Burjer and Blowjout
After having lunch in the cafeteria, I was greeted by some 'students' of mine who found out what the CIA had been hiding that it's my birthday today. Imitating that famous filipino Mcdonald's commercial, the students chanted, "burger!! burger!!!"
I murmured, "I don't want burger, I want jerjer." (Samantha Jones mode!!)
Then, another student ordered (as if he were in a beer house), "Sir, (yuck--I hate it when they call me that!!) pa-blow out ka naman!!"
Then, I told my superfriend Kat, "I prefer blowj*b" (Samantha, you're in my soul!! I love yah!!)
Since it is my first time to blog about my birthday, let me give you some trivia about this shit I got which I call "me".
+My name 'James' was given to me by my Aunt (currently in New York right now) while 'Eric' is the name of that former classmate my mom and dad had before who would always poke my mom's tummy when I was an ugly little fetus. Oh, and the nickname 'Jeng'? Yup, it's a woman's name!! It's from an aunt of mine who had the same nickname!! Damn!!
+When I was born, right at that moment I had all the slimes I could get from a womb, I was lain on some bed with a pillow (duh?). Under that pillow, my mom placed a pen and a page of a dictionary due to some belief that a pen and some book would make a baby smart if placed underneath its (yeah, I'm an 'IT') head. So maybe it is the reason why I am so fond of writing and I always love to play with words (yeah, I love it when my words do perfect orgy together). I even bring a dictionary with me whenever I have a bag (even on outings!!!).
Enough of that for now. Anyway, did you know that the Birthday Song was composed on June 28, five days after my birthday? I read that from a magazine. But I can't find a proof of it in the net.
Let's just sing it for old time's sake!! Old? Did I just say 'Old'? Well, I just live by the way my friend's friend put it: "Growing old is inevitable... But growing up is optional."
Winner!!!
I murmured, "I don't want burger, I want jerjer." (Samantha Jones mode!!)
Then, another student ordered (as if he were in a beer house), "Sir, (yuck--I hate it when they call me that!!) pa-blow out ka naman!!"
Then, I told my superfriend Kat, "I prefer blowj*b" (Samantha, you're in my soul!! I love yah!!)
Since it is my first time to blog about my birthday, let me give you some trivia about this shit I got which I call "me".
+My name 'James' was given to me by my Aunt (currently in New York right now) while 'Eric' is the name of that former classmate my mom and dad had before who would always poke my mom's tummy when I was an ugly little fetus. Oh, and the nickname 'Jeng'? Yup, it's a woman's name!! It's from an aunt of mine who had the same nickname!! Damn!!
+When I was born, right at that moment I had all the slimes I could get from a womb, I was lain on some bed with a pillow (duh?). Under that pillow, my mom placed a pen and a page of a dictionary due to some belief that a pen and some book would make a baby smart if placed underneath its (yeah, I'm an 'IT') head. So maybe it is the reason why I am so fond of writing and I always love to play with words (yeah, I love it when my words do perfect orgy together). I even bring a dictionary with me whenever I have a bag (even on outings!!!).
Enough of that for now. Anyway, did you know that the Birthday Song was composed on June 28, five days after my birthday? I read that from a magazine. But I can't find a proof of it in the net.
Let's just sing it for old time's sake!! Old? Did I just say 'Old'? Well, I just live by the way my friend's friend put it: "Growing old is inevitable... But growing up is optional."
Winner!!!
Barumbadong Yelo at your service sir...