Today in History

25 years ago, a new era of false prophets, tomato comediants, skilled liars, conflict-avoiding leaders and gadget freaks started: I was born.

Everybody was born in august / september. It’s not funny. I wish my birthday was unique. I wish I had a month of my own, with just one day, and no one else was born that day. That would be a celebration.

People would always ask: “why is there a month with just one day in the calendar?”, and someone else would reply: “that’s Allan Rojas’s birthday”. At this point, people would love me and respect me for being important enough to deserve a month of my own; or they would hate me for being arrogant. I’d be famous either way so who cares?

If you think of it, August minus 9 months is December ! the vacations, the winter cold, the holidays, the christmas tree; it all makes you think if you were even planned? I really hope so!

Anyway, here’s what I wrote on August 2005, and August 2004.

Happy Bday to me!