Monday, October 13, 2025

SOLAR PANELS OF OUR MINDS (Breaking Out of Phnom Penh)

Pursat is the Middle Kingdom of 10 solar panels that was redacted in the minutes of the Monday meetings.

From the silhouette of its Kravanh Mountains, boiled leaves were harvested by Khmer Rouge stragglers that were marinated in Pursat's version of the prahok ktis and served as a unique wild cardamom soup with a fish roe garnish that hinted of Monday's pangat na hito and per diem resolution. 

Kampong Chhnang is the New Kingdom with only 6 solar panels, the manifestations of a digital rights review and a sustainable housing discussion.

A day before, huge pots of Khor Bourguignon adorned its pavements where fair finance was debated as either an attrition against credit card debts or topping up three bank accounts while in a nearby canopy, a committee of nubiles carried stacks of potted eel stew and 9 cans of beer on their nimble heads.   




Battambang is the Old Kingdom with 18 solar panels granted from Mao Tse Tung Boulevard where the Ironman of Bakal 2 chaired a caucus.


There, cows graze in flooded ricefields before being herded by a lost stick into plates of delicate Khmer steak and crispy fresh corn, antecedants to a famous bowl of savory yellow pork noodles that transformed into a Khmer-style spicy papaya salad and omelette at a tropical garden near the pumping station. 


Muddy and rugged were the the roads to the solar panels of Cambodia, somber as the monologue of a commune chief and the daily ritual for morning alms, poignant as the children bathing and catching fish in the irrigation ditches, and seductive like a pasenger of PR 2621 flashing the outline of her underwear beneath flimsy white pants to steal the thunder from the shine of the new Techo International Airport and a classy hotel transfer.



The long rip back to Phnom Penh was punctuated by roadside snack of grilled fish paste and boiled rice noodles in lieu of a doubtful farewell dinner.

Instead, the Russian Market laid out a curbside feast of crabs, shrimp, squid, salmon fins, and sea snails while the Grab driver waits somewhere.  

PR 2262 was on time but did not serve wine.

Back in Manila, the blessings of Our Ladies of Remedies in Malate and of the Holy Rosary of La Naval de Manila were implored for the day's nasoendoscopy after an early morning reunion at the Salcedo Saturday Market... 


Monday, October 06, 2025

THE BANGKOK CLIMATE ACTION WEEK

Hot gasses must be banished to save the world from hell.

So I came, I spoke, I moderated after 3.5 months of self-imposed seclusion at home that was long enough to render a pre-boarding sleepless night in Bakal 2 and a diarrheic episode at Panay Avenue.


"We must elevate justice principles and community voices in transboundary energy transition financing," I told the Monday meetings at the airport, adding that "We need to strengthen the alignment of financial institutions with climate commitments".

What I did not tell them is beer will be the liquid rice accompaniment to Aree Seafood's grilled salted tilapia and Soi Polo's Michelin-listed fried chichen, and to perk up a boring networking cocktail reception at the Conrad Hotel.  

In Bangkok, the inbox opens every morning and in each episode, complicated procurements were slowly untangled, a report was polished for review and sign-off, and another flight booked, among others, before engaging the running track of of the Benchakitti Forest Park for the benefit of climate justice, for the last bowl of Tomyum Noodle Soup before the Ploenchit Market closes down at 2 pm, and for the first serving of crispy prok belly as the stalls opened at the Rangnam Market at 5 pm.




A digital arrival card was unexpected but the makeshift kitchens in the streets of Bangkok look and smell the same where hawkers scurry in preparing an 8-course Thai welcome dinner for the horde at Baan Glom Gig who were being prepped for the execution of a 2026 Flagship Activities Masterplan. 


Rangnam turned out to be a fluke, some place at the Victory Monument BTS Station where I used to buy crispy pork, sticky rice, and sweet Thai coffee for breakfast.

The Isan food stall in front of the gas station that is being demolished is gone, so are the pork rib noodles and dancing shrimp vendors. 

Free airconditioned air and wifi wafted from a King Power Duty Free Shop but I did not pass through 6 BTS stations for that. 




I should have taken the train to Yaowarat or walked to Silom.

But the Grab driver already dropped me at a self check-in kiosk that opened the E-gates of Suvarnabhumi Airport. 

A ligtning alert took the duration of a Conclave but there was enough time to catch a first class bus to Bakal 2 where the remaining credit card and phone bill payments wre finally transacted...

Monday, September 29, 2025

THE SPECIALISTS

The CARDIOLOGIST confirmed the itinerary to Kampong ChhnangPursat, and  Battambang before elevating to the 11th floor: "The walkie-talkie is back in Angeles City so my support role is done. The first payment though got stuck in Phnom Penh but you can continue with your prescriptions from the Heart of Jesus".

The ONCOLOGIST observed a diminished and  abbreviated Monday meeting while arranging donation cans: "Indeed, the chief planning officer is benign so I will cancel the next-generation sequencing since the donation from California has been transacted. You will have your 4th scan after 3 months".  

The THORACIC SURGEON reviewed then endorsed a policy brief from Kuala Lumpur: "Your lungs were inflamed. We are thankful for your good progress, our answered prayers, and the evolving case studies. Today is Padre Pio's feast day. I will check on you again after 3 months".

At the 2nd floor chapel, she communed with the images of Padre Pio and Our Lady of Gudalupe who kept her company in the ICU.

She gazed at the rising sun from the balcony of 17E in Tower 1, grateful for a new day and perplexed why Monday's happy lechon spoiled so quickly.


 
The OTOLARYNGOLOGIST responded to a network request before completing the confederation's one program report for Asia: "We need to perform a rhinoscopy in October to secure a hotel booking and a session plan in Bangkok".

The HEMATOLOGIST smelled of high precision blood works from San Jose City: "You (to Bulan) drove through the rain but we can only determine thalassemia after 3 months.    

Chapter 4 of an inequality report was listed as either a burger breakfast, braised beef noodle soup and dimsum, classic pancake, a cheesy patty, or menudo.

The Phantom Biker sneaked a quickie to the alterator before Cigna's denial of "own travel" and accommodation costs in lieu of the Thursday Group's interpretations of the lechon as a sashimi and chicken inasal from an Entered Apprentice.