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• Love is a fire that burns unseen,
  A wound that aches yet isn't felt,
  An always discontent contentment,
  A pain that rages without hurting,
  A longing for nothing but to long,
  A loneliness in the midst of people,
  A never feeling pleased when pleased,
  A passion that gains when lost in thought.  

-----Luís de Camões(c. 1524 – 1580 )

Because my endless curiosity, we(our house) decide to make every Tuesday as a Question Day. You can challenge any question to anybody, and any question should be answered.

It started from my question ” Why were you shaking head when the professor was explaining sovereignty using Kosovo as an example?" He came from Serbia. God, I never could imagine I would have someone come from Belgrade as classmate as well as roomate. We have to see each other 16hours a day.. No reason not to seize the precious chance, isn't it?! He hesitated for a second and began to explain his views, which led to a passionate discussion especially after the American girl's joining.

Last evening, with beers, again, we tried to dig the conversation between our the Serbian guy and our classmate, a Albanian girl from Kosovo held earlier that day. It inevitably leads to topics like freedom, democracy, globalization and identity. Finally, we decided not talking about these "never existed ideal concept" and some one suggested "Let's talk about LOVE". Just like the disputes we had in the previous debates, we again divided into realistic perspective as” Love hurts"romantic perspective as"Love is sweet",and skeptical "Love does not exist". Topic soon move on the sex evoked by a girl claiming that she would not mind if her boyfriend cheated her on another guy.” Because he has what i do not have." This liberal saying seems offended the guys and after servel round of questioning and clarifying, the guy suggested us talking about love shouted, pls, let's go back to talk about globalization!

Just now, while easting lunch while at the same time reading for writing the assignment, I read the definition of democracy out. The Serbian

who is eating in front of me imposed his great doubt that no modern country has ever reach the democracy ,which again led our conversation towards a diplomatic debate. Trying to creat anther atmosphere, I raised another question, can you tell me how to breath when you are swimming. However, his detailed demonstration just stimulated my another question:” Then, why can't human just breath in the water, like fishes do?"

His answer seems useful: Because, fishes can not breath outside the water.

See, that is freedom.

Geoge(second left,hope it is the right spelling)'s departure day,dear Guio and her bf Knud

Ronald's farewell night, we went to play pool

   This is how my room goes. it is nice with two big windows. and there is a double bed on the other side(but i wont let you see since i have not found the right duvet cover)

The kitchen and the front door, bikes are very important in danish life

Backyard garden, laundry and mail box with my name on it!

Window view from my room and of course,ME(applause!!)

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there. I do not die.

                     -----Mary Elizabeth Frye(1905-2004)

4月底出发前，把这首诗抄写在一张漂亮的蓝色纸上想给店长张一个小惊喜，却终未实践；日行千里，却在淮海路上跟静安寺的阿君说抱歉；去fayGPRS定位下的pub里没有fay；对身处广州容容说你等等我，却看到“你到时我刚刚离开”

是什么让我和我想念的人们变得疏远？还好翻看相机还有akko,老妈和亮亮. 回到家处处干净到shinning因为有丽榕.

o,把上个月好不容易见到的掉头鸟给忘记了，就像那份许留山！