We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar...

                      t.s.eliot

Let me take this privilege
Let me wish you
For getting the chance to start
Life anew
At least I can wish you...
Happy New Year 2011.