上来除除草。。。

无意中看到下一届学弟学妹的毕业典礼照片，才想起自己毕业已经满一年了。去年的3月25日，我也曾像照片中的他们一样，那样的意气风发，那样的憧憬未来。工作一年间，认识了很多人，发生了很多事，有付出，有收获，有教训，有反思。总而言之，发现要学的东西还很多，继续努力吧！

近日接连收到同窗好友的红色炸弹，心疼钱包的同时，也恭喜他们有情人终成眷属。

第一次感受北方的冬天，还是有些小小震撼地！

感受一：当飞机进入沈阳地界后，从窗户看出去，整个城市都被冰雪覆盖，突然想到了雪山飞狐的场景，不过没带相机照下来，不能和大家分享，有点小小的遗憾。

感受二：司机可能会这种冰雪天气习以为常了吧，开车技术都比较高，不过速度可就比以往慢多了，因此拥挤地段的交通堵塞也就见怪不怪了。

感受三：虽说室外相当的冷，室内可就相当的热啦，因此每天有相当一部分时间是花在脱衣服和穿衣服上，sigh...

P.S. 酒店里已经到处是圣诞节的气氛了，不禁对今年的Christmas有点小小的憧憬

 

 

Today is my career birthday!

Happy career birthday to myself

I hope I made the correct choice and my wishes will come true in the near future.

 

除了孙俪和片尾曲还过得去之外，其他一般般。

感觉王夫人的扮相也满像妖的。。。

回到上海已经一周多了，总的来说事情不是很多，又恢复了每天朝六晚六的生活。不知道为什么，竟然有点小小怀念沈阳的生活，怀念酒店的床，中山广场，市府广场，街上的一草一木，还有。。。合作街上的小学该开学了吧，那条路应该会更堵了，不过我满喜欢那条路的感觉，有股乡村的味道，和大城市的喧嚣相比，多了一份淳朴。

 

前天去看了孟京辉的先锋话剧《恋爱的犀牛》，据说十年前首演的时候火爆整个京城，是年轻一代的爱情圣经，当代中国戏剧旗帜性作品。我也先锋了一把

前天是首演，孟京辉携所有演职人员最后都出来谢幕，国家话剧院的演员演的很投入，让我见识了一段残酷而浪漫的爱情，很多台词都很经典，让我对爱情也有了更深的认识，摘录若干。

P.S. 个人觉得男主角（张念骅）不错，演出挺有爆发力的，就是名字土了点，刚才搜了一把，发现他居然还是在沈阳长大的那，推荐一记

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

马路：这就是图拉，我最好的，也是最后的伙伴。明明，我想给你一切，可我一无所有。我想为你放弃一切，可我又没有什么可以放弃。钱、地位、荣耀，我仅有的那一点点自尊没有这些东西装点也就不值一提。如果是中世纪，我可以去做一个骑士，把你的名字写上每一座被征服的城池。如果在沙漠中，我会流尽最后一滴鲜血去滋润你干裂的嘴唇。如果我是天文学家，有一颗星星会叫做明明；如果我是诗人，所有的声音都只为你歌唱；如果我是法官，你的好恶就是我最高的法则；如果我是神父，再没有比你更好的天堂；如果我是个哨兵，你的每一个字都是我的口令；如果我是西楚霸王，我会带着你临阵脱逃任由人们耻笑；如果我是杀人如麻的强盗，他们会祈求你来让我俯首帖耳。可我什么也不是。一个普通人，一个像我这样普通的人，我能为你做什么呢？

工作后的第一次生日！

第一次不在上海过生日！

谢谢大家的祝福，虽然工作忙碌，但是昨天很开心

 

特此纪念一下

 

 

由于工作原因，8月8日北京奥运会开幕式没能在自己家门口看，跑到沈阳来看了。不过大家一起看还是挺看开心的，个人对开幕式中2008人的击缶表演，29个脚印的烟花和山水画卷回顾中华五千年，李宁点火比较喜欢，其他表演基本上是老谋子的一贯风格啦。

 

不过看到运动员入场就有点无聊了，决定先撤回房间逍遥一下，遭到了某人的bs。。。好吧，我承认你比我热爱奥运，行了吧

 

