Tuesday, March 01, 2011
When my first class started, the teacher came in. She was quiet. "Man, she's gonna greet me a happy birthday," I thought.
She didn't greet me a happy birthday. She said: "Let's pray, children, for the people at EDSA."
I bowed my head and pretended I was praying. All the while, I was thinking, "Why are people in EDSA? What's EDSA? Are they preparing a surprise birthday party for me? Is Megatron appearing? Oh, God, this is the the BEST BIRTHDAY OF MY LIFE!"
Twenty-five years later, I still hate the People Power Revolution.