BIRTHDAYS AND BENIGNO AQUINO JR.
No. Not Noynoy.
Some of my classmates told me about a book that interprets people’s personalities in birthdays using different astrological media. To tell you the truth, each time I read these forecasts, I am usually heard saying, “Ganun? Muolleh? Keure? Talaga?”–either of these four.
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When my classmates people ask me about my birthday, I’d say “Same as Ninoy Aquino’s”.
Three of us eldest sons of the family have the same birthdays with some notable heroes in the Philippines.
My eldest brother, Prince, whom I’m not in good terms with (which translates to ‘no casual conversation’, ‘no tone of reverence in replying’, and ‘no talking to him when I don’t have to routine so just talk to my lawyer if you want to read my last will and testament, ok?’ routine) celebrates with Gregorio del Pilar, a young but intelligent general of his ages. No wonder both of them are intelligent and stubborn.
Henry, brother next to me, doesn’t talk too much because he’s suplado and he has a lot of energy to save for having too much admirers. But the Ama ng Wikang Pambansa (Father of the National Language) ex-Pres. Manuel L. Quezon popped out of Maria Molina’s pussy the very same day as my brother’s. I guess my brother will be a blabbermouth later on, but knowing my brother as a Casanova? Hmmm, I’ll ask his third generation namesake descendant.
The youngest, Teri?
Nah, he envies our patriotic birthsakes.
And finally, me? Yours truly? Should I be proud of having the same birthday as the husband of an Orocan elementary teacher turned forgettable President and the father of an intelligent but voluptuously barbaric coño flirt hag Kris Aquino and the grandfather of a clinically proven retard son-of-an-action-star? (what a run-on ^_^)
Of course, yes. I wanna be on TV.
Subconsious speaks to Neil: Oh, so you’d like to see yourself getting killed in your next international flight which I presume would be one of your TV guestings in the US? Cracking your face on the concrete floor from a two-storey high airplane would make you ugly on your crematory rites. Well anyway, you’ll be pulverized in extreme heat, so vanity doesn’t make sense.
I need a class of water.
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Had some remarkable firsts during most of the previous birthdays I passed through.
- First field trip, November 27, 1997
- First gift from a girl, November 27, 1995
- First gift from a boy, November 27, 1994
- First watch, November 27 year of something
- First trip to Baguio, November 27, 2003
- First perfected periodical exam in Statistics and Algebra, November 27, 2004
- First Starstruck, November 27, 2004
I planned to finally go to Enchanted Kingdom today. But unfortunately this year, we have no money. I have no trasportation allowance this week. Zero balance. I’m supposed to attend our French 1 class but I’m still here in Dasma. I need a hundred pesos to go to Indang.
Hmmm… seems like I have to wait another year before at last I could set my third world foot on a place where no Filipino kid has missed during their educational field trips…
Joyeux anniversaire à moi.
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… I guess my Dad has forgotten about my birthday.
Oh well, I’m already used to it.
Hmm… he said he didn’t. I told him. Now, he will not. ^_^
