The strange year of 2011 is finally at its end. Before this, no matter what disagreeably surprising things I encountered I would never refrain putting them down expressively in words. Yet this year of turmoil and of fluctuation had rendered me speechless – to express anything in words seemed futile if not sinful. While I recognise the many things that 2011 had conferred upon me and consequently changed me essentially, I am happy that it is past and that I shall be able to regain some of my former self in the new year. That is, if Doom’s Day does not thwart my good intentions to continue striving to be an interesting if not wonderful human being.