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Six Feet Under Promo saison 3

2006-04-13T05:36:00.000-07:00

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I love Six Feet Under

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2006-01-05T05:53:00.000-08:00

前言：每天身边发生着许许多多的事情，过去了，忘记了，有时候会有冲动想把一些事情记录下来，作为以后回忆中的素材，说不定哪天心情不好的时候就又会笑了。其实他还是有可爱之处的。。。　　　　

（1）、冲茶记　　　　
今天和他一起去这边的中国超市去买一些做菜用的材料，途径一个中国小贩开的点心店的时候，他经不住诱惑拉着我进去看看里面有什么宝贝，还不停的埋怨以前路过的时候我总是不陪他进来买一些好吃的中国东西。其实这里卖的也都是一些传统点心，比如老婆饼、叉烧饼、豆沙饼，对我来说并没有很大的吸引力。看着貌似相同的中国点心，他小心翼翼得选了一个叉烧饼，买了下来。然后跑到大街上，趁我把东西放在车上的空上，自己一个人吃了起来。后来一直称赞中国点心多么多么的好吃、多么多么的与众不同，然后又数落起来我的不贤惠，从来没有给他买过中国点心吃。　　　　

平时最受不了他的唠叨，从一出门就开始罗嗦起来，我去买了半只烧鹅，他也能拿出北京烤鸭和烧鹅更我搅和半天，弄的我像给他几拳，让他知道中国拳脚的厉害，可他最近身体不好，只好作罢，就不去理会他了。回到家，又因为微波炉的材料问题跟我理论半天，我脾气大发，冲他喊了几声，他立马收声，直到吃完饭都没有跟我说一个字，除了那句“你不应该对我发脾气”。然后一个人跑去看电视，而我在旁边找来网上小毛的小说看着，谁也不理会谁。直到后来看到三毛写的《一个男孩子的爱情》，觉得荷西的可爱之处到跟他有几点神似，或许此时的我和当时的三毛一样有了那种隐隐的愧疚之情，便主动和他求和。　　　　

而他则说，“你去给我冲壶茶，然后拿出我的中国点心来，这样才是好同学。”在家里冲茶，总是遵循着一三五，二四六的规则，每人一次，谁也不亏欠谁。只可惜从国内带来的两罐好茶已经早早就喝完了，从这里的茶铺买过一些进口的中国茶叶，就连这个洋鬼子都撇着嘴说“不好喝不好喝，我要喝你带的茶叶”。人家都说让一个男人爱上你，首先要管好他的胃，虽然我不争气，做不好一手好手艺，但是想要喝到好茶，他还是离不开我的，呵呵。不过近来，我连着做的寿司和红烧鸡翅，都让他吃的叫好，看来，他始终是逃不出我的手掌心的。说罢，给他弄了壶茶，加上买来的中国点心，他现在也应该知足了。

（2）、生病记　　　　
前几天，他凭空的告诉我他要住院几天，开始我还不相信，觉得是他在编造故事来逗我玩。后来他说多了，就自然而然的相信了，还开始帮他收拾行李，一边收拾自己的心情。他总是个丢三落四的人，什么东西不见了，也不去找，就说丢了，要么就在老远的地方就喊“你见我的XXX了没有”或者“XXX在哪里啊，我找不到了。”教育过他好多次，成效不到，最后就不和他计较，能找的就帮他找了。他去住院，但是轮到我紧张起来了，生怕他在医院里面有什么东西忘记带去，于是三翻四次的叮嘱他是否一切都准备好了，以至他都嫌我罗嗦，抓住我的肩膀，用异样的眼光看着我，说：“都好了都好了，放松放松。”　　　　

实际上，这次住院，是对他厉行检查。以前我还在国内那会，也知道他会每年在医院呆上一段日子，每次都平安无事的出来，他笑西西的对我夸耀他的健康状况一直很好。虽然情况是这样，但是自己还是紧张着，生怕万一有个什么闪失，毕竟他是要做手术的。后来因为太紧张了，就故意的不去想它不去说它，他跟我打着俏的问我，他去住院我是不是很开心，因为这下我自由了，可以一个人在家里做自己想做的事情。我回到，是啊，你永远不回来了，我才真的自由了呢。然后埋头继续整理他的行李。　　　　

他在医院住了两天，自己却一点没有开心起来。白天在家里会弄一些吃的东西想着跟他带过去，自己做了东西，然后自己又把厨房整理好，就这样做做弄弄，折腾了一下午。十几个寿司终于大功告成，然后带上一罐新鲜的鱼子，以着他的口味，可谓爱心一片啊。　　　　

就这样出发了，手机里是他发来的短信，告诉我怎么坐车，怎么转火车，在怎么在医院里找到他的病房。他住的医院在另外一个城市，要从这边做火车前往。在火车站用不怎么灵光的法文买上一张车票，看到上面即没有时间日期又没有班次，就傻了眼，上面上只印着两个大大的日期“28/12/05---01/01/06”，就这样，跳上了火车，颇有点流浪的感觉。那几天，欧洲整个大陆都在下着雪，地上已经白芒芒的一片了，望着窗外飘飞的雪花，感觉这个城市离我越来越远，一切都陌生起来。　　　　

终于找到了他的病房，3511，他看到我，本来躺在床上，一下子坐了起来，还没等我跨进门，就像孩子一样笑西西的冲我喊“Hi~~hi~~~”，这个时候突然鼻子发暖，不知道该哭还是该笑，只是静静的走了进去，冲隔壁的人说着“Goedenavond”，找了把椅子在他的床边坐下了。显然他是无聊透了，我来到后就叽里挂拉的跟我说了好大一堆，现在已经想不起来具体内容了，无非就是一些他在医院见到的、听到的琐事。到了后来，他开始自己做他的事情，我则趴在床上翻着报纸找来一些智力测试来做。　　　　

第二天他做了手术，在做之前，他竟然把手术的过程详细的描述给我听，还说自己已经做过好多次了，仿佛是一件多么值得炫耀的事情。想起那些冷光闪闪的刀子，我就不自在，一直嚷着，不要听不要听。可是还是担心他，不管他在怎么表现的冷静，过头了的冷静。第二天看他的时候，已经做完了手术，很顺利，他还是老样子，一见到我就兴奋不行，医生让他休息，他却老是在病房里走来走去，不知道他哪来的力气。后来，没有办法，在吃饭的时候，找来一把轮椅，推着他在整个病房楼层里转个遍去找餐厅。患难夫妻，突然想到了这个词，并且告诉他，这是我第一次推轮椅，那个时候自己也已经说不出来是什么味道了，只是觉得两个人在一起经历多了，什么都见过了，很开心仍然还在一起，不离不弃的。　　　　

在他住院的那两天，他老说我很体贴，搞的我有点不好意思。那两天，来回的展转在两个城市，陪着他，确实也做了一些事情。可等医生允许他回家之后，他就变回了老样子，在家里，每天吵着，我怎么不体贴，对他怎么不好。就这样，我们从患难夫妻又边回了老夫老妻，过着两个人的生活。

(3)、话说中文　　　　
在这里最让我不能容忍的就是我费了九牛二虎之力来学他的语言，国家不大，到是有三种官方语言，法语和荷兰语本来就难学，加上在学之前中了他的诡计，搞的现在苦不堪言。不知道他当时哪来的理论，说是中国人学荷兰语十分的容易。就这样，上了贼船，只能继续下去。　　　　

在家里，我们是不怎么说母语的，只用英文交流，这点到是公平，就不跟他计较。有时候兴起，让他说几句中文，谁知他张口就来“邓小平、毛泽东、周恩来。。。”等等革命家，听的我一楞一楞，立刻狂笑起来，他也跟着乐了起来，真不知道该拿他怎么办才好。　　　　

有时候则怪他不肯下功夫苦学中文，并跟他列举谁谁谁（外国友人）都已经能说一口不错的国语了，他则头一歪的辩驳道，“你不是一个好老师。我要跟着谁谁谁（他认识的中国网友）学一定学得很好。”让我气不打一处来。　　　　

其实，我并不很在意他不懂中文，只是有时候看不过他在国内跟家人在一起的时候，连一个“你好”、“谢谢”都说不出来。狠狠的批评过他，去中国已经好多次了，怎么还连一个词都不会，真是比傻瓜还苯。他则一个耳朵听一个耳朵出，到现在仍然除了那几个名人之外就在也不会说什么国语了。　　　　

有一天，大发感慨，加上刚起床睡意朦胧，就冲着他说“以后我在找朋友的时候，就找个会中文的。”这话他可听进去了，直到现在还没有忘记，动不动就搬出来取笑我，一副很不友好的样子。不过，有时候在睡觉的时候，听到他在梦中喃喃的说着他的母语，心里怪可怜他的，于是发奋学习荷兰语，因此自己的成绩在班级里一直都是数一数二，倒也是件美事。　　　　

说到中文，有时候真的心疼，那怎样精练完美的语言，无法和他交流真是一件憾事。我爱写，这两年来，写得多半都是我和他的一些生活和情感，心血来潮的时候，会当做宝贝似的想要跟他分享。但是每每看到他半吊子的样子，只好放弃。曾经语重心长的教导他，要学中文，然后可以读我的文字，他却丝毫不动心的拒绝，原因是中文太难。后来我也鼓励他写点文字，写点我们的事情，他却说，他不是那块写作的料。真是枉费了他肚子里的那些墨水（他这辈子可是读了不少的书啊）。　　　　

还好我们用不找为下一代考虑，不过有时候也会胡思乱想，如果真有了下一代，我是坚决一定要他们学习中文的，能学英语、法语、荷兰语那更好。哈，这简直国际大家庭！

China is getting so popular!

2006-01-05T04:58:00.000-08:00

I couldn't believe that we just spent half of the class time discussing about China, even there were only 5 of us. The new French class started again yesterday. I was happy to see some clasmates sitting there in the classroom, talking about their Christmas holidays. Apparently everyone enjoyed lots of delicious food. Maybe it's an advantage of participing in the class where i am the only boy! So we started to talk shamelessly about what nice food we ate and what we did. I forgot how to get to the topic of China. I just remembered that we spent two hours talking about it. Of course, i, being the only Chinese student, talked a lot. There was this German girl who had once lived in China for 3 years and in the end, we became the only two talkers in the class while the other students were listening. It was funny, though. Everyone seemed to be interested. That girl even invited me for coffee on Friday to go on with our chat.

On TV, i could see the news about China everyday, most of which is bad news, of course. That's what they do for television. I have already met several local people who are studying Chinese. And there is a couple who is going to adopt a chinese kid this year. When i was in their house, they were so keen to know everything about China. They were excited, I guess. Yesterday, i sent an email to the belgian and chinese association, hoping to find a part time job there. I got their reply this morning, telling me there was no demand for a part time job but for translations and interpretations. They mentioned also they had difficulities in finding Chinese teachers to teach in their chinese language courses. Humm...Chinese is getting popular too!

I miss China, especially Chinese food, hehe. Mayone one day, China will be really strong. Can't wait until that day coming! By the way, it's dog year 2006! My year!

