I never consider new year as something special. Not that I have anything against it (even though I'd say I don't really like the way they celebrate it here in Malta, with people drinking beers and smoking cigarettes on the streets), but I just never see New Year's Eve as something worth staying up late. To me new year is just a point where you have to buy a new calendar.

Anyway, 2010 has passed. It was the year when I started drawing again, when I knew Jonathan Safran Foer and Jean-Jacques Sempé for the first time, when I saw J.R.R Tolkien not as my favourite author, but as a linguist. What has happened other than those, I think they're not worth reviewed (oops, sorry LCT). While some are still too fresh in my memory, they start to feel like an old black-and-white movie now.

Well I guess I learned a few things (or I hope so). Happy new year, everyone. I’m giving you a quote from our beloved author here.

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.

- Neil Gaiman