Death is not on this week's schedule

It's been a strange couple of days. With Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett passing away round the same time of each other, the idea that bad things happen in threes began to rear its head again. Working in conjunction to this were two seperate students who both came up to me and said "you should die!".

Usually I do try to satisfy my students' needs and wants but this time I asked if I could take a rain check on this dying thing, since y'know it is my birthday this week and it'll be ironic in the Alanis Morrisette sense, if I died as per suggestions. "It's like rain..."

I turned 28 today and I woke up to find 3 partially naked men sleeping in my room. One of them was scratching his balls as he slept； he must've been dreaming that he was a dog.

Going through the posts for 26 and 27 I realised that I'm currently living what I had been steering myself towards. I wouldn't say I had "planned" or "aimed" all this since both would require concious effort. Still it's nice to say that my current situation was not a spur of the moment thing and there's primary evidencd to prove that was the case. No doubt said evidence will be studied, analysed and debated in years to come by historians and academics with names like A.P.P Paterson-Wilkonshire or Stirling Exetor.

This is the first summer birthday that I had in 25 years. But apparently the other times don't really count since I was only an infant at the time. Considering that for one birthday I had one of the worst fevers I ever had kinda makes summer birthday a nice changeover winter ones. Add to the fact I spent last night chillin' at home over a gorgeous bottle of white, sharing plenty of bum notes and shit jokes with many a kind folk and being horrorfied, mortified, petrified and stupified by recounts of anal sex all whilst a gentle night breeze was a constant companion, and I think I know which hemisphere I prefer to have my birthday in.

This year also brings mecloser to the real time I was born: I was born in GMT＋8 and now I'm in GMT＋9. I guess that's kinda of significance if I was concerned with which star was dominant and if Saturn was rising during the day of my birth.

Being utterly creative and original, the catchphrase "28 will be great" has been banded around a bit.

I guess it's a good start to things with me participating in nationwide celebrations for my birthday, in Tokyo, one of the best cities in the world. Though the label "アラサ"（around thirties）that is now applied to me feels like a crown of thorns and messes up the hair that I spent 2 whole freakin' minutes styling.

I remember when I turned eighteen 10 years ago, I had 2 gin & tonics to celebrate. I think I'll be doing that again. And it'll make my heart go all fuzzy wuzzy if you can do so too. I also went and watched "Austin Powers: The Spy who Shagged Me". Somehow I don't think I'll make such a mistake again. Nor do I hope to repeat other mistakes that have been made in the past 10 years （going to a bachelors party on a school night was a classy move）. Having said all that though, "Transformers 2" does sound awfully tempting...

Music In My Head: Civic - Tensai