Birthday 0707

I celebrated finally landing on the awesome side of 25 at an Eastern Fusion restaurant called Tuli London on Thursday, with a great concept where the buffet dinner was combined with a karaoke bar.

I LOVE karaoke, I have a truly disgusting singing voice but my inability has never dampened my ardour. I sing everywhere, while I'm driving, cooking, cleaning, walking....this of course is likely to cause aural damage to anyone within earshot, can't be bothered though.

So it follows that I'd be a huge karaoke fan, when I'm doing karaoke I get so caught up that I'll be playing air guitar during guitar riffs, jumping on chairs, generally rocking out in my own personal concert. Of course I sound dreadful, who cares though?

Maltina does, that's who.

Anyhoo all my loves; friends, food, presents and karaoke were all in one room on Thursday, I had a truly fabulous day, starting with all the messages, calls etc that I received

*sidebar* I always smirk whenever I see this posted on someones Facebook status after his/her's birthday "Thank you for all the calls, texts, bbms, tweets, DM's, fb status, telegrams, drumtalk, smoke signals, Morse codes etc, I received on my birthday. I'm overwhelmed by this outpouring of love, God bless you, yada yada yada". Nothing wrong with it, they're just being appreciative, but something about that message rubs me the wrong way. Feels like they're saying "look at me, I'm all loved by the people and shit". You only really get it when its your turn, the love I received was honestly truly overwhelming and from all modes of communication and social networking. Would have loved drumtalk though, wish someone would beat out a message for me, or send a town crier or something, Juffure style. (weird how the Roots mini series was so different from the book)

*back to regular transmission* On the real though, I'd like to thank everyone that wished me well, family, friends, fb friends, twitter followers and Mr. and Mrs. U for giving me life and ish ....little things like remebering someone on their birthday does a lot for ones state of mind. Also to everybody that showed up to celebrate with me, I love you all and my boos Nwabugo and Hilda for helping me choose the restaurant and keeping me company throughout and calming me down, especially when I gave my tear ducts some exercise and wept for Imo State.

Forgive the juxtaposition and clarity of the pictures, since I'm currently sans camera, I had to borrow pictures from about 4 different people that attended and took photos. Getting a camera is definitely on my to-do list, along with a million other things.








































My baby Molly sent my cakes from Nigeria, well not technically from Nigeria, but she's in Nig and she ordered the cakes.....well you get my drift sha. Mols ensures I get a cake every single year, useful for cutting down on my birthday budget if I don't have to do it mysel, lol.

Love you Mols.



































































Good times.

Love and light xx

p.s. I got my iPad!! Woop! Woop!