梦里花落知多少－－写三毛

2005-12-31T12:57:00.000-08:00

没有想过会在这样的一个新年夜突然想起三毛，然后会如此的伤感。一切都起因与一个帖子，当我不经意的打开后看到那三毛的一切，她的文字、她的照片、她的旅程，我开始发疯搬的试图在网上找到她的作品，在次拿在手里仔细的品读。可惜，在这个国家里，没有中文书籍，我更怀疑这里的人在谈论那些大作家的时候会不会知道三毛的故事。当Jos看到我写的blog的时候，问我在写什么，我说三毛，他说是不是那个在茶房写作的作家，顿时让我觉得一阵温暖，少许得到写安慰。　　　　

曾经有几次决定要去撒哈拉，但是都因为种种原因而中断了。记得三毛说过她在一本《国家地理杂志》上看到撒哈拉的介绍便神往那片土地，一片乡愁让她如此的爱恋。而对于我，这种情感已经深深的扎在心里，乡愁说不上，但是真想去用力的拥抱那一片荒漠，寻找到当年三毛曾居住过的地方，然后用几天的时间去幻想他们的生活，每一条街道，每一个地点，都不回放过。要说人执着起来什么都挡不住，正如何西跑到那片土地并和三毛结婚时的那种韧劲，我赞赏不已。　　　　

第一次读三毛的作品集是上高中，自己读书不多，但那是我唯一读过三遍一上的书，到现在回家的时候每次看到摆在书架上的那本《三毛作品集》都会不忍心的翻上几页，然后跟着里面的三毛笑了、哭了、感动了。那时候只是去梦想，幻想着自己也会有一个和三毛一般的生活和爱情，哪怕爱到最后爱到不能承受。当三毛说，对于她来说，死亡是种幸福，我可以理解，因为自己也始终坚信着那种海誓山盟的契约，两个人在一起因为爱而融合，失去了任何一方就在也不完整了。就这样，一直相信着，一直不曾放弃过，直到自己也找到属于自己的那种爱情。　　　　

读到最后，看到何西离去，心碎了，为三毛心疼到不行。后来读到一段写她邂逅一位陌生男子时的故事，更是心疼这个娇脆的女人，更佩服她的顽强。问世间情为何物，我想在三毛的书上便可以找到解答吧。这个走出世界，却不曾走出那段情感的女人，该用怎样的文字来形容她啊？以至于不能言语去表达，只好尽量追寻她的足迹，来发觉和体验这一切。自己给自己安排了一个旅行，那就是去西班牙还有撒哈拉沙漠迦纳利岛，就称它为“寻梦”，来给自己一个洗礼。　　　　

回看自己的生活，当然是不能比拟的。当我飞赴重洋，来到这边西欧大地上，想到的只是那片思乡的情怀还有这里给我的巨大的陌生感。在想回来，不知道当时的三毛是如何的感受，是不是像我这样一般孤独，还是去坦然接受并去创造自己的生活。我情不自禁的问着自己，猜测着如此般的女人该做些什么。真希望可以找到答案，这样就不用像现在一样的迷失，至少可以用她的文字来安慰自己，让自己坚强般的继续生活下去。可惜她没有留下过很多的文字让我去寻找答案，或许生活就应该让自己去把握，至少她是这样做的。　　　　

我在网上试尽一切自己能想到的方法，试图找到一些三毛的译本，并且可以买到给自己的朋友，让他们来了解这位伟大的女人，让他们来了解一种生活，更重要的是让他们来更好的了解我。但是结果却是一场空，无论怎样努力，始终找不到她作品的译本，甚至更不知道该如何从这里买到中文版。就连想要重新品读那让我魂牵梦绕的故事都成为一种奢望。我挣扎着，不知道该如何是好，心里黯淡下来，绝望透了。在这样的新年夜，我想到三毛，以这样的方式准备着一年的结束，新一年的开始，多么的具有戏剧性。　　　　

后来读到〈小王子〉，那也是关于一种生活的态度，也是关于撒哈拉。只是〈小王子〉太过美好，而三毛则是真真切切的。　　　　

每每谈到三毛，总是觉得悲喜交加，悲的是那段轰列的爱情已经成为过眼云烟，只有在记忆中不经意的飘现，散开，如同黑夜里外面飘着的雨水，冰凉冰凉得，更悲的是自己多么想要这样的生活这样的爱情，悲剧的结局始终吸引着更多的灵魂。喜的是悲剧中的甜蜜和那份天长地久，仿佛最黑暗中的光芒，可以驱逐心里最深处的恐惧，用三毛的话说，“夜像毛毯一像席卷过来”，有了那种刻骨铭心的爱情，怎样都会觉得温暖吧。　　　　

感谢在我旁边坐着，目不转睛看着电视中的动画片的男人，他给了我一种希望和一种爱情，正如三毛作品中多次描写过的那种一般，充满了无数的温清和不娇不躁的幸福。我想，我们只缺一种大无畏的精神，总是害怕着失去而忘记了享受现在的时光，去探险、去爱护彼此、去真正的面对生活，正如她所做到的一样。呵，写到这里，心里忽然觉得明朗起来，就在这个新年夜里，听着外面不是传来的鞭炮声，三毛还是给我了巨大的帮助，一如既往的。　　　　

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仅以此文做为新一年的勉励还有对三毛的怀念

Sanmao

2005-12-31T11:59:00.000-08:00

At this moment, i am desperate to find one book on internet. One book was written by Sanmao (Chen ping/Echo) who was born in Taiwan and lived in Spain. The first time when i read her book was in my high school. The influence on me is so huge that i could say it's sort of changed my life in a way. It's also when i first dreamed of Sahara, the place hunting me for ages and until now it still does. So carelessly, i opened un article online today and it was about her, her life, her writings, her trips, everything...I have to say it's not a happy thing to think of this on the New Year eve. It's sad, it's painful and it's deep. The most frustrated thing is that i couldn't read it again because in this country, i doubt there will be many people who know her. Immediately, i felt isolated. I don't know what to do any more as if a child has lost his way in a dark night, knowing nowhere to go. Ah, Sahara, my dreamland. I have spent years and years dreaming about this place. Finally it comes back to me so suddenly in this cold night. I guess it's easy for people who have read her book to understand my feeling now. We share the same attitude towards life and same desire of being loved and loving someone.

Merry Christmas

2005-12-24T14:55:00.000-08:00

Well, my first christmas in the western world isn't so good by far. To my surprise, Brussels looks like the same old way as it was for the last whole year today. No christmasy decorations, no shining lights, no music, no snow...nothing...nothing! In the afternoon, i couldn't help but shouting at Jos, saying i was tired of this city and all i could do here was to go to the damn school then go back damn home after. He was a bit hurt, i could tell but didn't wanna make up with him, because i was really disappointed. Something was pinching my heart all the time and i felt really sad. Without any friends and family, it's a hard situation now for me to put myself together and face all the difficulties. I shouted deep inside, why the hell could he never be the sweet guy and surprise me for once? Why the hell is life so boring here? I hate it when he doesn't seem to be care about these few special moments of the year when i am struggling for anything difference from the rest of the whole year! This is ridiculous! Even in China, we had so much fun on Christmas Eve. So disappointed.

Later, we went to the church because Marc was playing Christmas music there and there would be a ceremony. It's quite new to me and i sort of liked it, although they were speaking dutch and i couldn't understand anything at all. I felt better when the old lady next to me spreaded her hand to hold mine and people started to sing together. I felt better when people said peace to each other and shaked each other's hands no matter whether he was a stranger or not. The thing that amused me finally was the fact told by Marc that the priest and his assistant were actually gay couple who had been secretly living together for years! That was not so bad. I could hardly believe what i was hearing. When i was passing by the priest who was talking to people in front of the gate after the ceremony and saying goodbye to people, he suddenly stopped talking and seeked for my hand to say Merry Christmas in Dutch. Well, i was not quite sure what he did say finally because i was still amused by his secret. Gay priest! Well done~!

Jos took me to a Chinese restaurant, coz he thought this might make me feel better. I was terribly missing home these days and always saying i wanted to eat chinese food. I did try to cook some chinese at home and i think it's improving quite quickly. Indeed, it was a nice idea to have something chinese now. It made me feel at home, especially when the lady was so friendly to me. She even told Jos that it's the most difficult time for me to being here, after she knew i was in Brussels only for 4 months. I really appreciate that! The food was quite nice, although it's far away from real chinese cuisine. Anyway, i liked it. I felt sorry that i was mad at Jos early today.

Ok, i bought some Marcolini chocolate this afternoon. It's specially made for Christmas. "The star of Christmas" . Funcy, isn't it? :)

Yahoo~~~Officially on holiday now

2005-12-22T10:48:00.000-08:00

Finally, i have finished all the exams! This morning, it's raining in Brussels while i was looking out of the window in the teaching building. Cold and Moist! Tomorrow, i am going to know the result of the dutch test. I think it won't be too bad since i felt ok. I got the result of french test. It's 82%, not so bad either. Now finally holiday comes and i could take a rest and be lazy!

Maybe i can finish the lastest "Harry Potter" during the holiday

I've got un movie to watch tomorrow

We will go to a Christmas party in Paul's house on the 25th.

Nice, isn't it?

[Food]Spicy chicken

2005-12-13T10:56:00.000-08:00

Jos身体不舒服，竟然打电话给我说要吃中国菜，不想吃大块大块的肉了。我们的饮食是有点不正常，肉吃的太多，蔬菜太少，并不是我不喜欢吃蔬菜，只是这里做蔬菜就是在水里煮下，或者在锅里煎下就好了。怎么吃也吃腻了啊，而且这里蔬菜的品种实在少的可怜，哎。看来以后要开始吃salade了，生吃也比他们做的好吃。　　　　

想吃辣子鸡好久了，看了花绽放的帖子决定今天学一学。以前也曾做过几次，味道都不错，但都是没有放辣椒的，因为他不吃辣，这边的人普遍都不怎么吃辣。记得第一次叫他的一个朋友来家里吃饭，我做香辣虾给他们吃，结果两个人拼命了喝水，他们说从来没吃过那么辣的菜，呵呵。今天，把鸡肉分了两份，一个做不辣的给他，一个做辣辣的给我吃，哈哈。　　　　

做饭前，先了杯campari兑上橙汁。说到酒，这边人喝酒跟喝饮料一样，大部分是红酒，fancy点的时候就和香摈。在国内的时候我不喜欢喝酒的，到了这边处于礼貌，也开始喝了，白葡萄酒要比红酒容易接受的多，现在喝着喝着竟然也能分辨出酒的质量了。前几天，paul曾托jos买一本介绍红酒的书，厚厚的一本跟词典一样，里面全是各种各样的红酒，和评价，很不可思仪。他们家都是win drinker，地窖里面除了红酒就是红酒，甚至买了三个冰柜专门用来贮存酒，这样的情节，我是不能理解的。

在国内的时候最喜欢喝gin tonic，他来武汉的时候，我们几乎每天晚上都跑出去在“秀玉”里面一起喝gin tonic，以至于里面好多服务员都认识我们了。在这边，除了白酒红酒，其他的酒也满多的。他常常给自己买瓶酒带回来，然后弄上一杯，极享受啊。当我想喝可口可乐的时候，他就站出来斥责！　　　　

好了，做辣子鸡丁了！在这里买鸡肉总觉得困难，整个的鸡都是用来烤的，贵的10欧左右，便宜的4欧左右，相差真的很大。鸡翅膀很便宜，8个才2-3欧。没办法，因为jos不会啃骨头，只好买鸡胸脯来吃，味道真是差远了！　　　　

菜是按照花绽放的方法做的，连接在这里：　　http://www.tianya.cn/New/PublicForum/Content.asp?idWriter=38269&Key=214004416&strItem=no11&idArticle=231029&flag=1

因为家里没有葱了，所以我放了青椒，跟花JJ的有点不同．做出来，看起来还很好看的，但是可能因为我没有放水收汁，所以肉太干了点，跟干编的一样，而且味道觉得差了点什么．所以我后来又放了酱油和豆瓣酱，味道真的是改善了许多许多，建议大家做的时候也加上．我觉得花JJ放了糖，真的很好，肉吃起来有点微甜，更好吃了．不过我放了好多辣椒，国内的时候不怎么吃辣，在这边想吃的不行，于是放了好多．后来，竟然都吃完了，辣的不行！　　　　

做菜的时候，一不小心，切辣椒的手碰到鼻子了，结果鼻子疼了好长时间，洗了后都还像着火了一样！好厉害啊！　　

[Food]Spaghetti

2005-12-13T10:50:00.000-08:00

今天一个比利时朋友问我晚上吃什么，我说吃spaghetti。他很认真的说，啊，很难做啊。我吃了一惊，才明白他在说反话。是的，spaghetti真的不算难做，其实这边的许多菜都不难做，什么东西放在烤箱里，或者平底锅里，设定好时间就可以做别的事情去了。这边的食物，很大程度上是取绝的材料和herbs（就是那些小调料了）。吃过几次spaghetti，有一次买的肉和面条都很好，吃起来特别好吃，但是同样的做法，如果买的肉或者面条不对，真的怎么也吃不下。如果说做中国菜，就更不容易了，就说普通的肉丝，都不太好下手。因为这里的肉的种类太多了，但是没有一样是专门给用来切丝的，都是一快一快的直接烹饪。所以买的时候就看感觉了，看着像国内用来做的，就差不多了。不过，说起来，如果做坏了，真的很可惜，因为肉太贵啦！
　　　　
好了，废话少说　　　　

材料：　　1、盐（我没有用，因为我以为买来的肉陷就是很咸的，后来才发现不是，5555）、胡椒粉、番茄酱（不是ketchup啊，那小罐是浓缩番茄汁，大的是番茄酱，专门用来做spaghetti的）、一块浓缩肉粉（我也不知道怎么翻译，就是浓缩了肉料的一块调料，说白了跟方便面里的那种才不多，但是是浓缩的）、艾菊（不知道怎么翻译，但是学名好象这样，而且国内也很常用）　　　　2、蘑菇（这里最常见也是最便宜的蘑菇，除了这样吃之外，我还真没有发现有什么其他做法让我觉得它好吃的，这边的其他蘑菇都是进口的，天价啊！）、肉陷（这边的肉陷都是现成的，买来可以做肉丸、spaghetti的酱等等，但是有不同的肉陷，比如有的是放了洋葱的，有的没放，有的本身就很咸，有的则不太咸）、意大利面（一定要选好的）、小洋葱一个、蒜一瓣

