SOLAR PANELS OF OUR MINDS (Breaking Out of Phnom Penh)

Pursat is the Middle Kingdom of 10 solar panels that was redacted in the minutes of the Monday meetings.

From the silhouette of its Kravanh Mountains, boiled leaves were harvested by Khmer Rouge stragglers that were marinated in Pursat's version of the prahok ktis and served as a unique wild cardamom soup with a fish roe garnish that hinted of Monday's pangat na hito and per diem resolution. 

Kampong Chhnang is the New Kingdom with only 6 solar panels, the manifestations of a digital rights review and a sustainable housing discussion.

A day before, huge pots of Khor Bourguignon adorned its pavements where fair finance was debated as either an attrition against credit card debts or topping up three bank accounts while in a nearby canopy, a committee of nubiles carried stacks of potted eel stew and 9 cans of beer on their nimble heads.   

Battambang is the Old Kingdom with 18 solar panels granted from Mao Tse Tung Boulevard where the Ironman of Bakal 2 chaired a caucus.

There, cows graze in flooded ricefields before being herded by a lost stick into plates of delicate Khmer steak and crispy fresh corn, antecedants to a famous bowl of savory yellow pork noodles that transformed into a Khmer-style spicy papaya salad and omelette at a tropical garden near the pumping station. 

Muddy and rugged were the the roads to the solar panels of Cambodia, somber as the monologue of a commune chief and the daily ritual for morning alms, poignant as the children bathing and catching fish in the irrigation ditches, and seductive like a pasenger of PR 2621 flashing the outline of her underwear beneath flimsy white pants to steal the thunder from the shine of the new Techo International Airport and a classy hotel transfer.

The long rip back to Phnom Penh was punctuated by roadside snack of grilled fish paste and boiled rice noodles in lieu of a doubtful farewell dinner.

Instead, the Russian Market laid out a curbside feast of crabs, shrimp, squid, salmon fins, and sea snails while the Grab driver waits somewhere.  

PR 2262 was on time but did not serve wine.

Back in Manila, the blessings of Our Ladies of Remedies in Malate and of the Holy Rosary of La Naval de Manila were implored for the day's nasoendoscopy after an early morning reunion at the Salcedo Saturday Market... 

THE SPECIALISTS

The CARDIOLOGIST confirmed the itinerary to Kampong Chhnang, Pursat, and  Battambang before elevating to the 11th floor: "The walkie-talkie is back in Angeles City so my support role is done. The first payment though got stuck in Phnom Penh but you can continue with your prescriptions from the Heart of Jesus".

The ONCOLOGIST observed a diminished and  abbreviated Monday meeting while arranging donation cans: "Indeed, the chief planning officer is benign so I will cancel the next-generation sequencing since the donation from California has been transacted. You will have your 4th scan after 3 months".  

The THORACIC SURGEON reviewed then endorsed a policy brief from Kuala Lumpur: "Your lungs were inflamed. We are thankful for your good progress, our answered prayers, and the evolving case studies. Today is Padre Pio's feast day. I will check on you again after 3 months".

At the 2nd floor chapel, she communed with the images of Padre Pio and Our Lady of Gudalupe who kept her company in the ICU.

She gazed at the rising sun from the balcony of 17E in Tower 1, grateful for a new day and perplexed why Monday's happy lechon spoiled so quickly.

 

The OTOLARYNGOLOGIST responded to a network request before completing the confederation's one program report for Asia: "We need to perform a rhinoscopy in October to secure a hotel booking and a session plan in Bangkok".

The HEMATOLOGIST smelled of high precision blood works from San Jose City: "You (to Bulan) drove through the rain but we can only determine thalassemia after 3 months.    

Chapter 4 of an inequality report was listed as either a burger breakfast, braised beef noodle soup and dimsum, classic pancake, a cheesy patty, or menudo.

The Phantom Biker sneaked a quickie to the alterator before Cigna's denial of "own travel" and accommodation costs in lieu of the Thursday Group's interpretations of the lechon as a sashimi and chicken inasal from an Entered Apprentice.

DAYS OF THE MENDING

The Bangkok and Phnom Penh meetings were locked in. 

Climate finance commitments will be aligned with the stars to reconfigure three meetings, a field vist, and a team dinner.

A side hustle in Kuala Lumpur between two more Thai engagements is taking shape.  

One final glimpse of the Canberra reports exposed the signed guidelines and a committed support package for Jakarta.

Monday's shuffle progressed into Saturday's steady strides.

Black Velvet celebrated an employment eligibility.

A petite eye doctor threw pink shoes at managed healthcare.

Near beer, pizza, and chicharon fell an ancient molar.

Absence monitoring, workforce management, and a single source solution are the Signs of Change.

Case researches were elevated into an inclusive nexus for just energy transition that was explored and probed in Manila.

Payment was requested for cleansing electronic folders and organizing vistual boxes during the Monday meetings.

The troika of the Ironman, the Chef, and the Caregiver prays as the Phantom Biker for the complete mending of a Braveheart...

BRAVEHEART

The Grim Reaper hovered to sqeeze her soul.

