Today I got up at seven. Today is the last day in Sydney. I feel happy I can have the hundredth miracle morning in lovely Sydney.
I have dreams. I’d like to live with a partner in Minato Ward. I don’t have to work for living any more. I work for enjoying my life. I often stay in a high-grade hotel and I don’t have to worry money.
My dreams have come true yet. But I don’t know what difference I have from the rich. I guess I still get a lot of fat on my stomach. The rich don’t get fat on their body. I haven’t carried out diet.
I guess I easily give up my dreams. I’m all talk and no action.
First of all, I don’t believe myself, I think.
My Second Life 