THE CONJURING (The BPI and PNB Editions)

The line died. 

The demonologist called back.

An email requesting consent for the exorcism of demonic and malevolent spirits that haunt Anabelle Higgins will be sent.

In most cases, the minnions of Batsheba Sherman will heed the adjudication.

A likely scenario?

At least for the clairvoyant whose impending suspension was shuffled by the Sons of Hogwarts with bits of litsong tupa from the Lodge of Remembrance, strands of birthday pansit lined up to layer a cake in Bakal 2.

The Nun.

It was her managed assets who made the devil delay an investment placement and debit an unauthorized payment.

Thus, the Phantom Biker went on dropping biodegradabales and picking tuna collars across Amityville amidst an escalation and the migration of a payroll account.

The semester ended well.

An abstract embedded in a quarterly update spawned the genesis of subsequent bilateral meetings for the review of the first case study on how lumpia and longganisa paid for monthly phone bills.

The quaterlies glowed.

Glucose went down depsite the contniung delay in amending hosting fees that resulted in a procurement setback as the first physiotherapies were initiated to build mentally healthy organizations.  

No last rites except for the saints.

Weekly proceedings were etched in the pavements of Hogwarts that echoed with the homily from a global climate advocacy about banks and just energy transition as besties gather in Maligaya to offer a feast of pinakbet, buro at nilagang gulay, spaghetti, tapang baboy, fried breadfruit, and wine and fake beer for the saints.    

A DEFINITION F TERMS

HOGWARTS: A minster of memories and magic where fantastic beasts played mahjong games, laid double yolk eggs,  and curdle milk in a leather suitcase under an ancient tree that cleaved the entrance to a bazaar of pork adobo and salted red eggs.  

CONCEPT NOTE: A summary document, distilled from Bali and Phnom Penh, being prepared with the primary intention of extending HMO coverage beyond 2027.

INCEPTION REPORT: A robust evaluation blueprint that was scrutinized on how it will inform the concept note above.  

WEEKLY CATCH-UPS: Recurring Monday and Tuesday work and proof-of-life checks as required for the validation of a graduate school ID.

ROUNDTABLE DISCUSSION: A charcuterie of how AI may help women pursue STEM careers served in the penthouse of a luxury residential skyscrapper after a lunch of Texas pork ribs that was marinated in a final urinalysis sample.  

KEY NFORMANT INTERVIEW: A session on science diplomacy with a research assistant who sounded like a masculine robot programmed to prepare mandatory reports for the first quarter.

PAYMENT REQUEST: An investment topped up to support a shoe repair, enable a a bank deposit, order 3 gallons of drinking water, and extract a tube of chicken stock.

WEBINAR: A live virtual senminar on climate inequality and the emerging Anatolya landscape while preparing a bar chow of tapang usa, lumpia, and canned mackerel.

THE PHANTOM BIKER: A wayfarer discreetly planting organic packages near the power plant disguised as an eco bag of vegetables and fish from the market. 

OF BIKES AND BEER

The python bit into a tray of pinakbet and was sashimi-ed by men with funny caps...

...to fete The Water Boy who wrapped two mandatory sessions of E-Learning in a payment request submission...

...while being chased by ducks, dogs, and humans littering a morning routine of dead ends on Pchum Ben Day...

..that smelled like a dentist's clinic and the rotting motorbike parts emailed one piece each day to a team meeting in Bangkok...

...to inform the overseer of an emerging budget redeployment for the contract renewal of a draft preliminary report...

...about AI and women and how a key informant on science diplomacy can sustian one's self as foretold in a concept note about an absent host...   

...who explained that reinforced concrete design is not a tough adobong atay but more like a flaky pinangat na tilapia and a stringy litsong manok...

...packaged as a famous longganisa that were offered to the concelebrants of the Chaplaincy...

...before a late breakfast near where the best ever skin flute was played to an audience of inihaw na tilapia and ham scraps.

A VISA PARADOX

A decameron at least.

That is the required number of days in applying for a non-immigrant visa for Thailand.

It was chaos until finally, the online payment button was discerned by The Ironman while engaged in the apprehension of Ted Kaczynski amidst a slew of emailed correspondence.

But in lieu of a visa, 10 bottles of ice cold beer crushed an Entered Apprentice's frozen slices of salmon sashimi instead.

The decameron looms.

A champion emerged in the podium of Comparative Bid Analysis to qualify for a substance screening and an outline review. 

But the entry permit remains in limbo, an eerieness that spooked the weekly catch-ups, scary enough to resurrect a lost driver's license --- rabies-free and decorated with a refrigerated bunch of grapes and reheated litsong manok bathing in a cup of kinamatisang kalabaw and a saucer of menudo that were imbued with the gaminess of carinderia dinakdakan and kilaweng kambing. 

The Royal Thai Embassy acknowledged payment made, enough assurance for the The Phantom Biker to keep to his morning routine of clandestine disposals and provisioning for the evenings.  

A scandal of Korean nipples and butts packed printed travel documents in a 2-page note about the ritual of the First Degree.

For the first time, breakfast at the San Lorenzo Sunday Market tasted of uncertainty.

Yet we walked on along car-free Ayala Avenue where I lose my thoughts counting joggers with the sexiest outfit and those with the darkest armpits. 

It may be a tough call, chewy like the casing of New York-style hotdogs at Paseo de Roxas.

But when life is pelted with lemons, have a ramen feast and that's what we did before checking in my Philippine departure and Thai arrival cards...