啦啦啦，啦啦啦，今天能休息一天，真不错

        一转眼离研一去安徽歙县社会实践已经两年了，那段经历虽然艰苦，但还是给我留下了美好的回忆，也许以后再也不会有那样的机会了，那次经历使我对同甘共苦也有了更深的体会。上个周末我们社会实践的团队搞了两周年聚会，虽然大家盛情邀请，可惜我在外地出差，为了工作，我只能忍痛割舍，没参加大家的聚会（谁让我责任心强呢，没办法）。兄弟们，你们好歹传点聚会的照片给我啊～～我一个人在沈阳好可怜啊～～

         不过么，有得必有失，周末虽然没去成聚会，和沈阳的同事去了长白山天池。本以为从沈阳过去应该不远，没想到火车要开13个小时。。。看了地图，原来天池地处中朝边境。到了长白山叫下，我们先是乘坐越野车从北坡抵达长白山天豁峰，俯瞰天池，山路崎岖，越野车速度贼快，绝对比过山车刺激。由于天豁峰海拔已达2600米以上，山中气候变幻莫测，不是每个人上去都能看到天池全貌。据说当年邓小平上山三次才看到一次，江泽民上山六次一次也没看到。没想到我们上去一次就看到了，这RP，咱也就不多说了，低调，低调。

         俯瞰好天池后，接下来就要近距离接触天池啦。所谓近距离接触天池，就是走到池边，但是付出的代价就是爬900多级石梯，还挺陡，我一边爬，一边就想起两年前爬黄山，福娃妹妹吭哧吭哧爬啊爬，历经艰险，终于爬到了天池边，手模到天池水的感觉真好啊，陶醉ing。。。

         后来去小天池瞅了眼，感觉一般，就是个小湖。夜宿山脚下二道白河镇，周日早上7点的火车，经过13小时的颠簸，终于又回到人间了。。。

         现在我这个腿酸啊。。。也不多说了，上图才是王道！

赚钱不容易！

Maggie，加油！！！

5.12地震让我感受到生命的脆弱，同时也感受到人间的真情。

向前往灾区赈灾的人们表示崇高的敬意，希望他们平安归来！

要珍惜身边的人和事

在泰晤士小镇拥有一套自己的pp小屋

昨天是我堂哥张侃文的大婚之日，确切的说，从周五下午开始，我们全家已经进入了临场战斗的状态。昨天我更是昏天黑地忙了一天，司机、礼仪、现场协调、与亲朋好友唠嗑。。。身兼数职的后果就是等婚礼开始，我只想打瞌睡

不过开心的是，婚礼举行得很顺利，也很精彩，来宾们对大剧院宴会厅还是很满意的。

老大的婚姻大事搞定了，我作为张家孙辈中的老二，不免有点被推到封口浪尖的感觉，不过这种事情么也是可与不可求的啦，希望我的Mr. Right早日出现吧。

最后祝新人相亲相爱，白头到老，早生贵子

        话说某天苏小妹的大哥苏东坡去找当朝的王总理（王安石），看到王总理办公桌上一首题为《咏菊》的诗稿，上面只有“西风昨夜过园林，吹落黄花遍地金”两句诗，没有完稿。他认得这是总理的笔迹，但却想不通总理怎么会吟出这有悖情理的诗句来。 因为据他看来：“黄花即菊花。此花开于深秋，其性属火，敢于秋霜鏖战，最能耐久， 随你老来焦干枯烂，并不落瓣。说个‘吹落黄花满地金’，岂不是错误了？” 老苏的手也确实比较欠，依韵续了两句诗：“秋花不比春花 落，说与诗人仔细吟。”，然后就走了。

         第二天老苏得知自己被发配到黄州去做官了，心想：好你个王安石，这不是公报私仇么？在苏东坡赴黄州上任后的那年重阳节之后几天，连日大风，苏东坡与来访的好友陈季常一道去后花园赏菊花，没想到只见菊花棚下满地遍洒黄灿灿的菊花，枝 上全无一朵。这一情景使苏东坡目瞪口呆，半晌说不出话来。原来黄州的菊花很特殊，到了秋天是会落瓣的，王安石当初让老苏来黄州，是有道理的。可贵的是，苏东坡认识到了自己的错误，于是开拓了一段有名的黄州时期。

