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奋斗的编剧叫石康，纯爷们，确切年龄51岁； 蜗居的编剧叫六六，纯娘们，大概年龄36岁。

奋斗是一个老男人写的浪漫主义的奇幻故事；蜗居是一个小女人写的现实主义的恐怖小说。

看了奋斗，觉得故事好假； 看了蜗居，觉得人生好假。

奋斗也许会给人带来希望；蜗居一定会给人带来绝望。

奋斗说的是北京那旮旯的事儿； 蜗居说的是上海一面德额事体。

奋斗讲的是年轻人如何盖房子；蜗居讲的是年轻人如何买房子。

奋斗讲了几对年轻无知的男女的混乱爱情故事，主讲‘情’； 蜗居讲了一帮青春渐逝的男女的疯狂同居故事，主讲‘性’。

奋斗努力把青涩理想的青年慢慢塑造成成熟稳重的男人；蜗居试图把抛妻弃子的男人快速改造成重情重义的男子。

奋斗让女人不相信男人；蜗居让男人不相信女人。

喜欢奋斗的观众有些真的去奋斗了；喜欢蜗居的观众有些真的当二奶了。

奋斗是冷酷现实的迷幻剂；蜗居是残酷现实的催化剂。

奋斗满足了80后最后逝去的一丝幻想情节； 蜗居刺痛了80后正在面临的一个严酷现实。

    看看大巴边上的日历，发现我越来越不勤快了。大巴最近不知道出什么问题了，打开一个页面总是很慢，而我在某方面不是个善于等待的人。当然主要的问题还是出在自己的身上。越来越没有那个劲写些陈腔滥调。越来越觉得没有什么是值得记录的。不知道是不是正在渐渐地失去生活的激情的一种表现。一切归结于冬天的到来算了。冬天来了，懒猪变懒也是情理之中的嘛，吼吼~

    那天临睡前，翻看自己的日记。自从有了大巴以后很少记日记了。与其叫日记，不如说是月记，有时候时间甚至是隔了一年的，呵呵！记来记去感觉都是那些“破事”，不过自己却是看的津津有味，还赞叹自己的文笔来着。人有时候就是需要适当地自欺欺人，自我陶醉下的。大巴上的日记纵然“拜读”的人屈指可数，但总是有人看的，有人看就难免有人judge。有时候自己看着挺有意义的东西，在旁人看来其实是何如无聊的。而且，上次刚总结了，电脑是不可靠的。古语有云：好记性不如烂笔头。偶要套用下。其实什么东西都不如本子上记的东西踏实。年老时，坐在摇椅上，沐浴着阳光，翻看自己的日记。这种画面想象起来都比年老时，坐在电脑面前看自己的日记感觉温馨。呵呵，看来我在退化。I am aging...

    说了半天，我又离题了。每次久久地写一次日志，总觉得都是闲言碎语。

    今天自考的学生居然又没有人来上课了。不过，我很坦然地在教室改了15分钟的作文，然后从容地收拾东西，昂首挺胸地回来了。真的是一回生，二回熟...

    有时候跟学生网聊。有学生会说：真的希望不要再背负别人的担子。还有的开玩笑地问：什么时候才能参透？想想也是，在学生与老师之间，想不开的总是负责任的老师。当学生犯你已经一而再再而三地讲过的错误的时候，气得上串下跳的总是你；当学生上课在干其他事，或者睡觉的时候，伤心的也是你；当他们不及格时，失望的还是你......真的都是皇上不急，急死太监的。学或者不学，都是学生自己的得失，但是想不开的都是我们这些负责任的老师。而其实教学从来都是以学生为中心的。他们不学，你干着急是没有用的。而我们的负责任也可以是另外一种负责法。Try different kinds of methods. Try to attract as mang students as possible. 我在慢慢地领悟。等待修成正果的那一天。

