Turning twenty is surprisingly twenty-ish. I woke up twenty, did 15 laps, followed Umi to the site, read The Impressionist while waiting to be officially twenty.
My twentieth birthday was pretty normal. Nope, very normal. There were no expectations, no surprises, no drama and notably no teenage angst.
When I was 19, I rode my bike when it was raining heavily and had gotten myself 'tribal' with the raingod. Hah.
When I was 18 I woke up early in the morning and read a cheap novel by a komodo dragon infested lake.
When I was 17, I bought 5 kinds of ABC at the Pasar Malam and finished all of them while watching porn.
When I was 16, I sulked during my birthday, contemplated suicide because I felt like I'd achieved nothing on the much-commercialized sweet 16.
To celebrate, we had dinner at Atmosphere, a revolving restaurant at Yayasan Sabah. It revolved! Coolness. I took dozens of photos of the Restaurant, being the usual photo Jakun. No one seems to care. So click-click away lah. Pedulik.
I ordered something weird. Something kononnya exquisite.
This dish's name is err... matured lamb something something something with lamb juice and something cheese. The New Zealand imported lamb was chilled during its journey, making the lamb a bit more seasoned in taste and smell. Served with blue cheese, baby tomatos, foei gras, poached dalca, honey and the usual mint sauce. When every bite I'd taken cost 10 ringgit each, the meal is sure to be delicious (even when it's not)
My 15 year old Hadi is undergoing the famous Deen brothers tantrum, throwing sarcastic remarks and tossing inconceivable slurs. He was particularly annoying that night so I'd warned him beforehand: "Anymore ruckus from you and I'll make sure this twenty year old foot grace your 15 year old face."