Serenity

Like I used to be, I listened to the pure piano while I'm sleeping. The most one I play is "Kanon Air Piano Arrange Album, Re-feel" (Kanon・Airピアノアレンジアルバム "Re-feel"). Each song is so beautiful that I can listen to tens of thousands times. I can't tell which one is my favorite. There are different feelings inside them.

Soaking in this soft piano and the breath of winter always makes me fall into the deep consciousness. This time, I dreamed a fantastic girl. She doesn't belong to the world. I think she is composed by several elements in my mind. The lover in the dream is the best name for her. Out of my expectation, she's not a short hair, lively girl but a long hair, graceful, wise, classical girl. Ummm, not that much "classical", it's out of my words to describe how she is. (After all, my words are a few. Orz )

I only have ten minutes to write today's diary. It's a time-limiting challenge. :-)

I don't like go out because I think traffic time is a kind of waste. For example, if we go to have a big meal, and the eating time would only cost one hour, while the traffic time cost one hour, I would think it's not worth to have this meal. Of course, if there are some other aims like meeting with old friends, I wouldn't care the traffic time.

Therefore, the methods I used to talk to friends are simple, that is, the email, the cellphone or face to face, ordered by frequency from top to low. Students in Computer Science are used to use Instant Messenger like MSN and email, so it's not that hard to keep in touch with my friends via email. Since this semester, I have tried to use skype, which is a network phone. It's interesting that I have never felt some of my friends are not in Taiwan for one year. At first, I thought there is something wrong in my feeling. Maybe I don't care these friends. However, I found the cause is the way I used to keep in touch. Via email, I don't feel any different from now and before. It's a pity that not most of my friends have the same thought. When I meet some friend who I haven't seen for a long time, I am still the guy who like to talk to him/her, but he/she would feel somewhat colder. The habit of keeping in touch is different.

Although I have some issues of memory, I spent ten minutes thinking about a not bad issue of the diary. It's easier to search for interesting topics in the lost time. Maybe remembering the past times becomes my hobby. I still remember the scene that a girl told me she has never did this. She thinks recalling the past wastes time and makes us seem like a fool. I don't know what she said is her real thought or not, but I often recall this scene when I soak in old times.

My advising professor have gone to attend a seminar in Hong Kong, so there was no group meeting on this Monday. Like I've said, I often set up a free Friday. This time I got a four days vocation. Actually, according to my characters of works, there is no crisp boundary between working days and holidays. All my jobs could be done at home. I just need a computer on internet. But it's somewhat interesting in the additional holiday. Although it happens to be Christmas, the only thing I'm interested in is the song "White Christmas". I heard this song when I was in the elementary school. Oh, another past thing. I just want to say I 'm not interested in special holidays.

When I was a little boy, my parents believe the slogan "Kids who have learned to play the piano will never become bad guys". They sent my older brother to learn to play the piano first, while my naughty brother was fired by the teacher because he would like to play in our grandmother's house for several weeks instead of attending the course. Think of this old thing, I have to say that people have their own characters even younger than you think.

But my parents didn't give up the hope. Maybe for the same reason or they just wanted to give it a try. You know, when your first experiment failed, you may doubt there was something wrong, and this time we could prevent some bad factors and make it. At least, the younger kid (that's me) doesn't like play in the grandmother's house as his brother does. They sent me to learn when I was 7. The teacher was our neighbor when I was 3. Of course, I didn't remember the things when we were neighbors. All that I knew was this teacher would beat me if I didn't follow her rule. What worse was my mother allowed her to do so. Therefore, my miserably and fortunate piano life had started.

In the beginning, I refused to learn. I kicked and beat the piano heavily. As soon as I did this, the teacher would beat me back with a iron rule. Maybe she would like to give me a course : how painful the piano is, or she was angry her piano was spoiled. Ummm, maybe both reason are right. I don't know when I had started to like playing piano during those painful period. For more detailed description, I neither hated it nor liked it. And I found that I had some gift for this. It's not that much gift to be a musician or a performer, but it's enough to escape lots of practice. Sometimes I only practiced one of times during a week, and when I played it to the teacher, I would get "Progress Award", which is worth 15 NT dollars. Sometimes I even practiced zero of times!

I wake up before 7 these days. The edge of the sun shines my eyes, so I stay awake and asleep until my cellphone alarms. The alarm time is 7 o'clock. The sound of the alarm is actually the waltz "Little Dog" composed by Chopin. Yes, the music is too graceful to wake me up. My cellphone could repeat the alarm every ten minutes if no one presses the cancel button. I don't know when it would finally turn off the repeat function, what I know is I hear the music about four to five times, and the next time my eyes are opened, it's noon. Whether you believe or not, I think this is a good hint that I would get up at 7 next day. Yes, I've told myself this for several days. *smile*

Sleeping too many hours will make my body uncomfortable. After getting up, I play some soft music like ARIA OST (Original Sound Track). Soaking in these soft music and stretching my body is very easeful. It would be better if I enjoy this thing at 7 but 12.

