总算有一点开心的事。
一个没说过话的相识，大半夜了还像我一样吊在网上。
他说好笑吗？现在正在乌鲁木齐，零下20度，有两三个小时的时差……嗬嗬！记得小学一年级第二册的彩色语文课本里写什么北国冰雪，海南岛鸟语花香，什么乌鲁木齐还在梦乡……哈哈~不知道零下20度回想小学时候的事情是什么感觉，5摄氏度的上海现在很快乐。
跟不同时差的人聊天，不会让我感到心疼。
 
睡前照例收下邮件，突然一点点开心又开始转为苦涩。。
“是非，是与非。明月清风长夜相随
谁想谁，谁又忘了谁。衣裙皱折，一江水……”
我是不是正慢慢陷入一个深不可测的漩涡？这太可耻了！

连着几天下雨，我傻了。
腿就痛得要命，甚至一瘸一拐的，好像初中时的情形，指头也痛。颓废。

今天，不是，是这段时间，真的很伤心。
之前一直告诉自己，不是这样的不是这样的，可还是没能说服。
我甚至找过这样那样的理由，想是不是我曾经也让人这么伤心过。
但是没用的没用的。每次都是越发的伤心。为什么不可以说我真得很伤心？
我发过誓，不会再为任何人伤心。可我还是做不到。
一年中，第二次为魔蝎座的人伤心，而更为可笑的是，这次不过是个小女生，可我还是伤心得不成样子。我好笨啊我好笨！
至此，对魔蝎座，谨记：不要靠近他们。。嗯。

4

      I had thus learned a second fact of great importance: this was that the planet the little prince came from was scarcely any larger than a house!
    
      But that did not really surprise me much. I knew very well that in addition to the great planets, such as the Earth, Jupiter, Mars, Venus, to which we have given names, there are also hundreds of others, some of which are so small that one has a hard time seeing them through the telescope.

      When an astronomer discovers one of these he does not give it a name, but only a number. He might call it, for example, "Asteroid 325." 
    

      I have serious reason to believe that the planet from which the little prince came is the asteroid known as B-612. This asteroid has only once been seen through the telescope. That was by a Turkish astronomer, in 1909.

      On making his discovery, the astronomer had presented it to the International Astronomical Congress, in a great demonstration. But he was in Turkish costume, and so nobody would believe what he said. Grown-ups are like that...
   
      Fortunately, however, for the reputation of Asteroid B-612, a Turkish dictator made a law that his subjects, under pain of death, should change to European costume. So in 1920 the astronomer gave his demonstration all over again, dressed with impressive style and elegance. And this time everybody accepted his report.
   
      If I have told you these details about the asteroid, and made a note of its number for you, it is on account of the grown-ups and their ways. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, "What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?" Instead, they demand: "How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?"

      Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.

      If you were to say to the grown-ups: "I saw a beautiful house made of rosy brick, with geraniums in the windows and doves on the roof," they would not be able to get any idea of that house at all.

      You would have to say to them: "I saw a house that cost $ 20,000." Then they would exclaim: "Oh, what a pretty house that is!" Just so, you might say to them: "The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists." And what good would it do to tell them that? They would shrug their shoulders, and treat you like a child. But if you said to them: "The planet he came from is Asteroid B-612," then they would be convinced, and leave you in peace from their questions. They are like that. One must not hold it against them. Children should always show great forbearance toward grown-up people. But certainly, for us who understand life, figures are a matter of indifference.

      I should have liked to begin this story in the fashion of the fairy-tales. I should have like to say: "Once upon a time there was a little prince who lived on a planet that was scarcely any bigger than himself, and who had need of a sheep..."

      To those who understand life, that would have given a much greater air of truth to my story. For I do not want any one to read my book carelessly. I have suffered too much grief in setting down these memories. Six years have already passed since my friend went away from me, with his sheep. If I try to describe him here, it is to make sure that I shall not forget him. To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures... It is for that purpose, again, that I have bought a box of paints and some pencils.

      It is hard to take up drawing again at my age, when I have never made any pictures except those of the boa constrictor from the outside and the boa constrictor from the inside, since I was six. I shall certainly try to make my portraits as true to life as possible. But I am not at all sure of success. One drawing goes along all right, and another has no resemblance to its subject. I make some errors, too, in the little prince's height: in one place he is too tall and in another too short. And I feel some doubts about the color of his costume. So I fumble along as best I can, now good, now bad, and I hope generally fair-to-middling. In certain more important details I shall make mistakes, also. But that is something that will not be my fault. My friend never explained anything to me. He thought, perhaps, that I was like himself. But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through the walls of boxes. Perhaps I am a little like the grown-ups. I have had to grow old.

