The moment I became an adult It seems that girls trend to fall in love with the boy which all other girls like as well. I liked a boy who was handsome, fashional, and sing very well. And of course, other girls liked him too. But the interesting thing is that we seemed never mind the fact that we shared the same guy, instead, we had always been enjoying talking about how his smile was attractive. I loved him until senior high school. Then, one day, another boy moved to our class in the 3rd grade. I remember the day he was taken into the classroom, he smiled like a brigand. He talked very loudly about how he fighted with other boys in his old school. Even though his seat was next me on my left side but I had never shown my concern to him. I didn't like him until one day my friend showed me an article he wrote. I have forgotten the detail, but I remember it was very sensitive and beautiful. I was shocked and couldn't imagine those words came from this rude man. After then I had read more his articles. I still hadn't talked to him and it seemed that he didn't talk to me either. One day, He was asked to share his answer of math homework in the math class. Everyone looked at him and he just stood there very ambarrassedly. Apparently, he hadn't done his homework. I heard his conversation with other guys before that he was very bad at math. Then without thinking anything, I threw my homework on his desk very quickly. He then read my answer and sit down. I thought nobody saw, but of course I was wrong, including my teacher, everyone had seen that. My heart beat quickly and my face blushed. I still can't explain why I did that at that moment. The other day, my pen dropped on the floor and no ink came out. I tried to repair it. He saw that and asked if he can help. I hesitated one second then gave my pen to him. A while later, he said it's OK with a smile. I saw his teeth were black full of ink. He used his mouth to repair my pen! Suddenly, my heart was touched by something. His mouth was black but his smile was so shiny and warm. At that moment I realized this guy was a good person. At that moment I realized people cannot be judged by his looks. Also, at that moment I fell in love with him. When you were a little girl, you were attracted by appearance, but when you became a woman, you were attracted by heart.

What made me interested in Japan? A friend on itolki asked me what made me interested in Japan. I thought I have a long story to tell. You probably know that China and Japan had a longlasting war from 1931 to 1945 which was a party of The Second World War. We battled very hard and almost lost it, but then American dropped two atomic bombs into Hiroshima and Nagasaki which forced Japan to surrender quickly and have saved my country from hell. Due to the war, we hated Japan. But later we were surprised by their economic development after the war. When I became a high school student I started confusing how they can do that if they are all such bad people? So I chose Japanese as my major at the university in order to solve my confusion. I learned the language and the cultures. I read Japanese books and talked to Japanese people directly and found that both our countries share so many familiar cultures and customs which could have made us be friends, not enemies. I’m not saying these war things are forgivable. But I hope we can compete in a different and healthy way, not by hurting the people’s feelings or by opening the miserable memories again and again. Now I’m living in Japan, I like this country and the people. As for politics, it’s not our business I think.

Women and high heels Does any man know how exactly women feel when they are wearing high heels? Believe me, it's not as good as you see. There is nothing about sexy or happiness. We are just struggling. I have always been troubled by high heels. I remember when I was a little girl, I usually tried to put my little feet into mother's high heels when she was not at home. They were too big for me but I enjoyed walking around and around in my room and imagining that I was a beautiful delicate lady waiting for a handsome man on a horse of white. I thought when I grow up, I will wear them every day. But the truth is they have never failed to hurt me. Last night, I went to the department to buy some shoes. My eyes were attracted by the high heels corner and couldn't help myself to have tried a few pairs. Then I wondered why am I still trying to fit them after so much blood? I will never try the one over 3cm's height! Oh, why they are looking so beautiful but wearing so uncomfortable!?