It's kind of unbelievable that I found I like writing latest. Observing the past life, I should notice this earlier.

In the junior high school time, the teacher requested us to keep a diary everyday. Also, there should be at least four lines in each diary. Sometimes I'd write some nonsense words like "Today I have nothing to write, but the teacher asks us to write four lines. I have no choice, so I write these words." Writing each word as bigger as it could be, it's a easy job to fill four lines with these blah. Fortunately, our teacher Mr. Pan is a open guy with some humor. Instead of asking me to rewrite the diary, he would give some critical and funny comment .

Because of the open mind of my teacher, I wrote more and more interesting things. During the last subsidiary course, many students would read and pass my diary joyfully. Most of them think my diary is the most interesting one. ( It's not a hard thing, since I have no competitor. No one likes to spend lots of time keeping a diary. *smile* ) Receiving these positive responses makes me write more harder. Usually I spent an hour a day finishing my diary. Sometimes I wrote even two or three diaries during the weekend. I'm glad that teacher Pen would read all my diary and give positive comments.

I'm not sure the exactly meaning of the blog name "Beyond the Moon". It sounds cool and I love moon. From the query results from the translating sites, "Beyond the Moon" means "pass the moon" or "go over the moon", while the original meaning that I would like to say is "on the moon". You know, "on the moon" sounds boring, and there is lack of such a feeling when you read it. Whatever the name is, the feeling is important. Therefore, I choose this name.

Sometimes I watch the moon. Maybe when I'm walking, I'm riding a motorcycle, or I'm standing on the yard. The dark holes on the moon makes itself more beautiful. I don't know what others' view, at least I love the irregular shapes with different lighting inside the circle. I like to watch it behind the leaves, or watch it being covered by the clouds. It's a shame that I can't give the moon gorgeous words, like the ancient poets who make graceful arrangements for the words.

Speaking of poets, I think no one would disagree that the most wonderful words is "水調歌頭" made by 蘇軾. 林語堂

One day, aoss told me that he found students in Computer Science don't used to stare the eyes of the guy he/she is talking to. After knowing this, I have begun to pay attention to this. I found he is right and I have a slight symptom.

It's a little shock for me to notice this bad habit. I am trying to focus my eyes on the other's eyes or the forehead, but it's a hard work. I don't know why I can't stare others' eye. Maybe we use computers too often and are lack of having face to face talks, or we used to do our work and talk to people simultaneously. Yes, I do have lots of talks to people, but in the most of these, we both sit in front of the monitor and talk. Therefore, our eyes focus on the screen naturally. We need a computer to demonstrate the things in our discussion.

When there is no computer and I have to talk to just one person, it becomes a test for me. If I concentrate on talk, my eye would focus on nothing, that is, I wouldn't know where I stare. On the other hand, keeping my eyes on the other's forehead disturbs my thinking. Therefore, I can't do the both things well at the same time. What worse is that concentrating on eyes makes me more tired than concentrating on thinking. It's not worth to waste my energy on eyes instead of thinking.

I often have lots of meetings this semester. Like my friend pcish said, the graduated students don't have endless midterms but meetings. Also, I have some jobs in order to earn money. The more jobs you get, the more meetings you have. It's more comfortable for me to stay at home on Friday. Therefore, setting up all things on Thursday is the best choice. The top record of Thursdays is having five meetings a day.

There was three meetings today. I would like to mention the first meeting about software engineering talk. kkggoo, who is not manly at all, and konya, who is obsessed by Japaness ACG, went to a seminar last Thursday. The seminar is about the future of developing software in Taiwan. I had to discuss the course "Data Structure " with the other TAs and Prof. Peng, so I couldn't attend the seminar. Instead I invite kkggoo and konya to discuss the thoughts about the seminar.

Before the meeting started, I met ltw by coincidence. ltw who is good at business is another weird guy I know. He asked if he could join our discussion. "Sure" I replied. By the way, sometimes it's really strange to talk with some different familiar people at the same time. I mean, I used to talk with each of them, but I have never talked with them all together. Sometimes I doubt that are they classmates? Do they know each other? It's weird that I have the same thought to each CSIE96 student. It's like you find two of your friends have known each other for a long time. I believe when you find this fact, you'd feel fun and happy. Yes, every time I think of some of them are classmates, I feel fun and happy. It often takes me some time to recall the fact.

About one month ago, my roommate couldn't stand being waked up by mosquitoes. It didn't bother me that much. My roommate asks me how to solve this problem. I thought of mom's talk. All that you need to do is hang a mosquito net. What a trivial solution. Therefore, my roommate did and he had never bothered by mosquitoes from that day.

After one or two days, I found that there were more mosquitoes than before. I was often waked up by them. Yes, the mosquitoes couldn't fill their stomachs in my roommate's room. They came to here for food. I, who am a vegetarian, am not willing to kill animals. I'm the best prey! I stood the bother and was sleepless for several nights. Finally, I bought the mosquito net. Spend less than NTD $400 and make you have good sleep. Why not?

However, using a mosquito net gets another trouble. I was not glad to use it.