很久没有来写东西。
但是真的发生了很多事情，也想了很多。来不及写，就一点一点地作为记载。

1、12月30日。
这大概是我最近来最背的一天。
通过这一天我错过了很多的事情，同时也感触很多，有些人就会不断冷风吹，有些人却总勇逗乐化解一切。最后得出的结论是：我脸皮厚，我脸皮厚！而林，在我眼里实在是个太有涵养的人了。

2、无极和单骑。
相比之下，无极真是部不错的片子。
不知道是我爱上了商业片，还是张老大真得让人失望了。
终于还是在大光明看了无极。然而结果却出奇的好——我将收回对无极和陈凯歌的诋毁。我甚至产生了如同当年对于《天地英雄》的感情。哈哈~~
而市场中那么多关于对无极的批评，包括之前只看过枪版碟的我，我想也许这也是一次炒作的方式吧。我得感谢大光明呢。
本来想好好写写，而然而一切就好像每次手中操作的选题——时间久了，没有激情了。虽然剧情围绕女人展开，但我还是觉得这是一部如同天地英雄一样的男人的电影。
 单骑就不想说了。期望越高，失望越大。。

3、上海和北京。
这阵子可是真够忽悠的。
从上海到无锡到北京到烟台到上海到北京到天津再到上海……不过就是两个月的事情。我开始严重的考虑有关城市、有关生活、有关以后。
然后疯狂的会友，吃喝玩乐的日子。
像从前一样，还是喜欢北方的相聚，喜欢北京的简单、寒冷和大气。然而我却失望的发现，竟然喜欢上海多一点，而且喜欢哪里根本说不清楚。

4、改革与守旧。
由于报社正在改革，于是纷争迭起。也许我是敏感的，也许我根本不愿意让自己知道很多，但我还是特别的感知了一些事情。对于改革与守旧，不言置否。我所能也是所应该做的，就是安安心心的把自己的事情做好。
而且纷杂中最大的感触，不是识时务者，而是一些能够沉淀的东西。

5、2005与2006。
2004背运，2005伤心，而这一切都已经过去。在这两年里想了太多也承受了很多。同样的，身边的好朋友们也无一例外的都开始在成长与未来的话题里徘徊。这其实是好事。
2006已经来了，在几百号人齐声倒计时的呼声中，悄然来了。
没有丝毫的喜悦。但我的心里再一次充满了希望。
这希望跟别人无关，只是未来还有责任严重的占据了我的心。依然记得初中告诉自己的“生活就是永远进击”，依然记得那些梦想，这就好，因为生活本来就该充满激情和希望。
等着瞧吧!

6、花儿与2001
今年的花儿火的不能再火了。
不过那天琨竟然说不是刚刚出道的吗？
赫赫~其实花儿究竟是什么时候出道的我也不十分清楚，但是非常肯定地，2001年我已经被大张伟迷住了。那时候的大张伟头发长长的，打着大的领带，大的西装，下身却是一个大裤衩，，一把吉他简直要拖到脚脖子，还一蹦老高的。。。那简直被我视为80年代后的代表。
寒冷的济南，花儿、水叮当、天天厨房还有每周五晚上10:00以后的时间是最能够让我忘记寒冷的事情。还记得当年跟我一起共同欣赏花儿喜欢在大马路上高声唱歌的玲玲，他总是那么专注的拿着根黄瓜作麦克。赫赫~
花儿也使我对于2001，对于济南的回忆。

7、争执与道不同。
争执发生在某个周末，跟晖一起看电视。
我正对互联网发展以及业界相关盈利模式一个座谈节目吸引，晖却不断的要看四大才子。于是我严把遥控器，鄙视四大才子的低俗；晖则坚持周末在于休息，他需要不费脑筋的东西增加娱乐。我认为看自己感兴趣的东西，本身就是休息，同时还有比休息更加快乐的希望；晖则认为，工作就是工作，休息只能是休息，最快乐的应该是好好休息好好工作。
至热烈之处，他开始鄙视文科的做梦，我自然唾弃他井底之蛙的狭隘，渐渐得似乎又成了文理之争、现实与梦想。我们各执一词互不相让，至最终沉默。
赫赫~后来他跟我道歉，因为在单位他曾提及此事遭到同事们的耻笑。我也说，其实比较喜欢他安静的生活。
每个人都有自己的生活方式。
谁又能知道安静的心与不安分的梦想未来如何？
只是道不同。

8、懒惰害人。
因为偷懒，把牛仔裤夹克衫还有羊毛衫一起扔进了洗衣机。
结果夹克衫率先告衰——本来得粉白颜色荡然无存，青一块紫一块，然后已经跟随我15年的夹克衫布料终于被水流的无情搅破；羊毛衫紧接着缩成10随孩子衣服大小；牛仔裤裤脚破了，但好在牛仔裤越破越好看……
我痛恨阿痛恨，喜爱了15年的夹克衫诶~
我痛恨阿痛恨，我小丑鱼般的羊毛衫阿~
结论：要向保住自己喜爱的东西，不要兰多。懒惰害人呢！

9、1月14日。
今天因为想事情一天没有吃饭，但晚上做了红焖鱼、肉丝蒜苗，还吃了两碗饭，四根香蕉。很满足。从饿坏了到吃得太饱总是这么一念之差。