A dry Christmas awaits me. Not that I care too much about the yuletide season, I just said it simply because I am anxious about not having enough money to revisit the mystery girl in a brothel three towns away. It was on a Christmas eve, but that’s not going to be the topic for today. The thing that really troubles me nowadays is leaving my office in SK.
And with leaving means I will be deprived of all the privileges I once have like this personal computer I took home some years ago. Yes, this personal computer isn’t at all personal. This thing belongs to the youth I failed to serve with compassion. I will miss the cheers, the adventures and the spectacles of being the lord of a depressed community of young people. I will miss signing stacks of paper, doctoring them sometimes, most of the times I mean. I will miss the incalculable idiocy of the people I was working with. I will miss the letters from the federation asking for an explanation why I haven’t been on regular meetings successively, why I didn’t attend the city-fiesta parade, the Milo marathon, the Alay-lakad, the jogging inspection with the Mayor and the long etceteras of futile activities. I will miss, above all, the honoraria, the kickbacks, the commissions and other financial benefits I used to have. I am not sure if I can ever find a job as unproblematic as being an SK Chairman. Take Dindin Llarena for example. Dindin is a child singing sensation discovered in Eat Bulaga, in case you aren’t familiar with her. She must have realized that show business is too complicated, too risky, too controversial, too tiring especially for someone of her age. And on the other hand, chairing the youth council in an average-sized Barangay is as easy as blowjob, except that in blowjob you have to please the people you are serving. In SK, you are not obliged to please anyone.
The only thing you have to keep in mind is not to get caught with your pants down.
It is now observable, I know, that while I keep on bashing fraudulent public officials like Gloria, my confessions here reveal that my deeds are absolutely in contrast with the advocacies I have been mouthing and blogging all the time. And whoever messes up in small political affairs cannot be trusted with bigger political responsibilities, I understand. But there are things you need to know first before you can conclude that I am all the same Trapo I hate. There are deeper reasons I am not sure I can tell you; just hang around and wait for other revelations. In the meantime, I have to surrender this PC back to the SK office, part of the scheduled clearance before I can collect my meager terminal pay.

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