做法：　　1、蘑菇去柄，切成片。洋葱切丝，蒜切成沫。热锅，放下适量黄油（西方人不太用其他的油的），然后将肉陷放在锅里，划散。过上2-3分钟，加入洋葱和蒜，然后撒上胡椒粉。炒熟。　　　　2、同时在另一个锅里倒入番茄酱，一大一小，烧沸腾，加入蘑菇和两片香叶（忘记在材料里说了）。等肉陷好了后，倒入锅里，拌好后，盖上锅盖，用小火煮20分钟。一定要小火，否则会弄糊的，如果不放心，建议不时看一下。　　　　3、这里的面条一般包装上都会说煮几分钟的，就设定好时间不管它就是了。煮面条的时候可以放一点点盐在水里。等时间到的时候，就可以捞出来，同时停了做酱的火。　　　　4、把酱到在面条上就ok了。

现在吃饭，每天只吃一顿正餐，因为早上要起来上课，顾不上吃很多，顶多在学校里在休息的时候吃上一个三明治，一天就打发了，到晚上回家在做饭。不过也好，一是省钱，二是可以减肥。一说到这个，就想起猪头香，她肯定还在拼命的吃着垃圾食品呢，哈哈，不知道是不是又发福了呢。平时吃肉吃多了，会觉得腻，吃下面条换换口味也不错。只是这次因为肉陷的原因，所以觉得酱淡了些。可惜啊！　　　　

spaghetti因为酱的不同而不同，光在意大利，他们点餐一般开胃菜就是一盘spaghetti或者pasta，然后在吃正餐，可见他们对面食的热爱。在venice的时候曾经吃过一种用一种极为珍贵的菌类做成的酱和spaghetti一起吃，真是美味啊！

[Food]Fried beef with beans

2005-12-13T10:47:00.000-08:00

昨天已经开始做菜了，jos买来的菜谱，所谓的中国菜．自己翻了翻没有发现一样是平常自己吃的，都是洋化的中国菜．但是买这样的菜谱，有两个好处，一个是上面的调料在这边都可以找到，二是Jos不会因为里面有奇怪的东西而不吃．所以偶就找了一个简单的菜学了．　　　　

昨天没有拍现场的片片，所以只好扫描菜谱上来．菜名叫做＜小蔬炒牛肉＞．我的法文不是很好啦，有时候只好查字典，正好一边学做菜一边学法文，哈哈．　　　　
　
材料：　　1、牛腿肉 300g　　2、蒜一瓣，切末或者拍碎　　3、花生油，半汤勺　　4、辣椒油，半咖啡勺　　5、酱油，1汤勺　　6、豆瓣酱，半汤勺　　7、糖，半咖啡勺　　8、玉米粉（国内的淀粉），1咖啡勺　　9、鸡汤，100ml　　10、豆角，80g，切半　　11、红菜椒，100g，切片　　12、小白菜或者其他的蔬菜 150g

做法：　　1、将牛肉切成条，小拇指那样吧．和蒜、姜、花生油、辣椒油混合在一起，放在一个碗里。热锅，放一点油，7、8成热的时候放如牛肉，炒至肉呈金黄色。盛出待用。　　2、向锅里加入豆瓣酱、酱油、玉米粉、糖和鸡汤。大火，等到沸腾时，加入切好的豆角，炒两分钟。汤汁会边稠，然后加入牛肉和红辣椒、蔬菜等，翻炒。最好闷几分钟，这样豆角会熟的快些。等到差不多的时候，放点味精，就ok了。　　　　

总结：偶做了这个菜，感觉还不错，至少他吃了很多。我买的牛肉，一半做了这个菜，一半给他放在烤箱里做了，但是他吃我的这个菜比较多哦，呵呵。平时，西方人吃饭很少放盐的，而我就很放盐，好多次做菜自己都觉得太咸了。这次还好，量就按照上面给的，在依照个人口味稍微调整下就好了。

Learning cooking

2005-12-13T10:45:00.000-08:00

在这里学做饭纯粹是被逼的，来这边前，多少人在耳边关切的说过，在哪边不怕吃不习惯么？那时还不当会事情的说，没问题，我好养活，吃什么都吃的习惯。现在可没那那种豪言壮语了，天天像个小妇人一样除了平时学习就是琢磨怎么吃到中国菜了。真后悔当时没有在国内好好练习厨艺，跟着家人学上几个菜，把大好时光全浪费在餐馆里坐享其成。现在终于走头无路，自己学做菜了。　　　　

其实我一直很欣赏可以做的一手好菜的人，正如三毛提到的，把几种材料放在锅里不一会就可以成为一道佳肴，这就是艺术。来到这里之后，和国内朋友家人聊天说的最多的就是自己对中国菜的思念之情，要么就是酸留留的回忆自己曾经吃过的好吃的，真没出息。现在决定开始正式下厨，一点点的学来，同时和大家一起分享。　　　　

在家里，我和他通常都是一起做饭，有时候实在太累了，就是他做，我洗碗，反之亦然。说实话，我和他都不是很好的厨师，我就不用说了，他也好不了哪里去，做的东西都很简单，就那几种。他的朋友都很会做菜的，所以每次有人邀请我们吃饭，我总是乐得不得了。在家的时候，我也曾做过几次中国菜，都是在天涯里找来花绽放的菜谱，一边看一边做。有的做的竟然还可以。但是对他来说，我喜欢吃的，他都不喜欢，所以总是做起菜来困难的很。　　　　

这边的人，吃起土豆来跟我们吃米饭，馒头一样。曾经一个澳大利亚的朋友说他刚来中国的时候，没有土豆吃，天天觉得吃不饱。Jos不喜欢吃白米饭，但喜欢吃炒饭，每次我让他吃白米饭的时候，他总是埋怨我为什么不给他做炒饭。可我不会做，没办法！于是，很多时候，我们都是吃土豆泥，做起来很简单，后来甚至他一直让我做了，他说我做的土豆泥要比他做的好吃（偷懒还挺会找理由的）！　　　　

在这边生活了三个多月，总算体会到什么是生活，柴米油盐酱醋茶，就是这样简单。这边生活，除去必要的房子开支、水电、保险等，食物消费是最大的一块了。这里的食物真的有时候贵的吓人，中国才几毛钱一斤的东西，这里变成几十块，甚至几百块一斤。比如蘑菇，我们国内普通的那种蘑菇，这里要１０几欧！来到这里，我从来没舍得买过呢。　　　　

在这里，买食物去超市买并不划算，每次我们逛超市帐单都长长的，而且食物又不怎么好吃。所以我们现在都去附近的boucherie买肉，boulange买面包，去阿拉伯人开的店里买蔬菜和水果。比较起来，就不算很贵了。布鲁塞尔有个中国超市，我不怎么喜欢那里，买的都是陈年的货，国内很少有人买，但是没有办法，买酱油调料等还是得从这里买。很多人问这里没有中国餐馆么，当然有，但是做的菜还是中国菜么？　　　　

总之一句话，自己动手，丰衣足食。还是好好学做菜吧！　　

Scared

2005-12-13T07:11:00.000-08:00

Scared as i never felt before. I didn't know when i finally fell asleep last night, just remembering the warm body of Jos laying next to me. I was so horrified that tears started to pump out my eyes. I have never been so afraid of loosing someone before, even i have never understood the true meaning of lost, now i do! Jos was sick last night, without any predictation. It happened from time to time and we both knew every well why. Every time i tried to control myself not to panic and suffered from it as much as he did. Jos always avoids letting his feelings out when he get sicks. He tries to pretend to be ok. Still sometimes, he whispered a few words such as "it feels so terrible", which seized my heart and grasped it really hard.

Last night, in the dark, i was wondering what would happen to me if i lost him? I was terrified by this idea as soon as it came into my mind. Jos had a heart transplant many many many years ago. Since then, his life depends on the enomrous medicines to keep the balance between the artificial heart and his body. From time to time, he gets sick, either because of the medicine he takes, or because of the reaction. The most desperate thing is that there is nothing he can do, but continue taking the pills. During the three months after i came to brussels, he felt sick at least more than 3 times.

I don't know what i can do, but pray it's not serious each time when he is sick and hope he will be alright again the next morning. I am usually a pessimistic person when it comes to this kind of matter. I have to fight my terrible thoughts over and over again. What if it just go on getting worse and worse? And finally he is gone? Our love becomes memory? i don't know how i am gonna hand that!

the story of one classmate

2005-12-10T06:32:00.000-08:00

It's the french homework of "Plus que parfait" to write something in the past and use the newly learned grammer. My essay turned out to be very dull. In the next class, the teacher handed one photocopy to each student. It's the essay of one spanish classmate. Her story is quite funny and i am impressed by her french also. I wish i could write something like that too. Here is her story, about how she started the relationship with her husband.

Recit Auto-Biographique

C'etait un mois d'avril sous la dictature de Franco, pendant ma premiere annee a l'universite. J'avais commence a collaborer avec un groupe politique clandestin ou il y avait des etudiants de ma faculte et mon futur mari aussi.

Il fallait que nous fassions de pamphlet pour protester contre les arrestation de quelques etudiants qui avaient eu lieu la semaine precedente. Alors, nous avons decide que ce week-end trois etudiants iraient les faire a la maison d'une amie, qui etait dans un village a 50 km de Seville et ou cette amie nous attendrait.

J'ai menti a mes parent pour pouvoir y aller, parce que j'etais une militante tres motivee. Et aussi, bien sur, parce que je voulais etre avec celui qui serait mon futur mari...

Nous sommes partis avec beaucoup de papiers pour les imprimer, de l'encre et une petite imprimerie, dans une voiture tres usee, qui faisais beaucoup de bruit et ou tout les clignoteurs ne fonctionnaient pas.

Apres trente kilometres la voiture s'est arretee. Tout de suite, nous avons vu une voiture de la garde civile avec deux carabiniers avec leurs tricornes noirs et leurs grandes moustaches, s'approcher de nous et nous arreter. Je tremblais de peur...Ils nous ont demande les papiers, ou nous allions et pourquoi nous nous etions arretes. J'ai, en tremblant, repondu que nous allions parler avec le cure de l'eglise du village pour les funerailles de mon grand-pere, qui etait ne dans ce village et etait mort mardi passe. Les gardes m'ont presente leur condoleances, ont ouvert le capot de la voiture, ont mis de l'eau, ont fait demarrer la voiture et sont partis.

Je pense que ca a ete le moment ou mon mari a decide d'essayer une relation amoureuse avec moi...

Peu pres, nous sommes arrives a la maison de notre amie, mais il n'y avait plus personne. Ils nous avaient vus avec la garde civile sur la route et ils ont pense que nous avions ete arretes. Alors, nous sommes retourne a Seville. Nous avons cache les papiers et la petite imprimerie et nous sommes alles manger!

A war is going on

2005-12-09T09:46:00.000-08:00

When I was on the metro to the french class with Patrina, she asked me why not go out and have a drink together with Jos at night since she just lived in Sablon. I grinned a smile, feeling my feeling sinking. I really can't afford this friendly but time consuming affair anymore, since i have mountain like homework to do and tones of note to write. Obviously i even hardly had any time to update my blog! After 6 hours study, all that might interest me is a short break from the books or going back home. I can't recall my life has even been such busy before and full of duties, as if it's become a battle between this world and me. I am forcing myself to do all i can to win. If i loose, at least with dignity, i told myself so.

Last night, i was fascinated by the chat with Jan, who is a very nice friend in Antwerp, although i have never met him in person. I was laughing when he said he felt very close to me because we all had a lot in common. Yes, it's ture. We spent lots of time talking about photography, showing each other the photo we had taken, planning sort of day-dream trip even it's difficult to turn into the reality. Anyhow, it's fun! Jan asked me to show him some pics of my hometown, so i copied all the pics taken in China more than 2 years ago and started to review a little bit, which soon made me have this feeling of being lost. I could still clearly remember everything and everyone on the photos. Yes, once again, i realised how much i missed my family and friends. Surprisingly this feeling was growing stronger and stronger everytime.

One girl from Tianya club sent me a message to ask me whether i wanted my pics published on her newspaper which was a local newspaper in Anhui Province in China. It would have been a great news to me, if i hadn't had a bad similar experience before. Some time ago, someone also contacted with me about publishing my pics of Cambodia in a Travel Magazine. Having a feeling of being accepted and the thought that it would be a surprise for my mum when she received a magzin with my pics on it, I gladly offered her my original pics without any hesitation. I even offered to write an article about traveling in Cambodia. After all was done, she never appears again and no need to mention all the conditions including payment, free magzine promised by her. I hope the same story wouldn't repeat itself again this time. After all, i would be happy to know my mum feel proud to see my photos in a published way. Plus, it might convence her to be supportive when i tell her i am going to study photography.

