissions and guide gamma rays in highlighting hotspots that is prayed to be absent forever. 

Five headhunting basura rides disguised as anxiety management preceded the 5th PET Scan to spawn a project idea from the Phnom Penh Workshop. 

Thus was how confirmations were secured for the Jakarta Assembly and a draft framework agreement for an editorial review, accruals, and a style guide was authenticated. 

The arbitration took off despite the revocation of social protection due to an unresponsive system and while the internet was down, a lively chat purged the inbox to initiate the process for a final assessment.   

In Bakal 2, a medical reimbursement was paid for with pritong tilapia, Alfamart siomai, overdone SNR steak, and crunchy chicharong baboy.

The Central Bank's assignment of a handling officer ushered adaptation to the reality of coping with the implications of disputed fraudulent transactions.

THE PHNOM PENH DINNERS

There was a a monk who bestowed a cowl upon a shivering worker, a hooligan shaped by hip-hop culture as a symbol of isolation, an emblem of the Unabomber and Mark Zuckerberg.

The Hoodie is in the hood to power a future shaped by people, to protect them from intense solar radiation amidst a challenge against an evaluation that required adjudication as published in recycled notebooks.  

Blue is indeed a warm color, almost a grilled fish and gut salad, nutty like the Russian Market on a mid-afternoon that ignited a bonfire of frogs and pork belly in the streets of Phnom Penh on the night when a climate initiative was finally grasped.

From a fire drill emerged barbecued offal and an updated charter, the evolution of a staffing covenant that was reviewed with a supervisor before the day's finale of grilled beef and pork ribs.

With the announcement of the annual plan's approval and the arrival of the business development counsel, cigarettes were sold by the stick at Hotel Cambodiana for the price of a Khmer steak, steamed fish, and fried corn in a cosmos of skyscrappers and monuments. 

Craft beer and cheeseburgers were tucked between royal Khmer lunches of the Phnom Penh Workshop where Scenario B was signed-off with a Tim Tam prize and a condensed policy brief on financing coal phase-out, enough wins to justify another dinner between heaven and earth a few hours before a half-full plane took off for Manila.

The banks were on mute, the scent of a woman from PR 2622 lingered in the bus to Bakal 2, a flat tire responded to a fire alarm in Munoz...