Twenty Eleven

I spent thirty minutes thinking on whether I should spend the new year's eve with my paps and mams, watching fireworks pop in the sky while holding tightly unto each other's hands in fear of getting gobbled up by the crowd with a bottle of beer on the other hand, just like we do it year after year OR spend the night at church counting down till 2011 with a bunch of young, energetic kiddos for a change.

I couldn't have both as there will only be one 2011 countdown and I couldn't be at two places at one time. It was a tough choice, knowing that lots of things are going to change next year.

It came down to me asking myself this:
"If it were my last day, which would I choose?"

Paps and mams it was. Momsies didn't have the 'mojo' to brave through the KL jam thus we decided to tone it down a little at The Palette, IOI Boulevard.

I needed to do something to spice it up a little so I paid for supper. Being 'asians' as Matthew would say, my parents decided to dine at a German restaurant. Hey, pork knuckles and Hoegaarden ain't cheap okay. But at least now I know where all my kia su-ness comes from.

Now I feel darn good about myself.
C'mon, imagine the first meal of the year 2011 paid by your own kid. I'm grown up, aren't I?






We were standing directly below the fireworks and there were flying ashes everywhere and out of nowhere some white sort of like crater / asteroid looking thing hit my face. Anyway, the fireworks weren't that big of a deal, I could see the same sorta giant sparks flying out of some of my rich neighbours. At the end of the morning, it's the company that counts =)



Happy New Year 2011!

It's funny how some people would die to spend the first few moments of a new year drunk, high on alcohol and vomiting everywhere.