OUTCOMES HARVESTED

I realized after three days that an outcome statement is actually the topic sentence of a paragraph or the thesis statement of an essay, and that no one in the group is aware that I ate key result areas and performance indicators for breakfast, snacked on PERT/CPM and logframes, and had the whole cycle of strategic planning rammed down my throath in a month-long forced skilling/capacitation project during my tenure as a PME Associate.   

A forgettable lamb kebab at Behrouz announced the reaping and with 4 days of halal lunch to age the outcome to be harvested, dinners were splurged on diarrhetic lechon at Leonardo's, fake dinakdakan at Colasa's, crunchy fried pork ribs at Delicious, a dismal sisig sampler for a finale at Mesa, and the week's first craft beer at Kandle stealing a night in Binondo to satisfy the craving for forbidden flesh.  

The outcomes ripened nicely and were finally harvested on Friday with Pierre's superb all-Filipino craft beer line up softening the next day's dismantling of a MEL Framework that seems lost in the universe of a complex program, and that finally brought me home for a dinner of deep fried pork belly and boiled okra to celebrate 22 years of marriage.  

The possible outcome of an impending war of the roses will be harvested in next year's schismatic session, and that I conjure while sipping on warm diluted brandy, gorging on cold lechon and winning a sack of rice in the raffle draw of a boring Christmas party.     

HAI[na]KU 44-45

a cauldron of rage

Tisoy ripped us wet and cold!

fury in the trails

new Light in the East

the meteor streaked then went pfft!

vanished, but we stayed

SIEM REAP FEVER

I did not bring a jacket, have not been packing emergency meds lately, and sat next to an Indian colleague with the sniffles.

First came Superman's eyes (heat radiating out of my sockets) during sessions on fiscal policies followed by the Hulk's voice (raspy from a sore throath) as we unpack the fair tax movement and then a Mr. Freeze night (sudden chills) after a discussion on effective tax administration.

Thank God for Attorney Tony's magical medicine box that whipped out a pack each of Biogesic and Vick's dayquil liquicaps that pulled me through the last two days on regional influencing strategy.  

It is said that a bit of whiskey can relieve a common cold so I did that also to fortify the medicine, starting on beer with salted pork ribs at a local restaurant, beer with enchilada and quesadilla at a Mexican joint, and beer with a tasteless burger at a sports bar; then followed that with cocktails at Angkor What, Marum and Paper Tiger; and finally whiskey with soda that went with the pizza at Belimor's.   

I also tried fried rolled ice cream to temper the gnawing fever inside and walked around shooting barbecues to break a sweat and bring the heat out. 

It worked, the Siem Reap fever was subdued with thick phlegm giving way to a dry cough that three shots of whiskey at the Suvarnabhumi Airport easily soothed, and such was the happiness of conquering a "viral infectious disease of the upper respiratory tract" to deserve a breakfast of fried chicken and adobo sandwich at two of Manila's oldest operating restaurants.