2011 was a hell of a ride and its difficult not to be nostalgic when taking a moment to ruminate on the past year. For as long as I could remember, New Year’s Eve celebrations were one that I was not too keen in participating in. Only because I prefer the silence when the year turns over, and your bidding farewell to the last. I suppose, I am just a sentimental fuck like that, and don’t really prefer to stumble into my room three sheets to the wind, with remnants of spew on my shoe. Dear 2011, you will be missed, but 2012, I will own you!