A DEFINITION F TERMS

HOGWARTS: A minster of memories and magic where fantastic beasts played mahjong games, laid double yolk eggs,  and curdle milk in a leather suitcase under an ancient tree that cleaved the entrance to a bazaar of pork adobo and salted red eggs.  

CONCEPT NOTE: A summary document, distilled from Bali and Phnom Penh, being prepared with the primary intention of extending HMO coverage beyond 2027.

INCEPTION REPORT: A robust evaluation blueprint that was scrutinized on how it will inform the concept note above.  

WEEKLY CATCH-UPS: Recurring Monday and Tuesday work and proof-of-life checks as required for the validation of a graduate school ID.

ROUNDTABLE DISCUSSION: A charcuterie of how AI may help women pursue STEM careers served in the penthouse of a luxury residential skyscrapper after a lunch of Texas pork ribs that was marinated in a final urinalysis sample.  

KEY NFORMANT INTERVIEW: A session on science diplomacy with a research assistant who sounded like a masculine robot programmed to prepare mandatory reports for the first quarter.

PAYMENT REQUEST: An investment topped up to support a shoe repair, enable a a bank deposit, order 3 gallons of drinking water, and extract a tube of chicken stock.

WEBINAR: A live virtual senminar on climate inequality and the emerging Anatolya landscape while preparing a bar chow of tapang usa, lumpia, and canned mackerel.

THE PHANTOM BIKER: A wayfarer discreetly planting organic packages near the power plant disguised as an eco bag of vegetables and fish from the market. 

OF BIKES AND BEER

The python bit into a tray of pinakbet and was sashimi-ed by men with funny caps...

...to fete The Water Boy who wrapped two mandatory sessions of E-Learning in a payment request submission...

...while being chased by ducks, dogs, and humans littering a morning routine of dead ends on Pchum Ben Day...

..that smelled like a dentist's clinic and the rotting motorbike parts emailed one piece each day to a team meeting in Bangkok...

...to inform the overseer of an emerging budget redeployment for the contract renewal of a draft preliminary report...

...about AI and women and how a key informant on science diplomacy can sustian one's self as foretold in a concept note about an absent host...   

...who explained that reinforced concrete design is not a tough adobong atay but more like a flaky pinangat na tilapia and a stringy litsong manok...

...packaged as a famous longganisa that were offered to the concelebrants of the Chaplaincy...

...before a late breakfast near where the best ever skin flute was played to an audience of inihaw na tilapia and ham scraps.

BANGKOK ON A VISA

"I'll see what I can do" said The Voice, 30 minutes before the embassy closed down for the day.

She came through at 5:02 pm after a brutal day at the freezing halls of an Imeldific floating volume of concrete where support for gender equality in the energy transition was expounded.

It was a huge relief, a comforting bowl of Nagoya pork ramen with raw sea urchin gonads on the side. 

That evening, a carnal dream fidgetted with darkness so intense it induced a specialized travel pouch tucked in a hotel safe and a leather satchel entrusted at the airport lavatory to squirt the detailed outline of the game plan in Bangkok for a recipe of a heavenly Tom Yum soup with a platter of Moo Pad Prik that cheered a roadside parade of red plastic chairs and tables.

The Virtuous appeared confused and Miss Universe has not slept in the last 2 days.

Thus was how The Moderator stepped into the 7th floor of Chulalongkorn University to ease a roundtable about the equitable extraction of critical minerals before slipping out for an appraisal on strategic business develoment in a virtual longtable of Moo Grob and Sai Ua that extended down to the basement of the Siam Center. 

The inbox was mined at the breakfast buffet of the Mandarin Hotel where misplaced phones are also displayed.

Aid diversion, terrorist screening, fraud control, and forex losses were in the menu.

The Rubenesque Volunteer watched over an inception meeting as the working girls of Nana argued about phasing out fossil fuels, loud enough to disorient the trains that run on Phad Thai and Leng Saeb.

Back at Chula, qoutes were extracted from long speeches.

"An Asia that should be for everyone" echoed during the long walk back to reveal curvaceous and buxom blurs.

The sky finally cried as forecasted, and rained with Moo Sam Chan Tod Nam Pla and what is called a condensed egg.

The visa is good until January 2027 but for a single entry only. 

So complimentary drinks, noodles, and a fruit basket were packed but a slab of expensive swiss chocolate was left in the fridge for the barefoot housekeeper.

At the Suvarnabhumi Airport, I was tempted to invite the most exquisite natural beauty I've encountered to share a lunch of bananas. 

But I got distracted by The Mature-ILF so no, I don't actually need a visa to Bangkok for the next trip. 

Said so our tattooed barkeep in Bakal 2.