It was almost over but her heart, reinforced with prayers and aided by the spirits of her father and brother, fought back with great courage and determination.

Not yet, and thus was how the intubated who lived and the comatose who woke up broke free from a feeding tube and the shackles of a urinary catheter and an intercostal drain to liberate free air from the suffocation of a venturi mask and regain composure from the beeping noise of a multiparameter monitor; strong and valiant in the face of danger and adversity that rendered a central line, a sequential compression device, and incontinence pads moot and academic.

He wanted to but why can't he cry hard enough? 

Perhaps it was the stone hearted pragmatism that, throughout the ordeal, delivered a communications work plan to nudge a Dutch email account, resolve the remaining financial agreement, and secured slots for Jakarta at Bangkok's Climate Action Week and Kuala Lumpur's Energy-Business Forum, provisions that justified the launch of a multi-country program practitioners guide and the first engagement with a digital economy framework agreement. 

He remained level-headed in the Monday meetings, tranquil and collected in responding to Manila's proposed presentation, drafting an agenda for Phnom Penh, and DocuSigning requests for payment. 

But resoluteness is just a facade, a survival mechanism, his heart's pleadings and gratitude known only to the deities, his most sincere and vulnerable moments exposed only in heaven's portkeys.

Like on Friday morning at the National Shrine of Our Lady of Lourdes. 

Their eldest might have missed the surgical staple extraction and spyrometer exercise in Room 6200 but his daily post-ICU hustles from Tower 2 (10L) and Tower 3 (22V) revealed a steady and reliable heart that kept the refrigerated ginisang monggo and nilagang baboy from Bakal 2 warm and delectable. 

On Friday afternoon, the last of a phalanx of doctors signed the discharge papers at a cost of P17,640.20 in lieu of P2,603,453.40.

We have relieved happy hearts, grateful for her brave heart that pulled us through: she had a face-off with a flatline and prevailed.

Somewhere up there, the deities heeded our prayers and smiled kindly on us. 

Back in Bakal 2, the Samara Suntrust skyline faded into flavors of near beers paired with litsong manok and sinigang na ulo ng salmon, and a smorgasbord of dinakdakan, pocorns, luncheon meet, tinumis, bopis and the first of early morning walk exercises...

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 TWIN RED LINES

The massive firewall of sodium ascorbate zinc, K95 masks, 70% solution ethyl alcohol and self-induced demophobia was breached when Agent SARS-CoV-2 exposed the MILF from Bakal 2 as the woman with just one navel whose sultriness ignited a slight itch in the throath and a minor cough that failed to raise a mediocre sisig and leftover rellenong bangus from the aftermath of Super Typhoon Karding.  

Everything is confirmed --- from PR 521 to an expected reunion with Phnom Penh's refurbished Frangipani Royal Palace Hotel and Spa, to K6 105 for a much anticipated weekend bike tour in Siem Reap --- when two thin red lines manifested prior to a morning shower and the bus ride to Manila triggering an alarm that locked all the doors of the house in Bakal 2.

The Gentlemen who owns all cannabis farms in the United Kingdom: "The carrier is fortified by a super strength skunk that the airline pilot from business class smuggled into Suvarnabhumi Airport's Miracle Lounge". 

The Perfumier from Germany without a sense of smell: "The source is a vial of love perfume whose seductive power was unleashed by the flight attendant of PR 736 who intentionally crushed her pubic region into the arm that dangled from Seat 32H".

Lou, a renegade CIA operative who disappeared somewhere in the Pacific Northwest: "It's the Golden Girl whose son puked on the aisle of Golden Bee Bus 0112 or I'll shot myself in the mouth, Sherrif Rankin too and all the deer in Orcas Island".    

Such is A Jazzman's Blues when time passes through a computer screen in Hopewell, when the world slowly spin from a barred and screened bedroom window in Georgia, when three shots of Hexetidine Bactidol plus two puffs of Salbutamol + Ipratropium Bromide and a dose of Montelukast Levocetirizine make up for the cheap brandy and extra strong beer of Tuesdays and Thursdays in Bakal 2. 

Santo, after being unmasked in Madrid as a prominent transgender in Salvador de Bahia under the name of Barbara: "I Used to Be Famous in London. I ride my bike every morning, I go to the market every Sunday, I drink with my neighbors every now and then. Now, Netflix is my only window to the world".  

Meanhwile in Paris, a firestorm consumed the howling mob of Athena but spared The Shack and the people who talked in whispers on how Frangipani's breakfast sausage was wrapped in an Outcome Harvesting Report and delivered by bicycle to a Friday videoke party at Pub Street where lyrics on just energy transition and inclusive business were harvested as digital tools against two fading red lines...    

LIBERATION

The Bonfire of Destiny raged untended as the battle of the Vuelta's fast men shifted from Burgos and Albacete to Molina de Aragon and La Manga del Mal Menor before the climbers were unleashed in the slopes of Picon Blanco and Balcon di Alicante, the maillot rojo changing hands in Alto de Cullera and staying put in Alto de Velefique as the virus was excised through C-section in Season 2 by The Good Doctor in his first ever surgery with a Good Doctor from Seoul assisting in Episodes 11-15 who also castrated Dr. Jackson Han's ego and Dr. Kim Do-han's temper in the process. 

