It seems to follow me around everywhere. Everywhere. It was my mum that first pointed it out to me, that most people in my family was born on the 27th. Then we bought a dog who was born on the 27th. Me and my sister, in school at the time, both were given exam numbers (you know, showing which desk you should sit at in the hall), both ending in 27. One house that I lived in had 27 in the post code as well.
So, er... what's up with that? Don't suppose there's any answer really, ha.
greenleaf
03-02-2008, 10:19 PM
there may be answers...but you might not like them.
first How old are you and what are you into as you need to consider this when you see the list of all the current members on the '27 Club', I don't wish to alarm you in any way...take with a pinch of salt...
Look Here at the '27 Club' list (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/27_Club)
added: BTW...just in case you get famous first...can I have your autograph!.. :D
Ah cool, I've got 9 years left. ;)
Nah it's ok. Death doesn't really scare me. Though I'll think twice before going on the keyboard again.
cruise4
04-02-2008, 01:00 AM
I was born on the 27th. I haven't died and I can be loosely described as playing keyboards. Adds up to 9=Love. Could be good you are seeing this number.
(or is it Light... I always get Left and Right mixed up, and now Light and Love. Is this a medical condition? Its as if my brain knows what to think and then I'll say the opposite... but only in these examples. Weird)