No, not that kind of adult.
But as in, a real life, matured working adult.
I don't have to be angry with AirAsia every time Chinese New Year comes.
And like a classy adult, there will be no senseless drinking and money throwing.
It's just gonna be a quiet reunion dinner with the family and my grandpa.
And instead of purring at his feet for extra bills in my angpow (like I used to), I'm going to be that filial granddaughter who gives him money instead. Not that my parents told me to do so though.
But maybe my dad would be happy to spare his Swing...and we'll sit by the balcony watching other people blast their hundreds dollars worth fireworks into colourful nothingness in the cold, dark night.
And once we're done making fun on people's expenses, I'll retire to bed early so I'd feel wonderful on the first day of the Chinese year. Baru ada ong maa...
So here's to my baby steps into becoming an adult.
Happy Chinese New Year people.