Tired and derailed last night, I opened the TV and spotted on late night news. Ten senators were proclaimed winners - I don’t care about them. They’ll just sit there. Say, hello senate and goodbye promises. My head ached and my body seems lifeless. I had several questions in my mind regarding the word “goodbye.” I’ve been exhausted for three days thinking of the consequences of saying farewell. In an interesting news feature, I had to grin. I’ll put the spotlight on the graduating senators. Saying goodbye was made on a jolly mode. I may be corrected, but in an exhilarated form, I still recall the parting words the outgoing senators delivered on media.
Ralph Recto: “Honey, I’m home!”
Loi Estrada: “Erap, here I come.”
Alfredo Lim: “Criminals, cooperate or evaporate because I’m back home.”
Juan Flavier: “Honey, let’s go to bed. I’m sleepy.”
On the contrary, a lot of senators had some sort of bitterness leaving. There is no such thing as a jolly goodbye. That would certainly be a case of “good riddance” if we do so. It’s always gloomy but we have to move on. Some would say excuses like writing a book, goin’ farming, practicing the stacked lawyer career in motion, or simply planning or maybe avenging for the next election in three years. I had enough laugh. It’s true. We have to think of the consequences beyond our goodbyes. I’m still thinking about it. But on an ending climax, the report asked some advice for the incoming senators. I thought, it was boring though it left the beam on my face.
Franklin Drilon: “Watch your back!”