Vuelta 2021 will skip upscale Madrid for the sake of Valeria's Castilianized Season 2 of "Sex and the City" with special appearances from the plucky women of Paris, Adrienne de Lenverpre and Alice de Jeansin of the French gentry with Rose Riviere representing the commoners, Val's pink nipples salved with a celebratory feast of gising-gising, tokwa't baboy, calamares and crispy pata in Bakal 2 to mark the end of quarantine.  

The Phantom Biker is free and the biking trails are his again, the Thursday Specials resurrected with an instant dinakdakan and an evening shower that stirred the hard teats of a pneumatic breast to press through a black dress that cracked open a downpour on Saturday night...

SUNDAY THE 13th

It was actually Si-on, The Good Doctor of San Jose St. Bonaventure Hospital, who harvested a viral RNA from the Gemini Man on the day of St. Alphonsus Maria de Liguori's death at the operating room of the Sungwon University Hospital where Shaun was cloned as a Good Doctor and designated as the assisting surgeon of Season 1.     

But Tony Lip is more than A Fortunate Man having lunched on KFC in Kentucky which teleported Dr. Sheldon Hawkes and Montana to New York City from Episode 16 of the Green Book where Don Shirley's piano concerti depicted a foursome in Copenhagen with Peter Sidenius, Lisbeth, Jakobe and Inger of Jutland as the main characters.  

They were outstanding surgeons but after 10 episodes, it was the diagnosis of The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind that sent Dr. Kim Do-han to Kusungu for an anger management therapy while in Bakal 2, St. Clare of Assisi performed the miracle of the Innova Rapid Antigen Test a day after she died, the single line next to "C" making up for two missed Thursdays with a hasty bowl of dinakdakan on a Saturday night when the dance of Corylus resumed.      

Elsewhere, Remco Evenepoel won a second rate tour in Frederiksberg on the same day that Primoz Roglic announced himself in Burgos for the 76th Vuelta a Espana to fete The Phantom Biker's recovery of his taste buds which resurrected the sugar in the tocino, the tartness of the sinigang and the pungence from the daing. 

On August 15, the Blessed Virgin Mary died and went to heaven, India proclaimed its independence, Janis Joplin performed at Woodstock, "The Wizard of Oz" premiered at Grauman's Chinese Theater, and Joao Almeida triumphed in Krakow to mark Pugad Baboy's 13th day of quarantine.         

THE 5TH DAY OF QUARANTINE

Ashin of the North sliced through Morocco's Blood Red Sky to face off with Nadja and the vampires who guard a garden of resurrection plants for The Unknown Saint in the Sahara Desert, overwhelmed but able to flee to Hanyang with a sprig that revived those who fell from the plague in the Kingdom of Baloc where the Crown Prince chased the Queen Consort through a reprise of Rurouni Kenshin and the The Beginning of Battosai's ballad about "This Little Love of Mine" which narrated a tragic love story in the village of Otsu along Sapphire Cove.

Chernobyl 1986 then detonated over Bakal 2 and to protect her Family History from the fallout, The Last Mercenary donned a double mask and unleashed the powers of The Mist to expunge the viral RNA from Pugad Baboy which have stolen flavors from the nilaga, bulalo, adobo, sinigang and ginisang monggo; piquancies which she endeavoured to reclaim through a potent brew of hybrid salabat, the assurance of a virtual clinician from Baguio, and tender loving care. 

In Boulogne, the Phantom Biker's magical encounter with Alexey Karpushin of Ukraine and Alex Dela Cruz from Manila conjured a tray of vol-au-vent for Valentin Kretz of The Parisian Agency in gratitude for two negative nucleic acid amplification tests, and to mark the 5th of a 14-day quarantine.

POSITIVE VIBES

Jagame Thandhiram.

And indeed, the universe is a ruse like the The Last Letter From Your Lover that was posted from Madurai to London where recipes for St. Lucia's lion fish ceviche, Marsaxlokk's salt-crusted fish and Tai O's XO sauce shrimp were enciphered and delivered by Bulan for Suruli and Ellie's parotta restaurant.

But it was during a breakfast of smoked white fish from Tobermory  when J first met Boot whom she invited for a lunch of Tamarindo's mahi-mahi that culminated in a tryst at the coat room of Restaurants on the Edge right after the old bridge in Matingkis after a dinner of schnitzel three ways from the kitchens of Pettneu.

In Tokyo, Ljubljana mussels powered Primoz Roglic to the ITT Olympic gold as the Phantom Biker soothed a chaotic innoculation day with grilled salmon from Okanagan Valley and Muskoka trout, Atilla struggling between a sandwich board from Turku and Kona's Big Island tuna, Rory stuck in Fountain Hills with Borderland tacos, and Bulan riding through a canopy of bamboo and soft rain.

There were only three days of biking but it was enough for Hidilyn the Great to finally secure the Philippines' first ever Olympic gold medal plus a sure silver and bronze from Nesthy and Marcial before Thursday's escabeche and Firday's adobong salagubang ushered the age of positivity in Pugad Baboy...