February 11th Wednesday 2009 (二月 十一日 水曜日)

   My a friend told me that the Spring is coming.  Time always escaped when you ignored of it.  One month in this year was past.  And
the second month is running out, now.  I will be thirty-three year.  I am still single.  When I can find out my male?  When I can get
marry?  Perhaps, I ought to determind what woman I want.

  The reality is so cruel that we have to choose our male based on the money.  It is so unlucky.