  I wore blue jeans today… A trimester ago I wore shorts every day… Yes I had hairy legs and wore shorts to show to the world my unsightly male-ness.
My clothes would be: baggy shorts (earth tones), my dad’s old short sleeved Polos (he during the 70s with a rustic feel, again earthen tones) they, and hiking shoes with back or green socks. I still had my long hair, mustache and goatee. I miss that look… I could give this look that intimidated anybody who came across it. But my parents hated it so much that when I cut it off for my OJT they opened all these doors for me… Then my recent change… Wearing nice P200 polo, slacks and a 2”x3” cut. Fuck… People can recognize me. I avoided so many people that it became a great disguise… now I look like… a wimp.
I wait for the day Melchior gets back from the states and then we could practice our swordsmanship again. BobbyN told us that there is a real armsmen organization. After honing my skill I’ll join and maybe… just maybe… Have the courage to go to the Agusan valley and be able to gain the title of bagani (bloodlessly) that would be so cool. Time to go home 
