A dear friend of mine mentioned that his 21st was akin to a transformation, a metamorphosis of some kind, where he sees the world in a new light on the very morning he woke up. The skies were clear and everything was good. No such epiphanies from me unfortunately. Being 21 is just like any other day for me, except reminding you that time waits for no man, and your body's mechanisms continue to unwind like the intricate workings of a swiss timepiece; or that entropy would only continue to increase without any hopes of reversal, short of a Cosmic AC intervening of course.
No whacked out beer binges and wet T-shirt parties for my special day unfortunately. Today was spent in a foreign land in quiet contemplation, far from my friends and family. Alas, even that was denied from me, for I was lured from my abode with promise of food and company, and I was not disappointed at all.
I joined Zitai and his parents and his friend, who drove us to Shira Nui in Glen Waverly for some omakase which was oh-so-delish. For those who do not know what's "omakase", I have kindly linked the wiki article for you lazy bastards who can't be bothered to google it. It is like a degustation menu of sorts, where there's no fixed menu, and the chef prepares whatever's fresh/available for the day, and you eat what you are served. Thankfully they were all superb. What about pictures you say? Well I did take photos of the 9-course meal, but I'll only process/upload them tomorrow as I've gotten home late and there's school early tomorrow.
So to all you well-wishers out there, I thank you once again, and I bid ye adieu.
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