Oh, by the way. The photos i chose to show my classmates were quite a success. I was glad to see they liked them a lot. The teacher even suggested that i should do a small exhibition in L'alliance Francaise. I didn't expect that would come! Well, let's say everything will turn out to be fine. Keep a good mood :)

The bloody french homework

2005-12-04T14:49:00.000-08:00

I almost forgot how difficult it was to write in French! The homework of writing a description of the famous painting--le violinste bleu, surely reminded me of every bit of this fact. Bloody hell! I spent at least 2 hours, thinking of words and expressions at the same time trying to control my imaginations which made it almost impossible to write. I am so relieved that it's done now. I feel abliged to post it here so that i could remember such big efforts i have made!

Le violinste bleu

Marc Chagall est un artiste tres connu qui est ne en Russie en 1887. Il est Juif et tres religieux. est une de ses tableaux celebres. C'est minuit. Les habitants de cette petite ville sont en train de dormir comfortablement dans leurs appartements en bas du tableau. L'ambiance est dense et le ciel est aussi bleu que l'ocean profond. L'air est claire et froid. Il n'y a pas de bruit. C'est une nuit tres pacifique. Mais soudin, un son romantique qui vient du ciel devient plus en plus fort. Un violinste assis sur une petite chaise est en train de jouer au violon dans le ciel. Sa musique est si belle que les oeseaux volent vers lui. Ils restent a son jambe et son epaule. Le violinste porte des vetements traditionnels--le pantalon rouge, la chemise verre et les choussures bleux. Pres de lui, les fleurs sont en eclosion. Les oeseaux commencent chanter doucement avec lui. Tout est en harmonie! La lune est claire et ronde. Le son du violon est tres doux mais il peut etre entendu tres loin. Il apporte des reve agreables aux habitants. Il n'y a pas d'autres auditeurs. Mais le violinste parait content et satisfait. Il se promene dans le ciel en meme temps il est perdu dans sa musique. Personnel ne sait d'ou il vient et qui il est. Mais faites attention! Son visage est rouge comme le feu. Il a deux grands yeux noirs et les cheveux boucles. Peut-etre un jour vous le rencontrerez!

Le violinste bleu

2005-12-03T09:48:00.000-08:00

As night darkened and the pale light from the streetlamps started to beam into the window, i knew perfectly very well that another day had just passed without much accomplishment. I was surprised by how fast a day could vanish just like that, feeling no guilty, shameness and pity. This week was kind of busy, let alone endless work for the dutch course. Yesterday, the french course formally began too. When i was struggling to remember all the old grammers and vocabularies i had learned in China, i also was trying to cover the horror and concern in my deep heart. It's really surprising how stupid I can become when it comes to beyond my capabilities and how the "face" effort can take such superiority among all the feelings rushing into my head. I do have to admit that I wouldn't wanna say "I can't do it!" So the only way to hold on is to work hard. "Oefening baart kunst", so i believe.

Zhengjingjing kept in contact me two days ago by email, asking me whether i could give her some materials about gay commune or about my recently life coz she was doing a research about gay life in China. As her only classmate who was out in the universitiy, I was not very amused by the idea about doing a gay research for a small magazine. It's somehow very tiring to start to explain everything about gay and even to defend some complicated itmes, such as "coming out", "sex oriented", "social tolenrence", worst of all, my personal life. Maybe i seemed to be a little too indifferent, although i was quite enthusiastic to chat with old classmate online. For me, the world and the life could never be any simpler. Everyone has his own life and everyone has his own way to live. If anything happens, it's due to his own behavior which certainly doesn't stand for a whole world. Being in Brussels, I am living in a relatively busy pace and easy pace. My gay life is totally nothing. Sometimes i even started to wonder where those gay people were! Obviously my gay dar failed in such a country where no one is interested in your being "gay or not" story, where you can get married with whomever you want with whatever reason, where you even don't have much time to think about this matter.

How i miss the time when i just walked out of the door to the open air in the mother of nature where i could aim my little light camera at any subjet inspiring me or bringing me even the slightest nerve to my eager heart. Gradually i begin to become more and more certain about my future study and career, that is being a photographer. During my 23 years life, i haven't had many sparkling moment which could enlight the rest of my life. Learning english was one, meeting jos online was one and being addicted to photography was one too. Despite all the mumbling words from my family telling me not to take such a risk which might endanger the finanacial situation in the future. The worry about the"money issue" started to fade away when i told myself about the happiest thing in the world--"do what you like with who you love".

Actually i was dyingly longing for this weekend, because I felt too tired all week long. When i got back home, i barely had any energy to entertain myself, but set off the fire, prepared the food, ate and cleaned the table after that. After all these, there were still pages of homework to write and new lessons to preview. Maybe lying down to watch a movie became luxury. I looked at the newly bought 1000 pages thick "Harry Potter--the order of the pheonix", doubting when i could ever finish it if the situation went on like this. In another hand, I felt a profound happiness growing in the deep of my emtions. I know everything i do now is going to be paid off in the future. It's just a matter of time.

I have never tried to interprete a piece of art as the result to my poor knowledge on culture, history and art. When i like a piece of art, there is always something sad absorbing all my focus so that it's overhelmed the cheerful aspect of the art. I don't know whether it's too personal, but i do insist "Pain" can bring up more true feelings from the humain beings' heart. That explains why i chose this postcard "Le violinste bleu" as my assignment from the french class. I have to describe it in french as much as i can. Let's put french aside for a while and try to concentrate on the picture above.

It's like a mysterious fantasy, a violinst playing his favorite piece in the blue sky, above the houses. The face of the violinst enhanced the atmosphere by creating a romance combined with probably loneliness. The bright moon in the mist cold air remind me of one sence from "Sex and the city", about how a blue moon could change women. It also very resemble to the post card i once bought in Turckhem. It's about a night walker standing in the local square, holding a yellow light lamp in the right hand, a spear in his left hand. The night was also misty and blue. I couldn't help wondering the true meaning of "blue" or "bleu". For me, it's sad and deep. Always.

[Photo]C'est la fete---Sablon

2005-11-28T08:23:00.000-08:00

I've found it very lucky to have two festivals in the same week. And i've found it even luckier to have two "white" festivals! The first snow of this year really brought lots of surprises and nice atmosphere to the city. I spent many many hours in the white snow and chilly wind to take these pictures. I love what i have done. I love what i was doing at that moment. I love the world when it turns out to be so beautiful.

PS: For more pics about the festivals, please check the photo ablum on the right side.

[Photo]C'est la fete---Illusions

2005-11-28T08:15:00.000-08:00

Play with Photography

[Photo]C'est la fete---Fireworks

2005-11-28T08:10:00.000-08:00

175 Years Belgian festival
Royal Palace
Parade, Concert, Fireworks

The night of Sablon

2005-11-25T08:08:00.000-08:00

昨天下午放学回来，Jos说一会要去画廊。我惊讶的问为什么今天去，一般都是周末才去。他说，今天是night of sablon。这才恍然大悟！其实前几天就已经听他说起过sablon之夜的事情，每年一次，sablon都要在晚上举行一系列的庆祝活动。Sablon是这里一个文化艺术汇集的地方，很多画廊、古董店都在这里，一到周末便到处是游客或者商人。每到night of sablon，这里的商店则会通宵达旦的营业，并且会有一些演出。多大数的商店还会准备香宾，小吃来免费款待客人，还有的会邀请一些自己的客人或者朋友举行晚会。在这里三个月了，但是很少特意在晚上出去，所以这次对我来说也是比较特别的。在家等到6点多的时候，就开始准备出门。谁知道走出门外，外面下着小雨。我不放心的给他打个电话，确定人们是不是还会庆祝。他说，这里的人已经比较多了，没有问题。就这样，我出发了，而外面的雨也越下越大。

在电车上，看着外面的世界一片模糊，伴随着夜色，席卷过来。经常在晚上看着一辆辆的电车在面前驶过，里面的乘客面无表情得在灯光下显得有些神离。我不知道sablon将是怎样的景色，但是外面的温度已经快接近零度。下了车，躲在遮雨板下闭雨，刚出门的时候因为雨下的很小，所以没有带雨伞。只好打电话给他，让他出来接我。我在电话中大叫着，试图解释清楚我所在的位置，而他却死活不明白我说的什么，木呆的很。费了好大的劲看到了他，可不知道怎的心情又低落起来。哎。。。这几天到底怎么了我？

并肩和他一起走着，在黑暗里，雨已经不重要了。路上积了好多的水，头发开始变的有些潮湿，步子越来越快。转过一角，看到一些警察穿着制服在雨里忙碌着，路边搭起的棚子让本来就很狭窄的街道变的更拥挤了。很多商店门前燃着蜡烛，暖暖的。前面传过来悠扬的音乐声，这就是night of sablon了。其实来这里最大的原因是因为听jos说，他们会用人工造雪。比利时很少下雪，自己希望能看到雪的愿望也就越大了。不管是真是假，总会有点欣慰。

黑夜中的sablon仿佛像中世纪典型的欧洲古镇，街道上的马车让时光一下回到几百年前，怎一个悲怆。Sir, do you want a cup of hot wine？后面有人冲我喊到，我回头，一个小伙子在一家餐厅的门下看着我。在他的前面是一锅热腾腾的热酒，典型的比利时热饮，酒香中混杂着一些香料的味道，闻着就让人觉得温暖。我礼貌的像他摇了摇头，微笑着，thanks all the time说道。走在广场上，举着雨伞，小心翼翼的避开积水，慢慢的看着四周。风很大，把雪扬着好高好高，真的像在下雪一样，漫天的雪花，漂亮极了。本来应该进行的各种活动也暂停了，人员都躲在火炉前面避雨取暖，但是还是有人依然热情不减到处游逛着，顺便喝着手上免费的香宾。

Sablon显然没有预料到今晚的这场大雨，所以现场显的有些凌乱。这到给这个sablon之夜平添了几份声色，看着人们，我有点喜出望外。站在广场一边，看着马路上来往的车辆，身后传来那熟悉的声音，Last Christmas i gave you my heart....but the very next day you gave it away...那么的措手不及，在我毫无防备的时候就这样进入到我的心里，把以前的时光展现在我的脑海之中。有些恍然，有些说不出来的郁悒。

the night of sablon，给我的远远不只这些。虽然后面发生的事情有些世俗，但是对我来说却得到一件爱不释手的宝贝，儿时的那种对一件事物的珍惜之情油然而生。和他一起走进Planet Parfum的店里，Vous voulez boire une glasse de champagne？我和他急忙说，oui oui。后来我们在店里思寻着要买些什么东西好的时候，发现在一个货价上摆了一排小王子的东西。心里大惊，小王子小王子，前几天还在看了它的电影，又想起狐狸、飞行员、玫瑰的故事，多么的温情啊。如同发现了宝藏一般，我买下了小王子的一瓶浴液。这种心情别人是无法明白的。他曾把我比喻成他的小王子，那个时候我在寻找着自己的飞行员。突然想起小王子，心情是复杂的，相信所有热爱小王子的人都会有同一种体会吧.

