We were 1000 Miles from Christmas, not in the small village of Valverde or to escape from A Storm for Christmas because that happened in Oslo, nor were we running away from Christmas Land and Christmas on Mistletoe Farm in Cobbledon or wishing for a A Christmas Miracle for Daisy in Montana.
We were on an El Camino Christmas travelling 353 kilometers from Singapore to Kuala Lumpur on Christmas day where I was again happily Shooting Churches (mosques and temples), Eating Noodles (char siew+roasted pork+beef brisket noodles, hor fun, curry chicken bee hon, fried kway teow mee, pork noodle, fishball noodle, roast duck noodle, Hookien mee, seashell noodle).
That was The Roundup and the sisig, balut and tuna sashimi that led out 2022 while reheated lechon belly and deep fried mushrooms welcomed 2023 with a bowl of uncooked rice adorned with 20-peso coins and a red egg.
But the Lodge has become a Glass Onion, A Knives Out Mystery where friendship was sacrificed for the farce intramurals of Alice in Wonderland in the year of The Snowman and a night of day-old sisig and microwaved frozen ham.
Ngayon Kaya?
Will the The Takeover be construed by Sue Perkins to be Perfectly Legal like the The Pale Blue Eye of a bland litsong baka, a delicate litsong baboy, coagulating pinispisan and tinumis, and a shivering kalderetang kambing that were seasoned with a barrage of Johnny Walker Black and the cold wind of January 7?
Across 5 days, the Phantom Biker led out the tired Tiger to get lost in the biking trails of Munoz, San Jose, Lupao, Guimba and Sto. Domingo so the arriving Rabbit can fearlessly frolic in its place, although the Tiger can always smell its way to the Rabbit to devour it, and the Rabbit can always run away...
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