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I’m not sure if this is funny or what but I’m only 24 years old, contrary to what I’ve been telling the whole world that I’m 25. I had my birth certificate processed at the National Statistics Office, and it says that they have no records of my full name on the birth date and year I am using. Upon finding this outrageous news I talked to my parents about it.
And here’s the story: my mum asked her cousin to make a fake birth certificate for me, so I’d be acknowledged to kindergarten. Instead of 1981, they used 1980. And since then I was using (and seemed a fact to believe as no one explained to me then) February 16, 1980 as my birth date. Wow, for the privilege of education, I’d now face the consequence of altering personal records so I could make use of the said education.
Which clears another story: when asked why I have the name I have today, my parents’ always say I was named after the late Pope John Paul ii (they borrowed only one name, not both John Paul). They’d tell me
‘kase nung pinanganak ka, dumating si Pope dito sa Pilipinas’ (you were born on the day Pope John Paul ii went here in the Philippines). And Google affirmed it; yes Pope John Paul ii was here in Manila last February 16, 1981.
Unlike other people who says they missed some years of their lives, me, I am going to live it again for another year. This I don’t know if an advantage or not, because I have to restate all my records for some purposes my future would require.
Now the idea of being under the sign of Monkey lapses to entertain being a Rooster. I mean I’m not Chinese but I always believed that the characteristics of an ape sign suits me, and now I have to go well with being a cock.
Soon I’d check the NSO again using 1981 as my birth year. God permit, I am a legitimate human being as papers are concerned.
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