Harry Potter

2005-11-23T14:58:00.000-08:00

Kinepolis，跟国内的电影院差不多，感觉没什么不同，只不过设备和规模要大一些。Kinepolis坐落在布鲁塞尔城市一角原子模型的旁边，每到那里去看电影的时候总会得此机会看看原子模型。说实话，atomium并不怎么漂亮壮观，可也说不上，当我在它下面的时候，心情都是不错的。7点半开始的电影，我们6点多一点就出发了，路上还好，不算怎么堵车，只是到了kinepolis发现

停车场满满的车，才有些感叹，并且担心看电影的时候没有好的位置了。
走进电影院，人果然多，虽然不是首映，但是毕竟这是第一天上映，剪票的地方已经排了一堆人。来这里看电影好几次了，从来没有这样的情况。来的人大多数都是年轻人，一堆啊！好在我出来的时候带上了《达芬奇密码》，一边等一边看书。可不多久就发现自己已经激动的不行了，看也看不下去了，不由的自己对自己说：你也太没出息了吧。不就是个哈四吗！

等了好久，终于剪票了。本来我们在网上的定单上写的是13厅，在一楼，可后来却被分到18厅，在四楼。抢在我们前面的人，一剪票之后，就开始飞奔去抢位置了。这下可好，大家不管老的小的，都飞奔起来，我和Jos大笑，为了保持风度只是加紧了步伐走着。到了18厅，才发现电影还没放完，只好在外面等着。这时候来的人越来越多。

好了，看电影前就是这个样子的了，还有公司什么的专门包场来看哈四。好在，进去的时候，找了一个不坏的位置。可是看完电影之后，现在回在家里，觉得有点糊涂，不太舒服。

说说优点吧先:1、哈四的场面要比前三集都要大多了，什么世界杯啊，什么三个任务啊，又是龙又是湖地又是墓地的，感觉看的内容还比较多2、故事进展了许多，伏地魔复活啦，哈哈，以后就有好看的了。前三集看着虽然也跟伏地魔有关，但是吊不起人的胃口3、偶比较喜欢墓地的场面，最诡异，特别是那个死神的雕像。当然喜欢墓地的原因，很大一部分是因为其他场面做的太粗糙了4、故事牵扯到的人比较多，不那么单一了。比如其他几个竞争者5、增添了许多的幽默元素，有时候听到影院里的人哈哈大笑

缺点:1、画面的质量怎么那么差啊。不知道国内怎样，但是我觉得画面很暗，而且不够细腻，还不如自己家里的DVD效果好。前三集效果都不错。看哈四之前在网上看到的官方预告片就觉得画面很奇怪，跟其他的电影相比差太远2、还是视觉问题！几个大场面给人很虚假的感觉，特别是在湖底那段，简直就是在给大家放电脑动画！这样的制作水平真是很失望！3、我没看过小说，但是看电影的感觉就是情节压缩的太多，很多细节往往都是没头没脑的出来，主人公叽里呱啦的说上两句话就算交代清楚了。所以我觉得情节不算太逻辑和流畅。4、罗恩和哈玛尼，他们两个在哈四里面发挥的作用根本没多少，给人感觉整个电影里面，哈里一直在发神经，胆小的不行，罗恩莫名其妙的嫉妒起哈里，然后没过多久态度就转变过来。哈玛尼，不知道她到底跟谁好，有点神经也。老是对哈里说自己多担心他，有什么用啊。电影刚开始，她出来的时候，一皱眉头，皱纹那个多啊，吓我一跳。不过圣诞舞会的时候还真的很漂亮。5、另外一个，不喜欢的就是灯不利多了，一扫以前沉稳、知识渊博、起着支柱作用的教授样子，在哈四里面，有点龌龊，老是那身袍子，脏西西的。表情也很奇怪。老是对学生说，silence silence。6、新出来的几个角色，没一个让偶喜欢的，后来虽然对那个死掉的学校感觉好一点，死掉还满可惜的。其他的一般，特别是那个华裔女孩扮演的角色，只能说，她的出现除了让大家看到哈里的情窦初开就没有什么作用了。

几个场景：1、一开始世界杯被取消，哈里醒过来那一段，不太明白。为什么伏地魔会选择这个地方出现呢？那个人（忘记什么名字了）在那里到底在干吗？和世界杯有什么联系啊，反正就这么过去了。2、哈里在邓不利多的房间里发现了那个镜子，然后掉进了另外时空里面，看到他们审犯人。知道了那个官员的儿子和伏地魔是一伙的。不是当时就抓住他了么，可后来，他的儿子还不是出来扮成那个教授的样子把哈里引到墓地去了么？不明白那个场景到底有什么用。3、伏地魔复活后和哈里对拼，哈里竟然可以和他对持那么久。太扯了吧，毕竟哈里的魔法偶觉得是几个学生中最差的，就知道会飞。竟然和伏地魔这样的人物有一拼，想不痛。然后他爸爸妈妈的灵魂出现，让他放手赶快趁机跑掉。哎。。。。偶迷惑了~4、那个圣诞舞会。总感觉乱乱的，除了一进大厅天花板下雪的场景偶很喜欢，其他的简直就是美国高中生搞的party嘛，后来的音乐让我直faint。5、法国来的女生队，还有那男生队，一进场的时候，女生的开场滑稽，招蜂引蝶，实在说不上有什么特别之处，就像看走秀不痛不痒。到是男生们至少还有种气势，喜欢。6、在黑暗魔法防御课上，那个笨笨的学生被教授施咒之后一直表现很奇怪，电影中也给了他好多的镜头特写，但是没有看出和整个故事有任何一点关系，当然除了他给了哈里药方让哈里可以在水里呼吸。7、哈里得到金蛋的时候，去了浴池。被厕所里面的鬼魂调戏，看到这里，还有哈里白白的上半身，这样发展下去就十分十分的少儿不宜了。8、还是回到墓地，我喜欢那里的气氛，做的细节很细腻。真不敢相信伏地魔就这么复活了，这个也是我最喜欢的地方了，因为以后的故事就会有起伏，值得期待了。所以偶觉得还是自己去读书算了

就这样了，总结的很通俗，大家也不要骂我啊。

Under the same sky

2005-11-22T08:07:00.000-08:00

This afternoon, when i walked to the window, the view in front really took me by surprise! Thanks to Jos, he found it when making a long call while i was busy with laptop. I think the sky here is the object i have beening watched most. Sometimes it can take your breath away. For the first of time, I recorded such beautiful sunset in front of my window by my litte camera.

Being a Chinese

2005-11-22T05:22:00.000-08:00

It's not easy to be a Chinese, especially to be one in a foreign country. In China, i had hardly feelings like this but now I can understand it very well. I remembering the stories about How Chinese people in aboard faught against the unjustices and racist comments on Chinese people or China, How they even wrote "I am Chinese" on a broad to tell everyone shamefullless, How they grew the feelings to be proud of being China, It's not difficult for me to figure out the reasons.

Yesterday I went to Narafi with Jos to inquire about the Photography studies. At first everything went on very well until the guy in charge imposed the fee of 5000 euros per year on us. Immediately i had no words to say about the sum of the money. I tried to change the subject instead of focusing on the ridiculous huge cheque i was going to offer if i study here. He started to explain the reason where this 5000 figure has come from. Guess what, it's because too many chinese students applied for the school and got admitted. Many of them failed, due to so-called "the laziness" and "rich family attitude". They forgot one fact that the rate of students who could finish the studies in school was only 20%. That means many many many belgian students and european students also fail. Due to the scandle of Chinese-Spy organization in Leuven University last year (which was totally not based on the truth and had no responsiblities at all for their own words), the schools here started to make it more and more difficult for Chinese student. They blame that Chinese government stopped to control their students who want to go aboard to study. Well, Does any of the european governments have this kind of controlling policy? Nope, never heard of it. Well, Who should we blame for this awkward situation? Is it really our fault to be a Chinese.

One fact is that 5000 euros is only for foreign students. For Belgian and European students, all they need to pay is 500 euros meanwhile they can easily get scholarship ect. Why the school didn't control the quality of the students at the very begining. If they had done that, the situation now would have been avoided easily and the school would have maintained their good reputations. All i can say is that this whole thing proves the inefficiency of the whole system here, the arrogance and ability of passing through their own faults to other people. Ironically, the guy who found the whole thing quite interesting said "You are punished by your own people". I was stained. I do admit that i dislike those rich chinese kids who knows nothing, but spending money and being irresponsable for their own behaviers. However, i do also dislike the attitude the people here hold toward us.

Being a Chinese, I am not ashamed! Being a citizen of so called developed and civilized country with better education and better ethics, you guys, I am gonna ask you, what qualities do you think you have to make yourselves superior to the other people on this planet? Tu te prends pour qui?

Il fait super froid!

2005-11-19T14:37:00.000-08:00

Suddenly it gets so cold today. Walking on the street, i couldn't help shivering. Yesterday, we went to Alliance Francaise and finally managed to apply for the French course for next week. I am happy that the language courses are all settled now. Next monday, I can go to KUB again for the dutch course Level 2 and every monday and wednsday evening, i will have the french class. Cool! I like Alliance Francaise, although it's very expensive, because i had a very nice time in Alliance Francaise de Wuhan while I was in China. I have to say that it's my best time of my 4 years' university life. Now the friends from Alliance Francaise de Wuhan have come or are going to come to France. It would be so great to meet them again.

Today, it's very cold and foggy. When i walked out of the door to catch the bus, I realized how comfortable it was just to be lazy around in the house. People seldom go out with such kind of weather in Brussels. So the streets were sort of empty. I was reading all the way to Sablon. Fortunately it's not as boring as the other books i have ever read. On the contrary, I am attracted by all the myterious in the book. Well, Jos says everyone is reading it now. I don't care! Later today, we went to Antwerp because he needed to get some frames for the prints. Therefore, we planned we could visit someone there, maybe Paul, maybe Getacine. In the end, it turned out that Paul was having fun with the blondie and Ge even didn't call us back as he promised to do so. Geeee, what a world. It seems that once you have a lover or once you loose your job, all the people start to run away from you. "L'amitier". That's bullshit! I feel sorry for Jos that he has a bunch of so called friends of this kind. I don't mean Paul, coz he is a really nice person.

We ended up in Jos' sister's house. I always feel amazed when i go to her house, cause there is never lacking of people and kids! Well, obviously the efforts to raise up eight children has finally been paid off! I love to have a family like that, having my own kids and being tortured by them when they are young, being visited from time to time when they have their own families and having laughs and jokes. We ate a bit and played poker for a while. However i don't quite enjoy the jokes they made about Chinese people. One guy said, they don't want to rent the house to Chinese people because they don't clean the kitchen. Someone said, he doesn't trust the quality of "Made in China". Again Someone said I could get a job as helping illegal Chinese people here. If the police catches me, i could stay in Belgium for 20 years, the good part is for free! I was a bit angry but didn't say anything. Too tired to say anything.

Too much politics

2005-11-18T05:41:00.000-08:00

I have to admit that when i saw people from FaLun Gong gather together and give this bad image about China, I was shocked and immediately disgusted by this behavior. My friends say i am too Chinese sometimes. It's true, especially when i protest the good sides of China. I don't understand why people here just believe what they hear from others. When i see those people signing their names on the sheet given by Falun Gong, i feel pathetic!

It's snowing in Belgium

2005-11-17T14:08:00.000-08:00

Yes, it's snowing in Belgium. It's said so on the radio this morning. It's snowing in the south of Belgium. Yes, right, not in Brussels. Pity! I love snow very much. I wish i could go to the Northern europe during the winter to get close to the white world. Earlier today, i checked the Finland Travel Bureau. Wow, such beautiful country during the winter. I was growing up in a north city in China. When I was small, we really had lots of snow there during the winters. As the goble keeps being warmed up, it hardly snows anymore. I am very puzzled why so many western people tell me they hate old weather. Many of them just go to Thailand or other southeast Asian countries for their winter holiday. For me, i just wanna go to the north as far as possible! Just for the snow.So how could i persuade Jos to go to such a cold place with me this winter? I really have to rack my brain to come out some good ideas this time!I feel worse today. My throat was really hurting in the morning and it still does now! Jos and I went to Sint-Lukas school today to ask about the Photography study. Still the same shit! Dutch Level 5 certificate and extrance exam. The girl in the counter had a very bad and arrogant attitude. It's very unpleasant. Then we called Narafi. They were very helpful and it seemed there wouldn't be any problem to study Photography there. So in a way, i am a bit happy that it's one possibility now. Don't know what my mum will say to me if she knows i have decided to study photography. It must be a catastrophy!

Home, sweet home

2005-11-16T08:41:00.000-08:00

When i got up in the morning, it's already noon as usual. I am used to going to bed very late. Last night, i started to do some reviews about the dutch course i took two months ago in order to prepare myself for the new course next week. It's a bit exciting after two months' time being bored and having few things to do. Jos was sleeping beside me, reading his queer book. Then he fell asleep and began to snore immediately! From time to time, he was mumbling "Go to sleep, babe, go to sleep". All i could do was smiling, looking at his back and feeling happy.

Yesterday, no special happened. It was raining all day long. Marc called and told us that he was sick and had to stay at home for one week. Therefore, he asked us to do some shopping for him. We went to Carrefore, shopping about 1 and a half hours. The concequence was a bill of 100 euros for us, 20 euros for Marc. Who says love doesn't cost a thing???!!!!

I am sick today. Have a sore throat and stomach acts in a funny way. So i stayed at home, wrote something in Tianyaclub, talked to some friends online, and took some pics at home while Jos was out to the post office. I was listening to my favourite classic music, the four seaons from Vivaldi the whole day and thinking about venice. What a romantic night we had when we went to listen to the concert of a venician band to play "the four seasons"! What suprised me was that luckily we found the CD here in Brussels.

