There were the usual Docusign requests and a couple of sign-offs.
The delegation to the Bretton Woods annual meeting in Bangkok was finalized but I'll be representing in September instead of October as a possible pink badge pulled me closer to Anatolya, a consolation for missing a workshop in Singapore that could have spiced up a boring regional meeting.
The assigned collection agency was relentless but I've made my last payment and they will get nothing because Killing Eve during an Interview with the Vampire detonated Macondo.
A loan was remitted and brunch, as assigned to the boys, turned out to be chewy French lamb shank, delicate Hainanese chicken, and tender American roast beef.
Through all that, the Monday meetings were spiced with crunchy dilis that smelled like fried tilapia stuffed with boiled peaputs and litsong manok then steamed in the way of siopao, siomai, and the purging of an inbox.
Apprently, a certain universal bank is a farce but another was able to email an assessment; old shoes were restored and a new debit card activated wth two insurance policies; digital departure and and arrival cards were inscribed in domestic chores as a reimbursement carried the Phantom Biker through the Bakal 1-3 loop into the market and a Jollibee breakfast.
The eye and skin doctors of San Jose melted into the crowd of the Legazpi Sunday Market so we took off to offer our prayers and gratitude to our patron at Our Lady of Guadalupe's National Shrine before placing our weekly lotto bet and crawling through a flooded highway.
The Grab driver can't find the hotel lobby so I asked to be dropped off by the street, walked around with my luggage, found it and checked-in, before bearing with a bullshit 7-11 microwaved dinner for my first meal in Bangkok after a long while.







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