RIMMING BORDERS

Crispy pata, sweet and sour fish, bulalo, pancit canton, honey fried chicken, and lumpiang shanghai before choking on a halo-halo.

That was the Aristocrat's pre-departure lunch in Malate to conclude two virtual meetings on the road and a quick stop for B who finally realized his Grade 1 wish of visiting Luneta two days after chopping coconut fruits in Laur.

Grilled tilapia and liempo, pancit malabon, sinampalukang manok, two cases of Red Horse extra strong beer and a bottle of Alfonso brandy.

There was no confirmation of a boarding but according to FlightAware, a plane took off early from Manila as EY 423 to Abu Dhabi's AUH and arrived late as EY 81 at Milan MPX.

Grilled esnaymada and hot chocolate at Mary Grace, beef mami and pork chao fan at Chowking . 

Rimming is not Pornhub's legacy but punching through the boundaries of Lupao-Munoz in Mapangpang, Guimba-Munoz in Culong, and Talavera-Sto. Domingo in Bagong Silang.

Spicy dilis and peanuts, dinakdakan and dinuguan for the-dog-who-nicked, inantala and turon on Sunday.

A provocative pregnant storekeeper bended over for a match, used candies for change in lireu of a failed head in Cabanatuan, and might possibly be the new MILF of Bakal 2. 

Adobong mani, steamed oysters, fried red snapper, and baked pork ribs before a deluge that flooded Franza.

The Iron Man paid his quarterlies in Cabanatuan after having the Lao OPB signed-off during the ASEAN Summits in Vientiane that also listed a comms induction from Phnom Penh and a general assembly in Manila as side events in a panel discussion on a decolonial feminist climate justice seed fund despite MT's days off in Louisiana and DM's request for a rescheduling, enough for Mr. D to convey that a second round bounced off the rim, for Ms.  A to receive a ringless consultancy proposal, and for a job decription edited to likely push two more years through the borders.

17-22 was drawn and it was a close shave!

THE LAST DOSE

MJ did not dance on San Geronimo's feast to celebrate the third and last anti-rabies shot.

[Baloc chocked of cheap merchadise as the throng in Munoz sought subsidized relief from cat bites.] 

MT in Mexico City, G-JET signed off for the ASEAN, a September billing acknowledged in Bali.  

[Virtual payments and plastic cards, Balong's first ever shave for the Nonna from Milan.]

TV cruficied with a Lao OPB --- his ticket to Manila where an ASEAN JET flew over Asia Pacific.

[Iron Man is the Water Boy, a Chef who RAN to a first TCF interview before October is advertised.]  

There was devotion in Baloc, breakfast in CLSU, an incursion in Lupao, a bike fix in Guimba. 

[Oplan SCM-CSWDO delivered with a market raid of fried tilapia, red eggs, and classic Chippy .] 

The Lodge was opened on Saturday but will it be Phnom Penh, Singapore or Washinton DC?

[It may be the last shot and the last bottle of the first week but certainly not for post-November 23.]

4 BARONGS AND A BLACK TROUSER IN VIENTIANE

Beneath the office dress and maroon Barong #1 is a black biking chamois.

Thus was how LM's double  showed off in Vientiane on the last day of the antacid and a debrief.

Perhaps Lao Plaza Hotel's wine-beer concoction and a lost phial of Tomilol helped ease a suspected case of indigestion but not the ennui of the 7th ASEAN Inclusive Business Forum and the rains that devoured the spires of Pha That Luang and Patuxai. 

Thus was how the farts disapppeared after blue Barong #2 chased OPlan Guimba to Melbourne and Stockholm where TCF's first interview invitation was stamped in a stew of Lao Beer, eel, carp and beef from the receding floodwaters of the Mekong River.

On Wednesday, green Barong #3 was presented with a silk scarf from the Lao Women's Union along Thadeua Road and cute sweet oranges from the Lao Federation of Tade Unions in Saylom Road.

Thus was how two young interns came up with the idea of pairing heavenly fried pork ribs with Khop Chai Deu's whiskey-beer mix from hell. 

The Ministry of Energy and Mines cancelled in lieu of the National Convention Center's 24th ASEAN Energy Business Forum's humdrum of somniferous speeches that were salvaged by a prominently displayed company logo, my gray Barong #4, and an eerie mash-up of scotch whiskey, French liquer and Chilean red wine from the Houseplant somewhere near Rue Dongpayna.

Thus was how the farts burried in Seat 43Jof TG 571 were resurrected in TG 574, maybe because LM's doppelganger spurned a monologue somewhere in the Downtown Vientiane area that might have triggered a gastrocolic reflex due to what can be an irritable bowel syndrome before transiting to PR 737 in Bangkok.

 

I spent 2.30 hours at Wattay International Airport for a 1.20-hour flight to Suvarnabhumi International Airporrt, killed 3.10 hours there before a 3.30-hour flight to the Ninoy Aquino International Airport, and battled Candy Crush for 1.30 hours at a bus station before the final 4.30-hour bus ride to a Sunday mass in CLSU.

Total number of hours for the return trip: 16.30 hours.

Total number of Barongs wore: 4.

Tottal number of black trouser paired with the Barongs: 1.

I like Vientiane  but getting in and out is taking so much time!