Some friends from China asked me whether i would go back to China and live there for good. I didn't know how to answer. Jos can't live in China because of his health problems while i can't live without him. So i guess the answer must be "No". It's sad, because i am a traditional guy and i know where my root is. After all, home is home.

The lilies i bought for Jos have already begun to die. In the dreams of red maison(A very famous chinese ancient novel), Lindaiyu(the girl who is very sentimental and lives in a rich family) buried the dead flowers in the earth and cried for the flowers. After all, it's not the novel and it's not the old China either. So i put them on the table and took a photo which you can see at the beginning of this post.

[Photo]Factory neighberhood

2005-11-14T14:02:00.000-08:00

The tram in Brussels
The sunset, vanishing in the end of highway
Jusus on the cross, on the wall of the church
Vliegclub
In a cafe, orchid in from the window
Steel Bridge over the canel
A sexy cafe near the canel, service topless
The canel and the bridge
Recycling spot, car eating machine
Underwear model on the high way
Blur, at the crossing road

I am leaving on a jet plane(Chinese version)

2005-11-14T11:16:00.000-08:00

在一个陌生的小镇，坐在咖啡屋里，空气中弥漫着烟草的味道。屋子里面很热闹，许多老人在喝着啤酒，用荷兰语互相打着招呼，而外面气温只有10度。我望着窗外的那座用石砖垒砌的房子，光线落在石砖上显得格外的明亮。Jos一个人出去找银行，因为我们出门的时候忘记带钱，无法付帐了。我打开Ipod，找到PJ Harvey，播放了那首她与Bjork合唱的“Leaving on a jet plane”。一下子，心静了下来，听着Bjork丝丝入耳的声音，觉得特别的飘渺，一下不知道该说什么了。窗台上有一盆兰花，绚丽的开着，另一角摆放着几盆绿色的植物，柔弱极了。指尖开始发凉，耳边不断的传来那遥远的声音：　　　　

So kiss me and smile for me　　
Tell me that you'll wait for me　　
Hold me like you'll never let me go　　
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane　　
Don't know when I'll be back again　　
Oh, babe, I hate to go

早上吃过早餐，我对他说，我们出去拍片片吧。我要拍那种tough的类型。他说不知道要去什么地方才能满足我的要求，我说随便带我到什么地方都可以。于是我们一直开着车，一路上，不知道具体的位置，也不知道在什么地方，只是路过了，觉得想拍照了，就按下快门。转来转去，我们来到了工业区，大大的烟囱无休止的释放着浓烟，钢铁做的机器四处可以看见。我笑他，说，我说tough，你就带我来这种地方，真是太有意思了。路上经过一个垃圾回收站，专门处理废旧的汽车。我们停下来，看着那大机器把破旧的汽车一个个的吊起来，扔进一个巨大的机器中，很像电影中经常出现的镜头。我拿着相机拍着，并不是特别的快乐，毕竟这些东西是冷酷的。

跟色情有关/跟色情无关。无意中看到一家咖啡，名叫Charlie's Angles。门上贴着招贴画中三个丰满的女人露着胸部，下面写着“topless, sexy cafe”。门外则是停满了车，可以想象里面是如何的活色生香了。这里在晚上在电视中可以看到那种软核片（以性爱为主题，但是关键部位不会拍出来）的电影，还可以看到应招女郎的广告。Jos自言自语道，为什么这个地方那么烂却有那么多的顾客。太CJ了，有性就有生意，天下男人一般黑，估计就是这样了。我打趣说要不要到里面喝杯咖啡，他赶紧说No no no，真是假正经！

又接到leuven大学的电话，结果跟上次去翻译学校一样，冷冷的。我申请的是Literature and Linguistic，电话是打给Jos的，因为学校需要他提供关于我更多的信息。负责我文件的女士很友善，但是还是毫不留情的说我的case很难批准，因为我选择了最难的专业来学。主要的原因还是文化背景的差异，西方文学和语言学需要极大的知识储存来打基础，否则就很难学习，相信我这个来自中国的学生不可能达到大学所要求的水平。她很好奇的问了几个问题，1、为什么我不继续深造我在国内的专业。2、为什么我不在自己学习的领域在这里找一个好的工作。3、为什么我选择文学和语言学，这么难的专业。听了，我只能苦笑。为什么想要学自己喜欢的东西那么的困难？这已经是第二次碰壁了！现在的打算只好是选择一些和自己专业相关的东西，学习理科好了。哎！

或许就像许多网友说的那样，生活不管怎样挫败，只要努力坚持，就一定会顶过去。在天涯那么久，认识的人不算多，估计认识我的人要多很多。自己还是觉得孤独，在有时候，甚至绝望。昨天晚上，头疼，又是一个不能入睡的夜晚。不知道为什么自己变的如此的紧张惶恐，仿佛世界末日就要到了一样。所以每当看到别人鼓励自己的话的时候，就感到些安慰。还是自己走自己的路吧。Jos说我太不现实，老是做梦，幻想一些太过美好简单的事情，所以他经常打击我，因此我也经常为此发脾气。我说我想要上university，而不是high school(这边大学跟国内不一样，有两个水平，就是上面我提到的。university跟侧重理论性全面性，high school则侧重技能性和实在性)。他说太难，我说好多中国学生来到这里都没问题上university，为什么我不行。他说，很多中国学生都fail，没有毕业。其实现实也正如他说的一样，在这边留学并不是简单的事情，很多学生都坚持不了毕业就当掉了，白白浪费了时光。可我就不认输，毕竟自己从没有尝试过失败的感觉。或许从小就被疼爱惯了，或许也因为自己有点小聪明，自己以前的生活可谓一路平坦。到了这边，不知道将来怎样，成长毕竟需要付出代价的吧。

不知道过了多久，我们走出咖啡屋，天已经开始变暗了。走过旁边的教堂，jesus高高的被钉在十字架上，从下面抬头看去，伤心的感觉。以前在意大利的padova，去参观S.antonio的教堂，看到那些虔诚的人跪拜在圣人墓碑的前面，忠心的祷告。还有一些路过的人，在心口划着十字，互相祝福世界和平。那时候正好在做仪式，教堂里满是人，牧师在下面发放着圣餐，并且有人在歌唱赞颂主。我被打动着，因为信仰的里面那么的伟大。如果自己也有信仰，那是多么的好啊。很多时候，觉得自己是空虚的，想在精神上寄托些什么，却没有办法实现。正如，那已经落下的夕阳，在天边映下的朝霞，不知道会有多少人去欣赏去赞美。世界之大，却又如此之小，困倦在自己狭窄的空间里，无法关联。　　
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Our love story

2005-11-14T09:06:00.000-08:00

This post was written almost two years ago. I put it here so that you can have an idea about how we met....
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I am gay, living in Wuhan. Wuhan is simple, that’s why I love here. I have dreams, all kinds of dreams. After finished “little prince“, life became different. It makes me long for desert more. On Thursday, Graham held a party that night, which was his farewell party. Graham, whom I knew for about 8 months, was leaving wuhan and would never come back. He kept singing a song call “Quizas“, which was spanish. He just kept singing and singing, from which i knew he was sad. Graham is not my lover. He’s just a foreigners who happened to come into my life and it’s hard for me to believe he’s leaving now. Back into the topic, there is one line in that song. Graham told me it meant “I am looking for a derset while you are looking for a sea. It doesn’t matter. Just come and be together.“　　　　

I hadn’t been dreaming for a boyfriend for 2 years after I broke up with my exbf who was fabulous and perfect. Taveling became a part of my life. In last September, i met him online in a gay chatroom. Well, to be exactly, it’s he who clicked my name that time and struck up a conversation with me. What was I doing at that time? I forgot. Nevermind, the important thing is we met! Life was quiet peaceful then and looking for a boyfriend in a international gay website didn’t seem quite possible to me. People from all over the world popped up in that chatroom. What an odd to find a long term relationship! So we chatted like two strangers about chinese culture, no private stuffs. All I knew was he’s from Belgium. That’s it. It’s amazing that he knew so many things about china, which I was also interested in. For god’s sake, I’d like to thank Confucious here, coz my hometown is very near to his mansion and our first topic that day was about him. Today, we have decided to consider confucious’ birthday as our celebrating day. 　　　　

Life with friends went very peacefully. I made many friends there and some of them became soulmates, of course, he was one of them. We began to share everything in life with each other. The most satisfactory topics were travel and dreams. From then on, I had more dreams than ever before and was eager to fullfill all of them. He is always Mr Specail to me. We didn’t talk about ourselves until many many days later after we met. He was attracted to me then. And I would say “same here“. Gradually I found him different from other western guys. He is sweet and responsible. I never stopped seeking for the chance to travel around. When I was in Jiangxi, the ancient pheonix town, we talked about the river there, the buliding there, the people there. I tried to picture him everything, and he would painted more beautiful colors with his imagination. I had a very very nice trip there. I was lost..lost in the dream of two guys falling in love, him and me. That’s how he woke up my love in my heart. Until today, love is still growing.　　　　

The first personally contact happened when he asked me for my number very politely online. He asked “Don’t you think it’s time for me to ask your number and give you a call, dear?“. I couldn’t remember his words exactly, but i am sure the feeling at that time was much sweeter. I did and he called. Suddenly i felt love could be so simple and strong. We started to talk about love. Everytime when I think about it, I will be full of happiness and my eyes will start to dwell up. Life went on and on, our hearts were getting closer and closer. He calls me as “baby“, “honey“, “sweetheart“, “my love“ now and I know definately that I am experincing a love that i have never had before. To be frank, I never want to force anything to happen in my life, especially happniess. I feel very calm and content with everything I have now. In such case, our love attached to each other become stronger and stronger. 　　　　

Just as many people say, internet can bring lots of trouble. We live in different countries. There is even no directly flight from china to belguim. He lives in Brussels while I live in wuhan. We did suffer a lot from it. Before we met, we talked online almost everyday, except Saturday and Sunday when he had to work in his gallery where there was no internet connection. He always tried to get in touch with me no matter what. He called me in Holland when he went there on business. He found me online when he couldn’t stand not talking to me in his gallery and got back to his house to get online there. He called me when he was approaching to his shop in a Mall, telling me about everything there. He called me when I could hear wonderful music and sometimes several children passing by. Gradually, life has been used to him and he has become a part of my life, natrually and surely.

Thank god! I can‘t tell how lucky i am to have him. We conclude everything as fate. Now i finally understand what fate is. Fate is a wonderful word to be used when you can‘t find any word to describe this love. To some points, he is quite chinese and traditional while i am very western like, but we all appreciate each other very much. Finally love became so strong that we decided to meet in China. I still remember his words. He said to me very calmly "we will meet. if you can‘t come here, i will go there to meet you." I burst into tears and our faith was beyond everything. "You‘re the one that I dream of..you‘re the only one that I love..you‘re the one that I want to kiss goodnight.." It‘s one month before we met.　　　　

After all kinds of exhausting examinations, my plane took off from wuhan to shanghai, carrying me there to meet my lover who loved me very much and came to china only for me. I waited and waited in shanghai until that day came. The day when he came was totally like a endless day. I spent all day long waiting and getting all kinds of emotions. It‘s bitter happiness, exciting and making people dying. I arrived at pudong international airport like 5 hours before his plane arrived. I saw many people there then I started to imagine all kinds of situations. He told me before he came that he would like to kiss me there coz he had been longing for it for such a long time. 5 hours seemed like a life time long. I couldn‘t tell what I exactly felt like at the airport. However that‘s not so important now. I met him, I met him, I saw him going out of the exit. I wanted to hide, which he would kill me if he knew. Instead, I called his name, "Jos!". Then he turned around, looked at me and came by my side. God, It‘s like heaven! I started to smile, uncontrollablely and I knew I was very shy, shy of joy. He came here just like this. My life was brightened up suddenly. He was looking at me without stop and he bent over to kiss my lips. It‘s just a short kiss, but my heart was flooded by love. Then we walked out of the door with his arm surrounding me. Then we stopped and kissed each other again. It‘s a long kiss which melt my heart.　　　　

I must look funny and silly after sitting on the suttle bus. I wanted to scream that "My lover came to see me in china and now he is just next to me, smiling and looking at me!". I wish the world could share this happiness with me together, but I knew I just wanted him. The first night was very tender and intense. We hugged, kissed and love filled the room. We walked along the band together and went to the Aquarisim where my love got promoted. We were lovers and we are lovers and we will be lovers forever. It‘s my dream to bring along my lover back home and meet my family there. My hometown is a small city, but i don‘t care. I just want to let people there know I have him, such a wonderful person. We did so.

