Last year on New Year's I was lying half drunk on the floor of the boy who broke a large part of my teenage heart while texting another boy who broke whatever was left. It was just sad, messy and the most absurd thing.

This year on New Year's I was sitting amongst the company of friends I can see myself inviting to birthday parties, weddings, baby showers, graduations... It was what I'd call a tradition - watchnight service followed by the mandatory Mcdonalds supper. We played charades on movie themes and it was a pleasant sight that made you glow with happiness and made my heart swell up with joy.

It's been at least 4 weeks into 2012 and everything has been promising, even if I have nothing to wear tomorrow for the first day of the Chinese New Year and my hair is crap and I'm going to wake up with swollen goldfish eyes.

Hello New Year, I hope you'd be kinder than the last.