NaomiBerry: The 19th Birthday

Now. I NEVER do anything for my birthday. This year was different, it was awesome. My cousins had all come up to London for the day, we lunched, sightsaw (sightseed?! what the hell is the past tense of sightsee?) and we stopped outside my favourite cake store. And I was all like, why are we here? And ma bro coolly replied: Oh Emma (ma couz) wants a cake. And I accepted that reason until my cousins and brudda broke out into the birthday song carrying a cake with a candle.

Shocked. boom. died.

I am stupid. I am oblivious. I am stupid.

Me and my couzzies looking at a wall in a museum

I love my brudda.

After I left my cousins, I went to a pizza party(how awesome does that sound right). Arrived an hour late, but I was told at the door that I was the first here. So, okay, fine, bought that. Walked into the living room and SURPRISEEEEEEEE. Everyone was there! :') With my favourite caterpillar cake and everything. I LOVE MY FRIENDS.

Shocked. boom. died.

I am stupid. I am oblivious. I am stupid.

There were so many damn clues on the way to the party that could've given it away. One being the fact that someone had posted on the event facebook page (bless facebook) that they had arrived and no one was answering the door. I swear, If someone was planning my murder right infront of me, I wouldn't click.

Me, Vicky and Jecolz

They left the tiniest space for me to fit in, so, I LOOK HUGE PLEASE.

Seriousshotfail.

A week after my birthday, I arranged to meet my fellow foodies; Ninamma and Ashfa! Walked into the restaurant and SURPRISEEEE, a few of my closest closest high school friends were gathered under one roof. Initial reaction was: Oh cool! coincidently bumping into them. But it was all PLANNED.

Shocked. boom. died.

I am stupid. I am oblivious. I am stupid.

Okay, this one I wasn't really stupid lah. Cos it was ONE WEEK after my birthday. And they really didn't let anything slip. They would make good murderers.