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Fortunately (or I can say 'sadly'), nothing special has passed last month. 

If I insist on saying something happened around me, .......let me think...., Boris, who is one of my flatmate, asked a girl in my school go out and now they belong together, and Seong, the other korean guy in my class, might have 'some' girlfriend's'. (Our theory is, he has two girls in Korea, one in Madrid, another one in Salamanca and the other one in Bilbao. The coolest guy ever.) And Lee, who's a flatmate of Seong's, tries to ask a girl go out (according to what Seong told me). Winter is a season for making loveeeeeeeeee. Then I hate winter so badly. Just leave me alone that I don't want to be bothered by those lovebirds. 

My mother had to undergo a operation this Wednesday, because her ligament had been torn by accident. However, as it wasn't something serious, her postoperative recovery is good and speedy. The only thing that I'm concerned about is that she's alone in the hospital because my bro is in the military service and I'm here in Bilbao, in addition to that, my father is in a business trip. 

Anyway, I've done with all the irritating events such as the Cambridge Exam (I won't repeat it, ever, I swear) or the Visa renewal, and the course is almost finished. I'm gonna be free again when the Christmas vacation comes, even though it'll be just a few days.

To celebrate my liberation from EVERYTHING I ordered some Dawkins's book from Amazon.uk as presents for myself. One of them was 'The Magic of Reality', which I selected just because of the title, and when I opened the first page I thought I would never regret having bought that book. All the word given by this smartest book are on the extension line of my thought. They're exactly what I think, but this book explains the idea so clearly and definitely that I can define it 'efficiently'. Maybe I can be more realist because of this (and that's what my friends are worried about).

When I finish reading it, I'm thinking to write a review but who knows. There is every likelihood that it takes a year to be done. First of all, I need to take a rest, then I'll think about it again. 

Boris didn't come back home last night. Lovers, lovers, lovers. I hate winter. Really.