Hi D,
Lately, I have a lot on my mind. Mostly personal thoughts, future plans, but rest assured none that is work related. I had to squeeze a personal break today during work so I could walk around our business district for a breather; take a step back to look at myself. As I pondered over certain matters, I realized how I no longer recognize the person I am now. With the recent events that are about to unfold, running errands, preparing, and lost in deep thought had me feeling more different.
So in today’s letter, D, I will defer my pending articles in favor of writing to you of the person that I was then. Rummaging through some old photos below, I found myself reminiscing and immersed in nostalgia.
From Youth to Yuppy
You were not “IN” if you did not sport a bowl cut. 
HS Title: Balahibong Pusa 
If you’ve ever seen Jao Mapa during college. 
Young Professional going through his emo rebel phase.
Looking at my most recent decade, D, I found photos depicting some of my eccentricities.
Oddities
Snore Plugs 
Hidden album cover of Kamikazee’s “Long Time Noisy”. 
“Bitch, I’m beautiful.” 
Dream catcher endorsement 
*bleep* 
Hard Worker 
“Bitch, I’m outdoorsy beautiful!” 
Climber Giddy Fever 
Self-love 
Caption This 
Instagramable Hard Worker 
Pun-tastic
Unfortunately, with this certain level of eccentricities comes a number of corresponding odd activities.
Why would you even?
When home bound traffic is heavy, walk… 5km. 
Bored? Walk… 33km from Imus, Cavite to Olivarez, Tagaytay.
That does not include the number of times I walked 10km to work to prove my employees a point. The time I did a day hike up Manabu before heading to work and other whimsical stuff I could not remember at the moment.
I have browsed further through some photos but this letter has gone longer than I would care to write. They are not all whimsical oddities. Most are meaningful experiences depicting other aspects of my life. Nevertheless, sifting through memory lane has reminded me of who I was and has somewhat helped solidify the image of the person I believe I can be.
‘Till my next letter.
H
Manong's Diary 