On New Year’s Eve, I was feeling rather worn out that night and almost missed the new year when the clock strikes 12. The initial plan was to stay home and/or check out the nearby community centre activities, but his family decided to “cross” bridge to see the fireworks.
I dozed off as he cruised; and though the radio was playing some fine club music, none of the channels was accurate with the countdown. -,-” We knew only when the fireworks started lighting up the sky.
We honked and yelled “Happy New Year” to random cars who drove past, and waved madly too. 😀
And that was how I entered 2012. The car then went around the island once and we all headed back to bed.
We woke up the following morning to have a traditional breakfast, followed by spring cleaning (now everything feels so clean!).
I also cracked the first 3-digit combination lock in my life! It was hard work and required A LOT of patience, and that maroon vintage suitcase was my reward. Hehe. Totally worth it if you ask me. 🙂