高金心冷

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Anyway, I guess I need to write something every day to keep my mind clear and record things happen, during my dissertation writing, which is a period, I guess, last major peaceful time before I leave school on June, next year.

       It is winter now, the temperature is falling down everyday, the very best life you can expect is to have a hot coffee when you get up, and start a fresh day at around 9:30 to 10:00 with listening to the World News from BBC. If I close all the widows, the noise from the road underneath the 27 storeys department I living in can be prevented, and one of the joyful moments in the morning is to look over the mountain far from me, see the cloud and mist around it.

       Mr. Abbau is my company, who moved to be with me together at August, the ending of summer. He is an Old English Sheep Dog with who I would like to have pedestrian in the campus every day, to free my mind from the serious thinking about my dissertation. The architectural department is located in another district in the campus processing a considerable distance which would spent me 20 to 15 minutes to walk every time, for the reasons to get some reference for my research or to meet one of my few friends, or to have short discussion with my tutor, Pro. Lu.

       Sometimes, it is quiet nice to feel isolated from the main circumstances in architectural department, and it is in this small flat, containing a living room, three bedrooms one for my mum’s weekend visiting, one for myself, and one left empty, that the serials of Louis Kahn research was completed. My life is quite simple now, in which, the main happiness is generated by the weekend’s family assembly, my mum, Mr. Mimico, Mr. Abbau as well as me. My mum would like to prepare some soup for us, with the excuse that we don’t have enough food care living alone. Comparatively, Mr. Mimico’s visiting is irregular, who has very much great enthusiasm on life enjoying, and I must admit that the weekend dinner we have together in the downtown has became our common cherish memory, especially at those pleasant night with cool wind in summer and good color sunset in winter.

       When one lives alone with his or her dog and some visiting by close family members, he can have enough time to think and be boring, the dissertation writing is the thing I should pay my full attention on, which require good spirit condition and robust life. Music and book give me a lot of fun to run. Every night, reading poems of Tang Dynasty offers me great joy, but there is no regular reading material, sometime, works of Edward Said, for the instance, now Out of Place, sometimes, other biographies about diverse people. It is interesting, that the position of literature in my spirit life has shift dramatically, from the hated course in high school to the wonderful experience helping me to clam down.