In less than two hours I will be going to Dumanjug, to Sir Munds' hometown. I feel like jello now, gelled(is there such a word). I was able to submit J my manuscript for the Iyas Writing Workshop( I hope he got to submit it), Dumaguete will have to braved again next year. That's a long time, a year. I wish I could've submitted though.
I talked with Vera. I haven't felt that much indignation in a while now, talking to her..about the stuff I've only said in this blog or to no one at all.
I am going to be silent now...at least for a day and half, I'll be back Sunday night. I wish I didn't feel so alone. G'night everyone.
