DREAMS

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"On sober nights, hypotension thrive to afflict the man from Pakistan at the airport arrival hall where he was picked and gurneyed to a Japanese-themed party, to the shaman, the custodian of a Mayan pyramid who marked his forehead with a cross..."  

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ASEAN 2025 was finally Boxed, tucked between preparatory notes for a midterm assessment in Bangkok and the first draft of a regional convening in Kuala Lumpur, a proper induction to SuccessFactor through an OPA blitzkierg that endeavored to stash discretionary funds in Phnom Penh as insurance for the Asian version of the Hunger Games where Kudo Boards are anticipated to be mass produced for the leavers who will miss a learning review in Manila.  

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"But dreams are liquid fantasies slipping through the cracks of inebriation, like a reverie of balot and penoy popping from Heinekin beer cans that shine like an oily tinumis being poured from 3 liters of light brandy to dress a fried milkfish and burnt pork barbecue.."

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Oplan DOH-MFIP was concluded triumphantly, Cigna has been claimed and appealed, the month's power bill covered through a VMX marathon to whom the earthquake in Mandalay and the failure of a Jollibee redemption were attributed, the Phantom Biker strewing pieces of lechong kawali along the dusty trail and smuggling 5 ensaimada packs through a blockade of chains to reach Baloc's bowl of goto before Friday's market tour in Munoz.

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"The Chinese New Year was celebrated in March, in a series of art deco buildings rimmed by narrow streets perhaps somewhere in Europe, or maybe in a Baguio mall where cuapao sandwiches littered a conference and a side event on effective influencing..."  

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A breakfast of glorious sinanglaw in Cuyapo broke a mechanical run-in that unexpectedly designed a curious scrutiny of the replicated Manoppello Image in Nampicuan, probably one of the six Veils of Veronica that were inspired by the Shroud of Turin, icons made without hands, hands like that of the mango vendor who can perfectly grill a Bonuan bangus and properly prepare a pigar-pigar in Sison, lunch served in a dilapidated house, once abandoned and haunted by the ghost of its master who shot himself while lying in his huge Narra bed.  

THE SOLEMNITY OF ST. JOSEPH

he died in Nazareth?

 

the butcher smelled of soap, fumes from two meetings and a convening, a bath bubbling in midterm assessment, she doesn't know

why the solemnity?

they marched in red jackets, blood drawn twice from energy finance, a username and domain activated, they have no idea

a feast of what? 

her departed Dad, transcriptions inscribed in prescriptions, a caraVan of kaldereta/catered food/tiim, banquet reheated twice

he patronize who?

a biker prepped for a midday head, buxom vendors, husky contact center agents, Cigna reclaimed and a PIN repossessed 

three days after...

a reverence, to an ancient head gate and Apo Baket; the Ironman walketh, patched and altered; Bulan in Overdrive mode

THE SHREDDING

A credit card shredding in Manila.

Such is is the consequence of meetings cancelled, upheld, and meshed into the developing script of a midterm assessment and the emerging end-scenario of Oplan DOH-MIFIP, proxy indicators for a restricted prescription at Ihaw Balot Plaza to mark the 2-day transition from the Book of O to the Kingdom of Pee.  

Lost in the black hole of affiliate migration.

Confusing enough for Phnom Penh to declare helplessness as the missions to Bangkok and Kuala Lumpur evolved despite being withdrawn from the uncertainty of Boxed storage and the Joseon's cooperation fund as invoiced to a scoping study before the Vientiane firing was settled with a tokwa't baboy quickie, roused by a twerking squid jerky and an amorous litsong manok gyrating upon a burnt corn dildo.

The Phantom Biker bided his time by partially settling two credit cards after the shredding of the three and attacking only after the roadside crowd has thinned and Binondo was booked before arriving at the week's summit finish in Villa Nati.

Dalin claimed Istak's virginity then picked us at 3:00 AM .

Sleep-deprived, confused why the Salcedo Community Market's taho tasted like Ying Ying Teahouse's oversized siomai but smelled like the coffee brewed from the debris of the Panciteria Macanista de Buen Gusto that infused white Red Planet sheets with Estero's crispy frog legs, wrapped in Dong Bei's steamed dumplings, fresh but missing something, like perhaps the flavors of smoky asado, crunchy lumpiang shanghai, and savory pansit canton at Toho Panciteria Antigua that were canned by Fred's Revolucion as Boondocks craft beer before the night was closed with a curtain of lomi, crispy lamang loob, oyster cake, and adobong atay at a Delicious Restaurant.

Po Heng Lumpia House still stands but Quick Snack, Ang Tunay Beef Beef House, and Ho-land Hopia are gone or has moved somewhere else, so is the Sidcor Sunday Market's classic igado, displaced by loose bowels and the impending arrival of "Sua Maesta la Regina" who may or may not shred the last two credit cards...