         发现古人的有些事情还是满有趣的，做人要谦虚， 低调。

      前阵子参加了网上的大众汽车——“奥运绘”活动，也发动了很多xdjm为我投票，现在评选结果已经出来了，详情见下网址：

虽然榜上无名，但还是非常感谢大家对我的支持，偶的作品和获奖作品相比差距太大了，呵呵，不过重在参与嘛

 

               特此鸣谢

         偶实验室的同仁们

         花花实验室的同仁们

         丁丁实验室的同仁们

         旺仔lulu

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ps:省略号是为了不过多披露大家的隐私

最后贴一张偶的作品吧^_^

 

 

各位亲爱的XDJM们，小女子平生头一次参加一个网上绘图比赛，需要各位的投票，大家有钱出钱，有力出力，没钱没力也不要紧，帮着吆喝几声，小女子不胜感激，如有幸得到奖品，定摆他个几十桌，好好犒劳大家。

 

投票方法：

访问网站：http://2008.vw.com.cn/art_car/index.html

 

作品名称：乘风破浪

用户名：maggiezhang

车型：新甲克虫

颜色：蓝色

 

说的够清楚了吧，XDJM们，行动起来吧～～

"The Devil Wears Prada," a movie starring Meryl Streep in one of her most wickedly inspired comic performances, casts a knowing eye on the international couture business through the lens of its U.S. bible, Vogue magazine, and that publication's famously feared editor, Anna Wintour. Or ... no, that's not exactly right. Actually, the magazine is called Runway, and its editor, played by Streep, is named Miranda Priestly. This is because those are the names employed by author Lauren Weisberger in the bestselling 2003 novel on which the movie is based. Weisberger has been coyly insistent about denying that her book is modeled on Vogue or Wintour. But since she spent nearly a year working at Vogue as an assistant to Wintour, that assertion has generally been dismissed, especially in Fashionville, with a lip-licking smirk.

As in the book, the story concerns a young woman named Andy Sachs (Anne Hathaway), a freshly minted college graduate who's moved to Manhattan to pursue a career as a journalist. The job market is ferociously competitive, as always, and she winds up at the editorial offices of Runway — an alternative universe peopled by impossibly willowy women clacking around the halls in gleaming designer high heels — to interview for a slave-level assistant position. This is a terrible idea: Andy knows nothing about fashion, has never read the magazine, and therefore has never heard of Miranda Priestly. She somehow gets hired, though, and soon learns.

Miranda's arrival at the office every morning is an occasion for gut-tightening panic among her employees. Tossing back her sleek, silver-gray hair as she exits the elevator, she sails through the door emitting an unending sigh of refined disappointment at everything and everyone in her orbit, lobbing little grenades of demand and desire at every staffer she passes: "Get me Isaac." "Where's that piece of paper I had in my hand yesterday?" "Get me that little table I like in that store on Madison." Requests for clarification are icily swatted away: "Please bore someone else with your questions."

Andy is completely at sea. Although any character played by Anne Hathaway must unavoidably be pretty in a fairly unimprovable way, around the Runway offices, Andy's a dog. For one thing, she's still wearing her sensible little skirts and sweaters from college; and she clearly hasn't yet made the leap to $200 haircuts. Her fellow workers are openly contemptuous. "Who is that sad little person?" asks Nigel (Stanley Tucci), the magazine's effete photo chief. "Are we doing a before-and-after piece I don't know about?" Andy's immediate superior, an intensely snooty English girl named Emily (Emily Blunt), is afraid that Andy's lack of fabulousness will somehow reflect badly on her — and possibly result in Miranda not taking her along to the big spring fashion shows in Paris. "If you lose Paris for me," she hisses, "I will search every Blimpie's in the tri-state area till I find you."

Andy never had a "weight problem" until she arrived at Runway, land of the stick-like glamazons. Nigel, taking pity, counsels her in terms of dress sizes. "Two is the new four," he says. "Zero is the new two." Andy tells him she's actually a size six. "Six," he says, "is the new fourteen." But he decides to come to her rescue, pulling together fabulous new outfits for her from the office wardrobe closet. Before long she's a full-fledged fashionista, resplendent in loan-out Chanel and Manolos and looking very little like the serious journalist she previously wanted to be. The boyfriend she lives with, Nate (Adrian Grenier), a chef in a downtown restaurant, can feel her slipping away from him. And indeed, when a slick, smarmy magazine writer named Christian (Simon Baker) starts hitting on her, Andy does feel the unaccustomed stirring of erotic temptation.

