The date changes, and everyone goes back to the stone age.
About 9PM last night, I was in a tricycle on my way home when some infantile moron decided that it would be great fun to throw a very powerful firecracker in our path. Really, if murder wasn't a crime, I'd like to throw one of them super lolos at whoever's face that was. Now that would be really fun.
I absolutely abhore New Year - all that damned noise. What people get out of playing with firecrackers, I haven't the faintest idea.
Nevertheless, I wish everyone - except that infantile moron - a Prosperous and Happy New Year.