A Letter to the Future

Dear Key,

Yesterday, you decided to start blogging again. You missed blogging, and it seemed like your life was getting intense by the minute. You needed an outlet. Your posts need not be long, just snippets of the day. You also realized that it is good to read something you have written when you were younger when you are already old and wrinkled.

While writing this post, you were so concerned about the consistency of verb tense used in a sentence, which you thought was an effect of being a copy editor. Your life will never be the same.

8:23 a.m.—You were working on an easy manuscript. The author had a good command of the English language.

11:50 a.m.—You noticed your hair. Your hair was quite long already. You don’t want to be mistaken as a Korean wannabe, no offense to your teen self and to those who are currently in that period. LOL. (The preceding expression means “laugh out loud,” just in case you forget and it is no longer applicable in the time you are re-reading this.) You needed a haircut. But where, right? They always don’t get it right. Ugh.

2:47 p.m.—You were done with your book. You can start re-reading it tomorrow. You were surfing the internet about the sixty-four PNP–SAF who were killed in Mindanao by the MILF. You felt a little tinge since your brother will possibly graduate with a degree in Criminology.

3:45 p.m.—You received a message from your team leader that the both of you will have a meeting after the shift. You asked her if you were in trouble again. Note, you were suspended from work for a day due to a gift mishap last Christmas (it was a naughty gift). She said it is something “funny.” And the meeting will be at Starbucks Ayala! Now what is so special that both of you need to go to the mall? Only your team leader knows. You were still feeling nervous though.

4:45 p.m.—You were editing this post, and then you decided that it was good to go.

Yours truly,

Real-time Key

PS You were feeling stupid posting this post, but you decided to post it anyway.