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Pet Diaries: Dog vs. Cat...
The Dog's Diary:
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
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The Cat's Diary:
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Jerks!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.

今天一个“小”朋友过生日，21岁! 年轻的让我想打她的屁股！！！很高兴能被邀请去吃蛋糕和啖零食，所以6点准时赴会。party是在她的一个好朋友住的宿舍准备的，到了之后，发现有个深深浅浅的紫色奶油长方形的小蛋糕上插着21根蓝色的蜡烛。根据一个美国女孩子妈妈说的话，如果寿星女不能一口气把蜡烛吹灭的话，未灭的蜡烛将预示她将来孩子的个数。非常不幸，Gloria大吹了三次才把全部的蜡烛灭掉。不止她将来会否有个“篮球队”了？

21岁对很多美国人来说是非常特别的一个生日，因为在这一天他们可以畅快地买酒，喝酒而不受任何法律条文的限制了。一个对饮酒年龄限制的法律条文对我而言是无法想象也不可理解的。在看过很多疯狂的大学本科生的party（或照片）以后，我就可以理解为什么大家在21岁生日的时候一定要喝醉，不醉不休！但也越发不明白为什么美国还要制定这样的一个法律，这难道不是在挑战青少年的叛逆极限吗？所以我们可以看到在super bad 里，有高中生不惜花上百美元去做假身份证来买酒，或者贿赂年长的朋友/同学去买酒！！虽然不是学法的，不过真觉得这条法律没有必要呢！当然，Gloria的生日没有酒，因为酒对一个中国学生而言是再普通不过的事情了，而且也不会产生过大的兴趣了。

“喝酒”对大多数的美国学生而言是一件似乎很值得炫耀的事情，我的中文课学生们常常造和酒有关的句子， 什么“因为我上个星期喝了很多的酒，所以我周一没有去上课。”--他们是为了喝酒而喝酒。 如果是我们中国学生谈喝酒，我相信更多是因为和朋友，姐妹儿或哥们之间的互动交流，相约聊天；我们是为了碰面，说说话，聊聊天而对饮。对我们来说自然平常的事情他们觉得是大事。在日常的生活里，似乎任何东西一加设限就有了让人想“突破”的感觉和冲动，或是让人产生一些主观的假象。说到这里，我不由得要对国内的媒体透明度小小抱怨！我们为什么要阻止西方媒体进入西藏呢？本来就是西藏少数独立分子在谋叛乱，谋分裂，大多数的国民眼睛还是很雪亮的呀！！我们就是该让西方的记者去访问访问这样的路边行人，而不是那些在精神上完全从属于达赖的喇嘛呀！！！结果不少喇嘛都在设限采访时故意黑了我们！！让政府很难堪呢！！！如果再这样遮遮掩掩的，本来是我们的理由全都给那些可恶的西方媒体大肆渲染了！！！！

这让我不由得又联想起了一些西方人和大多西方媒体对我们中国的奥运会，以及西藏地区的报道。对我们中国人来说，西藏的事宜就是我们自己国家里的事，不知道为什么他们那么“不怀好意”地关心？借着我们的西藏问题来打他们意图对中国的进行政治压迫的牌！！公正客观？？！！是人做的/说的就不会客观！！！客观的只有被点燃了的商店，被砍伤了无辜的民众，被死亡带走了的灵魂！！！媒体眼里，只有抓住了观众的眼睛的图片才是“好”图片，刺激了他们的耳朵的字眼才是“好”字眼。可恶！！

今天没有喝酒！

爱情可以是一个人的事，但是婚姻，幸福的婚姻必须是两个人的共同经营。