ANATOMY OF A NIGHTMARE

Moday's forecast was the sun will shine like ramen eggs bathing in a bowl of Tantanmen amidst a myriad of readiness appraissals and a consultancy roll out, sterile like hallways of antiseptic baths for the morning parade to the operating theater and an annual work planning workshop until Tueday's declaration of a touch-and-go situation evicted a comatose procession from Room 2002 to a dark uncertain night.

Let us pray said the thoraic surgeon.

The portkeys of heaven at the Anglican Cathedral of St. Mary & St. John and St. Luke the Physician's Chapel were stormed with desperate pleas, sincere petitions for the deities' compassion who on Wednesday morning intervened through a faint wave of recognition to usher The Awakening from unintelligible scrawls and gestures to a familar script that on Thursday were liberated from the restraint of intravenous lines. 

In the aftermath of a 10-minute brush with near-death, a pair of  specters descended to secure ICU 2 and offered comfort that resuscitated neurons and nephrons to functional normalcy. 

This was the story told on Friday night and by Saturday morning, the dark nights of Tower 2 (19M, 27P, 17L) metamorphosed into hazy but brigther days in Tower 3 (24Z) with the taming of the hypotension and extubation from the breathing machine. 

A brave strong heart noted the cardiologist.

From relieved hearts, an outpouring of grateful prayers were coursed through heaven's portkeys by a gathering of Carmelians at the National Shrine of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel, an Episcopalian mass at the Cathedral of St. Mary & St. John, and four lighted candles for supplication at the Santuario de San Ezekiel Moreno.

It was a nightmare with limited visistation hours (9-10 am, 6-8 pm) but faith in the deities, prayers from family and friends, and the welcome distraction of drafting a communications plan that was circulated as guidelines for partnership management pushed forward the first payments to Manila, Jakarta, and a consultant immensely helped us to pull through...

THE MATRIX (Bakal 2 Edition)

Ours is a digital rain of Yin and Yang forces.

Opposing yet complementary, like the eternal struggle between night and day.

A symbiosis of Kana characters and Latin symbols, like men and women. 

An endless loop of a death@71 and a birthday@62 in Cabanatuan...

In the CodeScene for the Phantom Biker, emails were responded to and remote meetings convened in Phnom Penh as dscussed in chat box conversations with Melbourne about a proposed assembly in Manila that will address matters related to a one-stop shop on first payments, the provisions of which, as indicated in a consultancy covenant transcribed in Bahasa Melayu and Bahasa Indonesia, will ship a cybernaut instrument to Nairobi.

Year 4 is a work plan that executed the second submission of Year 3 reports to hopefully unlock Step 5 through leisurely rides in the wet roads of Bakal 1, Kukusim, Mapak-ol , Korokan, Purok 5, and Bakal 3.     

Outlook is now powering iPhone 16 ever since the news broke out that Millenum Harvest is being felled by bills payment.

That's when Ateng's Garden's green screen blinked with computer codes for tinumis and sisig, litsong manok and pinakbet, pork barbecue and popcorn, dinakdakan, and a makeover... 

INTO THE STORM, AGAIN (How We Scaled Senate Room 527)

Unfortunate maybe but not orphaned nor rejected. 

Thus was how a low pressure area morphed into Tropical Depression Isang as the prognosis of a recurrence marked "worrisome" was conveyed, bringing us back to Baguio during the time of of Typhoon Carina.

Just the same, we prayed for the intercession of Our Lady of the Abandoned (circa 1720), amplifying last year's pleadings to Our Lady of Atonement (circa 1920).

[This while a financing agreement and refund in Jakarta eased the slightly delayed subbmission of a narrative report to Melbourne that concluded the partnership agreement for Kuala Lumpur and resolved a foreign exchange loss in Manila because yogurt was served during a weekly catch up on images of a certain Diane from the past, a replacement for the dead motherboard and tired exhaust fan displayed at a bankteller's counter in Cabanatuan.]

Both baliwag Transit and Victory Liner skipped the mandatory checkpoint in Dau to call in an Admission Order after the last two remaining claims were settled to usher a new request for a Guarantee Letter.   

[The inbox was wiped clean despite a deluge of online correspondence on social protection under the sponsorship of Our Lady of the Orange Top, patron to those who partially pay credit card billing statements that were printed in a draft consultancy contract from Kathmandu, to them who initiated their first request for reimbursement, and to us who are required to aassess amd update the system.]

There were apples and popcorn, tokwa't baboy and fried tilapia, fake wine and beer, and the Phantom Buker's conquest of the Riverside in Bakal 2 via the Jose W. Diokno Bulevard in Pasay.

We got in through a portkey at the second floor security check of the GSIS Building, and were led from crowded elevators to Room 527 that is actually a cornucopia 6 huge ramen bowls of Tonkatsu, TanTanMen, Shio, Shoyu, Miso, and Soba that surprisingly tasted like grilled squid and tuna belly garnished with a selection of parfaits and sundaes.  

Despite an encounter with the wolf snake and a hurried funeral in Talavera, the impact of the impending second storm is somewhat subdued compared to last year's,  harsh still but subtle enough to justify a few sips of warm but real beer from a plastic cup in Bantug after the near beers were gone...