These winter Sundays have always been lazy. These negative temperatures could not just let me enjoy going out to play tennis or just move around the city. So, the best thing is usually to stay warm indoors.
I always say that the best weekends are not always spent at home. They're spent....in bed. Ha-ha-ha!
But I've been sleeping all day already, and memorized all the movies shown on TV lately. So, I decided to leave my apartment and catch up on my reading at the neighborhood cafe.
Picking a book of read wasn't difficult. With the impeachment trial going on in Manila on a stubborn chief justice, I brought along Jovito Salonga's book on the impeached former Philippine president, Joseph Estrada.
Gosh, even as I sipped my iced cafe mocha which was overflowing with whipped cream, I was squirming as I read the pages of corruption and the absence of morals. Abuse of power, dishonesty and extravagance were like a collective slap to my face as I sat there at the coffee shop realizing that I am working my ass off to make a living, while these corrupt officials helped themselves to millions, milking the government and abuse their positions like it was their own sari-sari store.
I stopped reading, but continued to sip my coffee. And instead of savoring the sweetness of the whipped cream and the mocha, I tasted bitterness in my mouth from the detailed corruption in the book (and that's just a few chapters!). I should have ordered cream and read a comic book instead.
And everyday, as the impeachment trial for the current chief justice continues, perhaps a new page detailing abuse of power, corruption and the absence of delicadeza in government is being written, not on paper, but in our minds as citizens.
I certainly deserve this iced cafe mocha on this lazy Sunday afternoon, but I certainly do not deserve a corrupt government.
PNoy, clean it up for me, please. And I will treat you to an iced cafe mocha. Topped with whipped cream, of course.