Tuesday, the last day before March 1. I have written a Filipino novel, my first. I have yet to type it and after that, only heaven knows where to find a publisher. I also have a collection of short stories and poems. When this diary is finished, I will have the same problem. I may be good at writing but not at publishing. It’s better not to think about publishing at all.
This morning President GMA announced that she may lift her proclamation of a state of national emergency within 72 hours . As expected, her detractors who have no guidelines except banners, placards, black bands, and stage shows started to become noisy again in the streets. I don’t want to write about it anymore. My span of attention this time is only five lines.
I may be dead drunk tonight but if you think I’m one of those bad guys, you are a moron. A man may not be drunk but he could still be rotten just the same. Take a look at those local politicians, religious leaders, stupid intellectuals, or better still, your hypocritical neighbors. More often than not , they are worse than what you think they are.