CHEF'S RCOMMENDATIONS

TODAY'S SPECIAL

A starter of early emails and two meetings, an entree of smoked milkfish with blanched vegetable pear tops and sauteed tomatoes, the evolution of a Climate Action Week in Bangkok for dessert with either a flute of polite refusal from a premiere universal bank or a Burgundy glass of chasing a mediation 

SPECIALTY OF THE HOUSE

An elegantly platterred policy win from the ASEAN front with a plateful of an introduction to fundraising and safe programming, and a bowl of beef with mushroom gravy on the side

CATCH OF THE DAY

Vinegar-stewed milkfish marinated in morning emails with 5 dips from a selection of 27 applications seasoned with three quick calls about a deficient research outcome and topped with an eggplant omelet and stuffed meatloaf, garnished with a pork and liver stew, boxed, and signed 

DAILY SPECIAL

Kitchen trash riding on a bike, virtual work and siopao bridging breakfast and dinner, Ilocano-style sizzling pork for The Ironman in a setting of sprayed air coolers and pavement, a weekend housework of dried fish and duck stew 

FLAVOR OF THE DAY 

Clarinet lessons in cutlery finishing quickly for the unleavened wafers of spiritual cleansing, leftover sauteed mung beans paired with preserved meatloaf and aged anchovy, and chased with hot water wthout the tea  

THE DELEGATION

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.

Dissecting critical mineral in Singapore and performance tracking dcumentation were delegated; an updated budget, a draft contract amendment, and a self-service ticket to fix broken interactive forms were conveyed as requested; the ASEAN mission was expounded and exploratory impact stories conceived; instructions for a team building were deployed.    

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.

OF SOLVENCIES AND PLASTIC MONEY

My financial standing is low-medium risk [late payments to mobile carriers apparently increases the risks].

A treasury claiming to be the future of banking counter-offered [another touting of having the best costumer experience was apparently hijacked by a trickster].

So documents and requirements were conveyed to a government financial institution [an espoused depository alleged of being a premiere universal bank].

The inbox was purged  to start the week [notes on fraud risk management, fiscal oversight, case histories, and personnel matters were relayed].

There were weekly convenings [a one-on-one and a quickie, a bi-weekly and an employee experience session, a request for guidance and a one program report]. 

Stale submissions were finally liberated [reviewed contracts and survey responses were adjusted].  

Oplan Pink Badge was an  introduction to organizational preparedness [a recruitment to update timesheets for a team building exercise was advertised]. 

Two phantom rides delivered pandesal and garbage through a drizzle of banana-wrapped tilapia and bangus, spontaneous sisig, and kaldereta-topped birthday pansit [dinakdakan and adobong bibe seasoned an initiation in Baloc].

The Marauder's Map showed Pugad Baboy walking through Hogwarts without  credit cards [the college still stands, the high school is under renovation, the naked concrete man is still naked].

THE CASE OF THE MISSING OTPs

A one-time password is supposed to be the first line of defense against digital criminals.

It was breached with a deluge of 188,620,000 Vietnamese Dong that was surreptitiously and fraudulently charged to my card.

PNB falsely claimed that these charges were securely authenticated by an OTP.

I did not receive any OTPs, and thus was how Pugad Baboy's PNB accounts were secured at LBP.

PNB is comparable to chasing a delayed report and addressing the red lights in an enterprise resource planning system.

So I conversed with my machine how a global advocacy survey muted sexual diversity and gender identity and expression in the preparatory meeting for the IMF annuals.

Two case studies are missing but the annual reports are ready for a fiscal oversight framework. 

In my emails, my squads and line manager agreed that OTPs are not required for the advertisement of a call for applications and contract reviews. 

A team development in Phnom Penh will investigate the missing OTPs with the findings to be included in the final cut of an annual report.

Perhaps the OTPs melted with the incessant rain of Dutch and Singaporean beers that smelled of garlic buttered sugpo, tokwa't baboy, tiim na pata, popcorn, and the familiar aroma of watered and extra-strong lagers.

Where are the OTPs?

The Phantom Biker searched the portals of RCBC and UB and walked to the church to plead for divine intervention before finally hying off to Mr. Bob of the Central Bank. 

MAYMAY AND LUIS

Maymay and Luis are the Bonnie and Clyde of weather conditions.

They represent siginificant disruptions that are at par with Manila's hostaging of a deadline, Africa muting a short-term contract offer, and dealing with a bratty Prajnaparamita.

Luis and a returning victorious warrior came with the Monday emails just as a delayed appointment with a specialist was consumated with 58 bottles of birthday beer, 58 strands of delicate tiim na pata, 58 chunks of curnchy lechong kawali, 58 thin inihaw na liempo slices, and 58 cups of scalding sinampalukang manok. 

Luis was persistent but the amendments will be generated by the system alone, by the acceptance of statements despite foreign excange losses --- the supervisor said so at the drugstore counter where invoices are issued as a neurologist's press release on phasing out coal.  

Maymay offered  a lull long enough for a Jollibee breakfast but was more intense and unforgiving, aborting a Thursday ride that somehow got an evaluation madate moving through a bike-by at a rising McDonald's.

Reimbursements nudged the Bangkok Training and Oplan Anatolya but the daily rain shut out Cambodia from the system despite an offering of reheated birthday leftovers, a pouch of Japanese nuts, and plastic bowls of cold menudo, lechong ulo strips, and sour pindunggo to placate Apo Tudo.

It rained in Macondo for 4 years, 11 months, and 2 days which is the equivalent of almost 2 weeks in Bakal 2. 

Luis is a tropical depression while stormy Maymay interrupted our weekend walks but not our weekly lottery bets.

She is Kujira after all.