The movie captures New York in all of its media-lashed uproar, from the teeming streets and shops of SoHo to the money-thickets of Tribeca and the chic eateries of the Meat Packing District. And Paris in the spring, with its rain-slicked side streets and twinkling tree lights, has rarely looked so heart-swellingly gorgeous. But the most impressive natural wonder in the film is Streep's Miranda Priestly. She's a woman of bottomless self-absorption — the world at large is her backdrop, but otherwise not her concern. And she manages to impose her monumental ego on her frazzled underlings around the clock, even when she's out of town. (Calling in to the office from some faraway airport, she fumes about the fact that her flight has been canceled. "Some absurd weather problem," she says, as a hurricane batters the departure-lounge windows. "Call Donatella — get her jet.")

It would be easy to trash this abrasive character, but the director, David Frankel, a "Sex and the City" veteran, and the screenwriter, Aline Brosh McKenna, are too classy to take that tack. And in one scene, during a "Runway" staff meeting, they allow Miranda to state her own case, explaining to a skeptical Andy the actual utility of high fashion: how this season's unaffordable designer styles will be knocked off into next season's high-end retail offerings, and will then blossom democratically the following season in shopping malls across the country. "In fact," she says, taking in Andy's humble collegiate cardigan, "you're wearing a sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room."

Meryl Streep has been nominated for 13 Academy Awards over the course of her extraordinary career (she won twice, for "Kramer vs. Kramer" and "Sophie's Choice"), and she'll certainly get another Academy nod for her performance in this picture. Like Judi Dench and Maggie Smith in Britain, she's a national theatrical treasure, and there are few more pleasurable movie-going events than the arrival of another film in which she so delectably demonstrates why.

在这里，祝所有我认识的和认识我的朋友们新年快乐，身体健康，事业（学业）有成，万事如意

 

本命年就要来到了，也祝自己和所有的小pp们一切顺利，心想事成

 

 

这两天电视台重播《天国的嫁衣》，断断续续看了几集，感觉现在的台湾偶像剧无论是音乐，还是拍摄手法，都有明显抄袭韩剧的痕迹。总的来说，这部剧集男主角还可以，女主角么就差了点（喜欢王心凌的不要打我啊），还好最后Angela出来撑了撑场面。结局拍的还不错，标准的韩式结尾方式。

今天无意中看到以前一起读二专的同学在blog上怀念当初读二专时的生活，觉得还是有必要感慨一下的。

记得大一那年，从无锡校区的布告栏中看到可以修读第二专业的消息时，内心的第一反应是到时候毕业可以拿双学位了，瓦嘎嘎，多爽啊（后来事实令人大失所望）。可能是觉得自己还有点business sense吧，就报了金融学（记得当初还咨询了高数老师，可爱的陈老头在我面前发表了一通激情四溢的演讲，说华师大的金融是上海滩上最好的）。就当它是最好的吧，大二那年，我开始了为期整整3年的单休日生活，每周日都要去华师大读一天书。随着时间的推移，金融班从一开始的200多人锐减到最后的40多人，当中有好多人都因为各种各样的原因放弃了，而本人就坚持到了最后，现在想想自己真有毅力啊，赞一记！

虽然每周日的早晨对我来说无比痛苦（especially in winter），但是现在想来，也是蛮值得留恋的。认识了很多同学，多数还是本校的；每个老师的上课风格都不一样，有语速很快根本听不清楚在讲什么的老师，也有语速很慢声音超级催眠的老师，我印象最深的是有两个华政的女生，几乎每次上课都坐第一排，手里还那个貌似录音笔的冬冬，将老师上课讲的记录下来，下课休息的时候再誊到笔记本上，如此认真的学生，将来不当金融大鳄真是可惜了。虽然没有人家那么认真，但是每次的考试偶还是能够通过的，其中也动了不少小脑筋，不过这可是高度机密，只有当事人才知道。不知道华师大的西餐厅还在不在，记得那时在厌倦了食堂的饭菜后去那里吃过几次，不过那里的猪排可是一次比一次小...丽娃河畔永远有那么多的情侣，谁让爱在华师大呢，想到我们松江校区常常是几百步之内看不到一个人影，这就是差距啊～～

好吧，就感慨到这里，以后再补充。