My ears had been suffering terrible noises these days since I moved to this nice lovely house. The sounds started from the early morning around 7, I was really shocked by the strong stamps came through the next little poor wall of my room, it was no exaggeration that the shocking stamps really seems like a group of baby elephants running in a narrow tiny room, a long, long noises never ended till lasting at least 2 hours longggggggggg, just woke up me from a great morning dream. Well, I could took this as my awful morning alarm though, the beautiful sun dramatically made up my mood during these days in September, there was really no such a thing could stop my cheery moment in the noon dressing upon my eyes with shiny, I then was trying to make myself a comfortable siesta, yet, my carelessness left the window open that suddenly access the transforming noises jumped up into my poor ears again… it was seems like that they really appreciate me to be their loyal listener though, I was woefully forced to listen this no musicality instrument played by a group of  novices. weary sounds left in the sunset, then I started with my hard working on the dissertation in the front of my computer… a shock came into my tender heart againnnnnnnn, it was a rumble vocal from a eskimo man just came back home finishing his hunting. A yelling at those elephants, this lasted another couple of hours without even a minute break… until mid-night! Same instrument was playing every counted day, my ears had really been exercised strong and strong day after day for this long lasting week. And I was still patient of being an elegant listener so far…

last but not least, I am thankful that I fortunately live on my own!