When I was younger, my parents didn't let me out to celebrate. Their excuse: " It's gona be very jam mila!...bahaya nanti banyak mat rempit...nanti you guys main mercun kena nanti bahaya "
Now that I am old grown up, it's more of a " mila new years eve kat umah etc..bbq. " (with a "you better not have plans" face and tone of voice)
Trust me, if I say.." mom, i've got plans "
Brace yourself for the ultimate I'm so disappointed in you face.
I hate that face. A lot.
I would really like to have them trust me to know that I can juggle spending time with family and friends but no matter how 'homey' I am, having just one plan in a whole week is too much especially for my dearest mother.
Nevertheless, bbq at my brothers house went well. It's their new place, very cozy. It was basically a pot luck dinner, so I brought some shepherds pie to add in the feast.
Ate. Dance. Laugh.
It was yet another chilling bbq new years eve dinner.
Maybe I have to wait til I'm married to have a change of New Years Eve plans. Enjoy the photos!
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