The morning is waking up as the typical Londonian morning, gray and rainy…what does it feel to be my age? I have no idea because I have never felt I supposed in terms of my age. Now, I totally understand the saying “never trust somebody over thirty” please don’t do it. They are the worst. 1/2 Farlos always noticed that my friends, my real friends were either older or younger than me by 10 to 20 years.

It is really rare for me to have friends of my same age, I simply can not understand the stupid pressure that society, the establishment or who knows what puts on us the poor thirty years olds. I despise all that bullshit of: “by thirty you have to have a plan, a house, a kid, a car, a direction” that is exactly why I hate to act my age, sometimes I play it, but not for long, I can’t. It is exhausting, restricting…I can’t.

Yesterday, it was my birthday and for the first time since I turned 25 I was happy, man! I am over it, I don’t feel pressure to be like anyone else, I have fought so hard to be myself and I think it is finally paying back, I was happy!!!! Being in another country, long hair, sunglasses, leather jacket and tons of eyeliner.

I went to work and my Bangli friend told me that we had a meeting to discussed the latest Blangi student gate, a girl who is boycotting us hahaha I thought that happened only in High School, man!!! At my age living that crap again, Anyway, she kept me there and when the time of the “meeting’ came the students… yes, the ones that don’t talk to me, plus my British adviser where there with cake, strawberries and juices and even a card and a gift for me. I kept saying thank you…It was very sweet I never expected it. My adviser entertained us telling stories of her 9 year old daughter and her experiments with sarcasm, fantastic!.

Then we went to the movies Shinny, SB and myself, Greenwich is incredible, Victorian houses converted in stores, coffee houses and pubs, the people are hip and cool, I was in heaven. Finally, we went to the movie theatre the one with bar, and after 13 pounds, 10 for the movie and 3 for beer (more than 20 us dollars!!! For a Jennifer Aniston movie) we were in this room with red velvet oversized chairs and no more than 20 persons could fit in the room. The movie were more dramatic than I was expecting, damn it!!! And with the corner of my eye, exactly in the same way the rabbits look at me, I saw Shinny crying, I mean crying, man!!! I was at this point badly tripping. The movie was bad, but no for crying, I asked her: - Are you ok hun?, she said yes. When the movie was over we went to the bathroom, and as I said, I don’t know how to do all this girl talk in the bathroom, I am definitely a tomboy, so I didn’t ask her.

We passed thru a fish and chips store, we bought, let me rephrase, they bought for me chips and a piece of bread and apparently the thing is to fill the bun with chips put lots of vinegar and salt and ate it. I started to hate potatoes; I eat them every single day.

We came home. 1/2 Farlos sent me a box full of sweet stuff (soap, incense and some things I can not say) by delivery, cool mom and the couple of the house chip in and bought me Beyond Paradise by Estée Laurent, gosh!!! I was officially overwhelmed.

Shinny, barely spoke and was hugging Jacob all the time. By this point I knew what was happening. Jacob is sick and there is no chance he can survive. My poor Shinny is a mess. She couldn’t stop crying, we didn’t cut the cake she bought for me, and thanks God!!!!, the atmosphere was dense, not appropriate for a celebration.

And I only hope that Jacob does not suffer. I kind of feel bad, but not much, and I certainly do not understand what is the big deal, he is a rabbit. How many people die everyday in no sense wars, victims of domestic violence, how many commit suicide because they don’t see the point of keep going. Rabbits are rabbits and for the cutest they could be, I don’t see the point of such a mess for the expected death of a rabbit.