    我好像要感冒了。可怕呀~

    人生是一场戏，男男女女演员罢了。我们不仅是演员，更是一人饰多角的万能演员。

    下午我们相聚厚海，大家分享所谓的好东西。晚上在茶厂附近的火锅店FB了一番。回来的车上，看到一人的钱包掉了，提醒了他。充当了一回好市民。小侄子打来电话。一上来就说：姑姑，我好想你...虽然很不好意思，还是装嫩地跟他侃了一会儿，直到他被我的问题逼走，嘿嘿~~还算称职的姑姑呀！然后，给CM打了个电话，商讨明天布城之行一事，有事说事的咧；之后给堂妹打了个电话，帮她买了件小毛毯铺床用，因为她东西怕冷。让她什么时候有空过来拿一下。顺便为她手机之事提个建议。这个姐姐当滴！然后，NL打电话过来。喜宴下来撑得不行，想K歌了。舍命陪君子咯，很爽快地答应了。好朋友不就该如此吗，哈哈~下车了，爸打电话过来。聊聊，爸又问起之前所说的某男，唉，又令他失望了，还不懂事地也不知道先给家里打电话，不孝女呀！上的一篇文章上说，phones in public is as harmful to others' mental health as cigarrettes are to lung. So to be kind and polite, it would be better that you don't do that. From this respect, I am not a kind and polite citizen.

    It is not just you and me, but all people around the world. We are all actors. Yet not everyone is a good actor. To be a good one, you need much, of which the important one is communicative skill, I assume. We also interpret the world from different perspectives. For example, I felt guilty after watching the movie "2012" while one of my student who majors in International Accounting just felt pity that he didn't have 10 euros which the fee you should pay for the entrance to Noah. While I want him to care about whether I am tired of flying or not, he cares about how high you have flied. While you are really reluctant, he interprets that you are just too shy. While you want advice, he gives you concern......Neither side should be blamed on. Yet it just don't feel confortable to be together. It is when communication should play its part, but it just doesn't favor those  reserved guys.

    PS: 手机看来是老年痴呆了。存在文件夹里的很多信息不翼而飞，我哭呀~那些值得纪念的时间，那些感动的瞬间...手机是不可靠的，电脑也是不可靠的，大脑更不可靠，我该靠啥呢？

    I love my city. Though it is not much big, it is cozy, not that advanced but enough to meet all my demands and give me surprises sometimes.

    Last Friday, I went to the movie "2012" with NL. It was just an exaggerated version of "The Day of Tomorrow". Yet those disastrous scenes made me feel like a convict walking out of the cinema. See what had we done to our earth. The earth was crying. Sooner or later, we had to pay the price. It didn't make any difference to the Earth who was living on it. It was us who should worry that whether we could still live on this planet. I swore to myself that I would do what I could do to heal the world.

    It is strange that I can spend several hundreds on a pair of shoes, trousers, bag, etc. Yet it just kills me to know that our water and electricity bill is becoming higer and higher. I don't want to make me look good. In my heart, I just feel guilty that how many resources have we wasted. If we can do with 20, why should we make it 50. The extra is what we waste. So just take actions to save.

    Saturday, I got up early and went to the fruit wholesale market. I got back two cases of apples and one basket of dates. The afternoon was spent on my computer. It came back after maintenance of its mainboard.  Hard disk came first and mainboard this time. I just wondered what would follow. It just made me feel that computers were doomed to be broken. Anyway, it felt good to use desktop computer than laptop one.

    Sunday. There was a lecture on financial management in the city library. I got up early and met CM and Anne in the library. Because of lying down late and getting up early, I jawned from time to time. Yet it really felt good to smell the fresh air. Compared with the library at our college, the city library was not big enough. But I assumed that its collection was enought to satisfy the needs of most people. I even read some journals concerning my major there.

    The lecture was not professional enough for us. It just gave us some basic guidelines and encouraged us to take a positive attitude towards investment. Yet the Canadian lecturer got a good accent. So  I just took it as an opportunity to practise my listening. I just couldn't remember the last time I went to an English lecture.

    After lecture, we went to the department store in RUIJING. There was a promotion there. So I bought the D'eborah bag. I struggled but I bought it. It cost me nearly 700 after 65% discount. I just didn't know how did I make up my mind. On the way home, I thought to myself if my parents knew the price, they would stare their eyes and exclaim. I could even imagine the expression on their faces. So even though it might be invisible, we had to admit that a gap existed, between the former generation and us, between us and later generation.