The Eight Centavo Question

IF I WAS BORN on the 28th day of the eight month of 1968 and as the eight child in the family, soothsayers, mystics and even sages from Barrio Balitucan will obviously say eight is my lucky number.

Assuming for argument’s sake that eight indeed is my providential number, what number then is the bane of my existence?

It must be Number Seven, judging from what I posit as the cyclical seven years of misfortune and bliss, whichever comes first. I will let you in on my entries (some still unfinished) from 1968 to 2004, seen in the blog's archives.

Go and try to figure it out yourselves.