My folks held a huge New Year’s Eve party in their backyard.

They had 80+ people turn up. A band. A karaoke machine. A dance floor with flashing lights. Tables of food. Sizzling satays. And being the over-the-top Chinese parents they are, they had a whole suckling pig roasting on a spit.

I’m not sure what I means when you discover that your parents turn out to be wilder party animals than yourself. I wanted to spend the new year with a nice quite yummy dinner with my loved ones and go to bed early.

^ Left overs in the fridge.