We stayed at home for about one week. He totally won my family without any doubt. He has ever told me that he wanted to be a member of my family and he always claims himself as a family member after he went back to Belgium. It‘s great, coz family is very important to me. He was invited to dinner by my relatives and he was so surprised that we chinese people could eat so much at one time. Obviously he felt being warmly welcomed. When we were together, alone, we would lie on the couch and watch some movies, talking to each other and holding each other. We slept together in my bedroom, being naughty sometimes. I couldn‘t know when i had been happier than I was then. He broke his foot carelessly, which made him suffer a lot. But it gave me a chance to get closer to him in front of the public. I took him to hospital and holded him. We joked about it, coz every dreams started to become true.　　　　

I like the night when he‘s holding my from behind. We talked in bed until mid night and kissed each other goodbye. Life made me feel so safe. That‘s the feeling I wanted most. The memory has been kept in my mind and it‘s for a life time. He had a bit fever one night and my mom asked me to sleep in another room in order to let him have a good rest. I couldn‘t explain but went to sleep in another room. Hours passed and I decided to find him in my bedroom coz i couldn‘t stand being seperated from him. To my great surprise, he was still awake and asked me "where did you go? i have been waiting for you all the time." Tears fell down on my face and we kissed. That‘s when I made up my mind I would never be away from him when we‘re together.　　　　

Life had so much fun when he was there. We loved each other and made fun of each other sometimes. God knows How much I miss him now. Now I still have so many things to be done with him. Dreams become two people‘s. And myself doesn‘t only belong to me anymore. We are for each other. As we planned, we went to Lijiang later in the winter vacation. We had a wonderful time there. We enjoyed the peace in the old town very much. I wish life could stop going on and let love be like this forever. We shared happiness and tears. As what we always say to each other, there are more things worth trying as two. I love him so much, only heaven can tells. He loves me and I can tell.　　　　

Now he is back to Brussels. Life just returned to what it‘s like online. He still calls me almost everyday. He‘s still there for me when I need him. Several days ago, we made our decision again that he would come to wuhan in May to be together again. From time to time, I could watch the news that gay couples‘re getting married in Belgium. He proposed to me on the phone before and I was so happy. We would get married after I go to Belgium, no matter whether people may believe or not. We love each other more and more as time passes by. He is coming again for me! At the same time, we are working on visa stuff so that one day I can go there too. That‘s my story with my sweetest lover. And it will never end...
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Now we finally live together in Brussels. Thanks to Jos, my life has become so colourful and meaningful. I love you!

a sweet day

2005-11-13T08:33:00.000-08:00

I got the call from Jos at 1:00pm this afternoon while i was writing the skin care post on my blog. He asked me out to have lunch together since the weather today was really nice. I do have to admit that i had a very nice day with him. One big news is that he managed to sell one of his prints which cost 2,000 euros in the gallery today. I am happy that he had some nice sales this weekend because it's really what we need now! When i was waiting for the tram in Botanic Garden, i thought it would be nice to have a better camera to shoot the people just in front of me, the African lady dressed in traditional yellow blouse, some young black people gathering in the corner and a man without any expression, sitting on the bench waiting for the tram. Maybe I always think too much. Sometimes at night i even couldn't sleep any more. It's really ignoring.

Well, talking of beng ignoring, Marc is really unbelievable. He is the friend of my bf's and also the business partner of the gallery. Well, i wonderwhy my bf still puts up with him since he always complains about anything. Marc can be very sweet too sometimes which happens very randomly. Life is too dark for him, as he always says he couldn't trust anyone. The bad thing is that he often imposes his anger and bad feelings on Jos who is an extremly nice guy and always trys to tolerent Marc. Marc is very money oriented. He would immediately be happy again if he sells his prints. Of course, very very irritating when he doesn't sell anything. He is a real strange person to me. If i hadn't seen things happen with my own eyes, i wouldn't have believed there is such kind of people really exsiting in this world. Gee, I don't want to see my bf unhappy because of him. So if it's too much. I will "give him a colour see see"(Chinese English=Chinglish, i will tell him to piss off!)

After discussing all this in the Greek restaurant, we started our love memory again and to tell each other how lucky we have each other and how much we appreciate life we are sharing now. It's true. Never have ever thought it would happen to me, having such a good lover and happy life. Never have ever been afraid of loosing someone so much. Never have ever believed in love so completely. Although we have some financial problems now, he started to make fun of it by saying the old belgian saying "Ongeluk in het spel is geluk in de liefde."(Bad luck in the game is the good luck in love). We have the exactly same saying in Chinese too. We had a nice little talk in the Greek restaurant i like very much. This made my whole day! As long as we still love each other and we are happy, everything will be all right.

We also went to a famous art exhibition in Beux-Arts. Many many top art dealers are selling their collected arts. I saw many wonderful paintings, even horses and buddas from China and Combodia, some african status, ancient roman status, famous jewllery collection, etc. Before when i was in China, i never really had the opportunities to see things like this. I was so impressed today. Thanks to Jos, I visit some exhibitions in Brussels regurlarly now. It's good for my mind to appreciate the goods and the bads. Hope i can hold on to it and really becomes a good photographer.

Ok, i have to go coz he is waiting for me to watch the movies we just rented together. Bonne soiree!

Let's talk about Cosmetics

2005-11-13T03:20:00.000-08:00

One good thing about buying skin care products is that you can get so many simples for free. Most of them are perfums so you can choose the kind of perfum you like best without standing in the shop for a whole day long and trying one after another until you get a headache.
My personal favorite perfum is Mania from Armani. Recently Armani just created a new perfum, called "Armani Black". They look exactly the same except the colour. However they do smell very different. My heart still goes to Mania. During two years, Jos has given me three perfums as gift, two Mania, one Light Blue from D&G. I really apprecite that.
Vichy and Avenu, along with La-Roche, they are the most three famous brands only sold in Phamacies. They are much cheaper than the other brands and also good quality. I don't like them very much, maybe they are too soft. Anyway, they are good choices.
Jurlique, from Australia. I have never seen many advertisement about this brand, which doesn't make it less famous at all. 100% natural material, so it gives a very tender feeling on your skin. I like the Day Facial Mask very much. Two or three times per week, perfect! They are quite good for dry skin or winter time.
Clarins. They have some products for men, not too strong. Personally speaking, i find them a bit just so so, except one product, Lotus Oil, which is perfect for oily skin and ACNO.
Biotherm, the best brand for men skin care. Based on the natural spring in France, it's a good choice for daily facial cleaning and caring. They won't create miracle. That's the biggest disadvantage. In this pic, there are also something from Shiseido, men skin care series. I like them very much. They are perfect for winter. You skin will remain not dry at all during the whole day. The cleasing foam is the best product of the same kind.
Sisley, luxury brand. They are very strong. So if you are a beginner or you are happy with your normal skin care products, it's my advice not to try them. It's aimed at the elder generation.
HR, the second luxury brand. I like it better because it suits my skin better.

I hope it's not sin for gay people to talk about cosmetics. Being a fan of millions of name-brand cosmo products, I wonder whether there are people out there who are just like me? One thing to declaire, i don't use make ups, only skin care stuff. However, it seems to straight people and some of gay guys that using skin care is quite sissy. But there is one thing i would like to ask, including myself, does it anyhow to do with Nacissism? Once i had a English netpal, he said he liked to use skin care products too to keep his face clean and look good. When i walk into a guy's bathroom, i always can't help myself peaking at the baisin to find out what kind of stuff he uses for his face. I have to admit that a clean and tidy image turns me on. Sometimes i can find a tube of Lancome, sometimes nothing, sometimes cheap dirty empty tubes piping up together with a dirty razor. What a turn-off! I think a guy should at least have two products, a cleansing and a soin. Having a tonic would be perfect if they are a bit more careful. I have been using some brands very frequently, such as Biotherm, Shiseido, Vichy, Clarins, HR, Jurlique, Sisley...Not all of them are suitable for my skin. Now i am just using sisley, but i think Shiseido is the best choice for guys. Anyway, I just like to be myself and You, be true to yourself, no matter whether u like Skin Care or not. :)

To The Asshole

2005-11-12T16:11:00.000-08:00

In bed, now, Jos is reading this poem to me, lol.

To the asshole

Dark, puckered hole: a purple carnation
That trembles, nestled among the moss (still wet with love)
covering the gentle curvation
Of the white ass, just to the royal eyelet.
Threads resembling milky tears there are spun;
Spray forced back by the south wind's cruel threat
Across the small balls of brown shit has run,
To drip from the crack, which craves for it yet.

Not wishing the prick to have its bent,
My mouth too has often mated with that vent,
My sobbing tongue tried to devour the rose
Flowering in brown moisture. The chute unmanned,
It's a heavenly jam-pot, the Promised Land
With which other milk and honey overflows!

Written by Verlain & Rimboud, in their cockroachy London flat.
Here is the original French version. I find it more interesting and poetic.

L'Idole, Sonnet du Trou du Cul

Obscur et froncé comme un oeillet violet
Il respire, humblement tapi parmi la mousse
Humide encor d'amour qui suit la fuite douce
Des Fesses blanches jusqu'au coeur de son ourlet.
Des filaments pareils à des larmes de lait
Ont pleuré, sous le vent cruel qui les repousse,
À travers de petits caillots de marne rousse
Pour s'aller perdre où la pente les appelait.
Mon Rêve s'aboucha souvent à sa ventouse ;
Mon âme, du coït matériel jalouse,
En fit son larmier fauve et son nid de sanglots.
C'est l'olive pâmée, et la flûte caline,
C'est le tube où descend la céleste praline :
Chanaan féminin dans les moiteurs enclos !

Raining, raining(Chinese version)

2005-11-12T15:52:00.000-08:00

布鲁塞尔逐渐的冷起来，从昨天开始正式打开暖气，需要依靠燃气来取暖。想想以后这几个月的帐单又要翻倍了，心里不仅一痛。很多来过这里的朋友向我抱怨到他们不喜欢布鲁塞尔，因为这里天气不好，常常下雨，没有什么好看的地方，城市显得混乱，等等。其实对于我来说，这一切都还好，至少我在这里两个多月的时间里天气极大多数都是明朗清澈。今天一早起来，穿上大衣，走出门，惊呼下雨了！雨下的不大，正好可以撑起把雨伞，从容的漫步在这个城市的街道上，停足看着来往的人群，惬意。钻进汽车里，透过玻璃窗看着外面的世界，感觉特别的清新，一片朦胧。

本来我们说好要去布鲁塞尔gare du midi附近的南部市场去买东西，但是不知道怎么的，到了地方却看不见市场的踪影（由于以前也从来没有来过，不知道找对地方了没有）。于是也没有怎么停留，我说为什么我们不去大广场呢？就这样，我们去了那里。大广场，永远聚集着游客，在雨中看着他们觉得生活真的很像万花筒，五彩缤纷。我对于大广场一直有一份冷静的态度，因为它就是这里，而我生活在这里，以后有的是事情。以前曾几次路过，都是抬头仰望几下高高的塔楼，匆匆得穿过人群，不曾留念过。今天却在那里驻留了很久，看着游客，呼吸着雨夹杂着泥土的清新，只想发呆。一会儿，一群孩子朝我走来，用法语问到“Monsieur, est-ce que vous pouvez ecrire le nom de "vert" en Chinois sur cet carte?（先生，你可以在这个卡片上用中文写下“vert”的意思么？）”。我说当然可以，小心的在那张纸片上写下“绿色”两个字，他们道谢着离开了，还几几杂杂的评论着。而我是开心的。

回到家，他去画廊上班，我一个人留在家里写着自己的简历。因为我们的房东昨天曾提起过让我把自己的简历给他，他可以帮我带到他公司（British Telecom）里去，那里总是需要人手。我对自己一点信心都没有，毕竟自己的专业是园艺，跟电信相差十万八千里。但是大家总说，尝试下又不会损失什么，加上Jos老是说，房东以前都是白手起家的，什么都有可能。就这样，我开始了我的英文简历制作，两张A4的白纸，却耗费了一下午的时间。越写越觉得无话可写，越觉得自己的空白一点点的被挖掘出来，后来到了让自己头疼的地步，想想真是一无事处。

