The partnership was stuck.
So I took over as I always do and moved the ToR at supersonic speed as should be done, fast enough to also suck an MOU and next week's partnership assessment in its wake.
I make things happen.
Like pairing sweet moscato with leftover bopis or hard beer with creamy catfish sisig, shanghaied Siluriformes, crisp samgyupsal and an unconventional omelette in Bakal 2.
They all made their bids known.
Vientiane indicated a budget, Phnom Penh called, Chicago sent a message, the countries said there is a way but still, the future hangs in limbo like the requested TA to Jakarta.
But the tempered glass is breaking.
And this is when rare exceptionalism should rise from mediocrity to be digitally transformed from a savory chicken powerpoint into a deboned crispy pata.
There is no birthday but a wedding.
Because those who want me are waiting for the chef to whip out a wedding kaldereta instead of bearing with a birthday policy that was supposed to happen but should not.
Four days into exit month.
And after 7 breakfast runs, it was decided that the 38th year of people power will be skipped for a mid-afternoon dream of a lotto jackpot win or the jueteng mother lode.
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