2007 is by far the worst year in my life so far. It started with a warning sign – occurred quite literally right after the last sound of the New Year’s bell - which I quite conveniently ignored, and ended in the midst of the longest period of misery I have ever experienced. (Despite the desperate desire to substitute “midst” with “aftermath”, such act, I’m afraid, would render the whole statement untrue.) Not only did I decide- on the basis of a series of beliefs, part of which turned out to be spectacularly misconceived - to leave a company where I have made some very good friends whose accompany I thoroughly enjoy, and a city which I manage to discover fun and comfort in and is considerably closer to the place I call home, I also lost a substantial portion of faith in something that is rather important in life. Having said all that, one thing that is notably celebratable is the very fact that I survived, thanks to my lovely friends who have withstood my raging negativity and accommodated my annoying existence (for Dong Xin / Yichen, and Xu Jia, this was literally the case) over the past 8 months.

     Here I am at the beginning of a brand new year - spending some quality free time in my slightly crowded office in London – hoping that 2008 would be a better year – well, how could it possibly not be!