My new year's eve was spent the same way I have been spending it the past years. After the mass, we went home and waited for 12 o'clock to strike so that we could watch fireworks light up the sky. It was beautiful, as always. And though I lack photos from our little lights show, in my defense, I was definitely pre-occupied with exchanging 'happy new year' greetings with my family and neighbors, plus jumping up and down a bit in hopes of still gaining a few inches in height even if I have gone past the growing age of 21. By some miracle, who knows, right? Then, we had our new year's eve feast.