I realized after three days that an outcome statement is actually the topic sentence of a paragraph or the thesis statement of an essay, and that no one in the group is aware that I ate key result areas and performance indicators for breakfast, snacked on PERT/CPM and logframes, and had the whole cycle of strategic planning rammed down my throath in a month-long forced skilling/capacitation project during my tenure as a PME Associate.
A forgettable lamb kebab at Behrouz announced the reaping and with 4 days of halal lunch to age the outcome to be harvested, dinners were splurged on diarrhetic lechon at Leonardo's, fake dinakdakan at Colasa's, crunchy fried pork ribs at Delicious, a dismal sisig sampler for a finale at Mesa, and the week's first craft beer at Kandle stealing a night in Binondo to satisfy the craving for forbidden flesh.
The outcomes ripened nicely and were finally harvested on Friday with Pierre's superb all-Filipino craft beer line up softening the next day's dismantling of a MEL Framework that seems lost in the universe of a complex program, and that finally brought me home for a dinner of deep fried pork belly and boiled okra to celebrate 22 years of marriage.
The possible outcome of an impending war of the roses will be harvested in next year's schismatic session, and that I conjure while sipping on warm diluted brandy, gorging on cold lechon and winning a sack of rice in the raffle draw of a boring Christmas party.
A forgettable lamb kebab at Behrouz announced the reaping and with 4 days of halal lunch to age the outcome to be harvested, dinners were splurged on diarrhetic lechon at Leonardo's, fake dinakdakan at Colasa's, crunchy fried pork ribs at Delicious, a dismal sisig sampler for a finale at Mesa, and the week's first craft beer at Kandle stealing a night in Binondo to satisfy the craving for forbidden flesh.
The outcomes ripened nicely and were finally harvested on Friday with Pierre's superb all-Filipino craft beer line up softening the next day's dismantling of a MEL Framework that seems lost in the universe of a complex program, and that finally brought me home for a dinner of deep fried pork belly and boiled okra to celebrate 22 years of marriage.
The possible outcome of an impending war of the roses will be harvested in next year's schismatic session, and that I conjure while sipping on warm diluted brandy, gorging on cold lechon and winning a sack of rice in the raffle draw of a boring Christmas party.
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