在这边日子实在算不上好过，虽然过的丰衣足食，按道理并不应该抱怨什么，如果说自己不出去找点事情做是自己的过错，也不应该抱怨什么。可我总是觉得处处碰壁，无法前进。在国内读书那会，不知道为什么会就这样学了园艺（当时拿通知书的时候还以为园艺跟艺术相关，可最后却知道上当受骗了），当然如果以前的事情哪怕更改一点点，都不会有今天的日子，所以我也任命了。一、园艺，园艺，四年内曾努力得去喜欢它，都以失败告终，尽管学习成绩不错，还得过不少奖励，但以后坚决不干这一行。可是除了这个，自己对其他的所知甚少，所以才会决定在这边重新学习自己感兴趣的东西。二、在国内的时候下了苦功学英语，在高中和大学都曾一度风光，还在华工拿了英语双学位。在国内这教育背景也算不错了，可在这边会说英语的人一打把，很多职位招人都只要英语为母语的人。三、来之前，很多人都对我描述出国前景多么的美好，说什么中国发达了，需要讲中文的外国企业也多了，在这里一定很好找工作的。现实呢？这里的人对中国依然保留着不知道猴年马月的印象，说起中国来，简直好象听天书一般，对牛弹琴。如果都像他们说的那样，为什么这里还有那么多的中国人在超市打工，给别人打工，要么就是开中餐馆呢？四、不会说法语和荷兰语，一切免谈。尽管自己现在已经在学，可也要时间才能达到一定的水平，哎，熬吧。

上网的时候遇到大学的同学，她告诉我她在上海做了三天的兼职翻译，赚了１５００。在国内１５００很多，在这边１５０欧也不小一笔。她说如果我在国内，肯定能很容易的找到这样的工作，甚至更好。我听了只有苦笑，不知道该怎样回复。前几天申请了新的blog，惯例一般的热情很大，但不知道能持续多久，希望不管怎样把它做成一个自己烦心的时候或者寂寞的时候看到了，就会觉得好过点的地方。放着一些自己刚拍的照片，写着蹩脚的英文，起个名字叫做"If the pics could talk"。晚上应房东的邀请，我们一起去了他们家吃饭，他们很热情的招待我们，然后聊天聊了很久，多是些无关紧要的话题，尽管这就是生活。我问Jos，如果BT给我一份工作，那我的学习计划怎么办？他说，如果BT可以给我一份全职工作，傻瓜才会继续上学。我听了，心里并不太开心，因为除去了一切，我仍然是空白的。　　

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图片：1、车内，路过Madou的十字路口　　
2、童子军（一个青年组织），大广场　　
3、游客/过客，大广场　　
4、旅游团，大广场　　
5、Le passage royal　　
备注：看惯了平时拍的照片，今天用Photoshop给这五张片片加了点效果。我是Photoshop盲，根本就不怎么会用，只好点滤镜了，大家不要笑话。以后慢慢学好，呵呵。

[Photo]Some bits of Brussels

2005-11-12T08:43:00.000-08:00

Near the grand place
The grand place, paradise for tourists
The grand place where you can have a coffee for 3 euros
A mist woods, very typical Belgian
Le jardin avoir in Dinant. South Belgium-Wallonie is different more beautiful
Marcolini! The best of the best chocolate in the world!
Again, le jardin avoir.
Atomium. I find it quite ugly personally. Built in 1958

Voilala! Meneken Piss! The most famous person in Belgium

Raining, Raining

2005-11-12T07:17:00.000-08:00

Het is ann het regenen! It's raining! Some of my friends used to complain that they didn't like Brussels. Why? Bad weather, always raining, nothing much to see, messy....For me, Brussels seldom rains. Thanks to the extremely nice weather this year, it was sunshine and the sky was always blue during the two months since i am here. Today it started to rain, not heavy, just enough to use an umbrella. I Staying in the car and looking through the window, the whole world is blur. Love the smell of the rain combined with the essence of earth. It's winter now. My first winter in Europe.

Getting up quite early today, 10:30am(hehe, i am still living on the chinese time), Jos and I decided to go to the South Market for shopping. I don't know whether we were in the wrong place or not, we didn't see any market. I said "why don't we just go to the grand place?" Then we went there. La grande place, always full of tourists even in the rain, the most famous place here which to me is just a place no difference from elsewhere. We were standing in the rain while a group of kids came to me and asked "Mousieur, qu'est-ce vous pouvez ecrire le nom de verte en Chinois sur cette carte?"(Sir, can you write green in chinese on this card?). I was quite surprised but still wrote it down "绿色". They said thanks, happily ran away and giggled at the same time. Further i could see about 30 kids and some young people doing some stuff. Jos told me that it was a Scout group and they were doing outdoor activities. I quickly clicked my camera from far away, but the image is not sharp. What a pity!

Back home, turned on my computer and started to write my resume. Mr Remir said I could try to write a resume and he could hand it over to his company-British Telecom, because his company was always looking for people. Well, I am not quite sure about the result, but it doesn’t do any harm to try. Since I came here, the job thing and the study thing never has gone well. I am a bit upset. Considered as the graduate from University, I am in an awkward situation now. Firstly, my major is Horticulture. Gee, I really couldn’t understand how I have spent four years on that specialty, even I am not interested in it at all. Secondly, my second major is English. Yes, I have to bachelor degrees. However, people here they probably speak better English or they need native speakers. So I am out again. Thirdly, my Chinese background, which I find totally useless. People all say China is going to be strong and there are lots of chances that they might need Chinese speaking people in their business. As far as I can see, it’s not the case. Otherwise there wouldn’t be so many Chinese people opening restaurants or working in the supermarket. Fourthly, I can’t speak French and Dutch, at least now I can’t. So I really don’t know what to do. Jos said it would be a fool to think about anything else if I could get a job in BT. He meant that I wouldn’t need to study in University here anymore. Is it so? I am not happy about my knowledge. It’s like something lost. When I was writing my resume, it’s difficult to think of anything practical and precise to identify my background. I felt bad. Jos was shouting at me for writing stupid things. Well, in some way, I am quite stupid, here in Brussels. I met Jinaiping online and she told me she worked as interpreter for 3 days and earned 1500RMB. That’s a lot in China. She even said if I were in china, I would get such kind of jobs very easily. I smiled, but had nothing to say.

Happy Single's Day!

2005-11-11T14:15:00.000-08:00

Today no one works in Belgium, as the result of the holiday of the ending to the first world war. Gee, that's how long ago? I could hardly remember anything from the text book in high school. The world was a mess at that time. It's still a mess now, maybe better or even worse. I can't tell. The day before yesterday, we were watching some movies as usually after dinner. I had bought long long time ago, but never really watched it. I knew it's a sad movie, but didn't expect it could be that sad. I was disgusted by the Nazi army. (Though the last German soldier saved his life, but was killed no sooner than the russian rescued Warsaw). Even today, the French riots have spreaded to Brussels. Several cars were burnt down in the south of Brussels and people started to warn me not to go to Le gare du Midi. People are killing each other in Iraq and all the other places whose names u can hear everyday from the CNN or BBC. The world is not peaceful at all on the special day due to the end of the WW1.

Let's talk about something fun. In China, people consider today rather as the single's day, because today is 11/11 while "1" is the symbol of being single. It's a bit ironic. All the singles will feel more or less sad or frustrated or like "A Q"(the character created by the famous chinese writer LuXun, as someone who is always too optimistic even in the worst situation.). They would sing "the song of the singles" and greet each other by saying "Happy Single's Day". Sometimes i do miss the time of being alone and being free without thinking about anyone else, but not that much. Jos and I have been together for more than two years. The feeling of being alone is getting farther and farther away from me. Often at night thinking about the future, i would hardly fall asleep. What if one day, i just loose him like that and become alone again? Will that be the end of the world?

Need to go shopping now. All the belgian shops are closed, so i have to go to some turkish shops to buy veggies. Hopefully i can buy some meat too for the dinner tonight. After all, it's holiday. Why not celebrate?

Another lazy day

2005-11-11T10:04:00.000-08:00

I went out for shopping, but only bought some green pepers and carrots. As i said, it's holiday today in Brussels. That gives them a reason for not working. Troy told me about an article saying that Australians were getting more and more Asian while Asians are getting more and more Amercian. In Australia, they are increasing the hours for people to work. They even keep their shops open 7 days a week, otherwise they will get poorer and poorer. Here, It's not that case. People try their best not to work. Three strikes have been going on during the two months since i was here. "Don't get too european", Troy told me so.

I did plan a nice diner with Jos tonight. The holiday ruined everything. I went out, trying to buy some candles to light up the house and create a romantic atmosphere and some other food to make it a nice meal. I walked walked walked, 15 mins to get to the supermarket. It's closed. It's cold outside. For the first time, i felt my face aching because of the chilly wind. My long hair is gone! And it's time for me to suffer.

I have talked with many people about chinese dishes. Obviously they all know that chinese people eat all kinds of stuff, such as snake, dog, cat, scorpion. I did eat some of these weird stuff before, only two or three times in my life. It's funny when people keep asking me if anyone eats them and if you can get it easily everywhere even you can cook by yourself. The truth is that only few people in China eat them. There are few restaurants where you can eat them. Even some people eat them, most of them are for fun of trying new stuff. That's all. Everything we eat at the table in the family is very normal. I miss chinese food so much. I even tried to cook them here, but the problem is Jos doesn't really like them. Food here is kind of boring, although i know there are plenty of different dishes. However both of us do not know very well how to make them. Talking about funny questions, i have a better one. One day, we were dinning in Magda's house. An old lady from Leuven suddenly told me about her concern. One of her friend's daughter wanted to adopt a Chinese baby, but the staff in the organisation told her that there was only one problem--Chinese babies are fed with soya milk and they don't drink cow milk. I think every chinese could imagine how surprised and shocked i was to hear such a remark. It's the 60's or 70's? Gee, people here are so innocent, of course not in a nice way, about the chinese situation. There is plenty of milk in the country. I drank cow milk all the time when i was a baby!

Anyway, i have to think of ways to cook some chinese dishes for my own stomach. Sorry, Jos. You can cook something for yourself too. Plus, it's fun to learn something new from time to time. (The picture above is about 云吞(Yundun) i made some days ago. Heerlijk!

[Photo]Trip to Hulst

2005-11-10T14:55:00.000-08:00

The river near the Harbor, Doel, Belgium

The windmill on the dam, Doel, Belgium

Where is Prince Charming? The fields near Doel

It's just in the middle of nowhere!(The higher dam)

The road, Hulst, Holland

Birds taking rest in the field

Trees on the way

The day before yesterday, Jos told me that we would go to Holland when he came back in the noon. I was quite surprised. Holland? I've only been in Amsterdam once. That was 2004, summer time. After knowing Hulst is only one hour drive from Brussels, I grapped my Kodak7630(I wish i could get a better one on Christmas this year!^O^) and jumped into the car. All the routines went on. He bought some smelly dutch cheese while I bought a new pair of walking shoes. Then we went to a natural reserve above the harbor of Antwerp. The wind was chilly, but the sunset was elegant. Lucky to have such clear weather to shoot pics. Sunset, horses, birds, green fields, trees, water and him---That's all it's about!

In the evening, we went back to Antwerp and met Paul and Noel. Paul was riding a bike and Noel was cooking at home for him. Noel didn't know that we would come along in order to bring him his wines. He was wearing a skirt. Apparently he must have prepared some special shows for Paul, hehe. Walking into that small appartment, I could feel the cozyness(although jos always says our appartment is much much better). Candle light dinner, the night view of the city of Antwerp, music from the 60's, a dog who is 12 years old, a perfect double sofa. Qulle Chance!

Life in Brussels

2005-11-10T13:45:00.000-08:00

I was quite frustrated today because the administrative sectary said that it's impossible to study Translation in the school if i can't speak Dutch as the mother tongue. Well, just as people say, the smaller the country gets, the more complicated it gets too. I start to doubt whether it's really a great idea to live here(I was living in China for 23 years!). Things can be ironic. Now i know why so many people kept encouraging me while i was about to leave for Brussels. Of course, they didn't know Jos yet and had no idea about our relationship. However, it's turned out to be tough, the life in Brussels. Tough as i have ever expected.

Cons:
1\You have to speak two official languages(Dutch and French) in order to get a good job here. Let's not say many job require English as the third languge.
2\Food. I miss Chinese food sooooooooo much. Regret a lot that i didn't spend time learning cooking in China. Why why why chinese cuisine is so difficult to make even i am trying hard to cook some dishes for myself now.
3\Friends? No way! I haven't made real friends after two months. Well, Peter is a nice friend, but we seldom meet. All the other people from Jos' family are not really my friends-type. Plus, Flemish people are more indifferent than the french speaking Belgian.
4\Compared with China, everything is so f%#king expensive. I have to find a job as soon as possible! Which means...I have to learn Dutch and French well enough first.
5\Jos lost his job, making everything more difficult now.

Pros:
1\At least, i am with Jos now. After two years, love is stilling growing.
2\As the chinese saying goes, "天将降大任于斯人也，必先苦其心智，劳其筋骨，饿其体肤". (When the god gives great task to human, he must be suffering from heart, be exhausted from the work, be starved in order to prepare himself for this task).Maybe it's time for me to grow up.
3\Less polution, beautiful views