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Sunday, April 9, 2017

hope the violent lesson remembered.

dreamt first shared dorm with an once QRRS colleague who is a
photographer. he is a gay in dream and spying me. anything of him will
convey gay sensation when I touch them. then dream in a TV cuisine
competition. I was a candidate and my dish too slippery to stand
vegetables in decoration. I was in hurry and failed many times. then
once my boss, QRRS cable TV chief editorial who died in mid age,
pointed out the cause impersonally. when I almost gave up my works, I
woke up and in anxious of visiting my son weekend on time. last week
is a strange week testifying relation of my son woz and me, his dad.
on Monday which also in lunar Mourning holiday we booked cinema as
usual together. that had been shifted a day for all PRC people
gathering 3 days holiday and adjust a weekend for workday. the
disgusting convenience chasing hobby humiliates meaning of week from
bible, unlike US holidays. when I went over in time to fetch my son to
cinema, he was absent while his mom tutored some students there as
usual. I waited half hour till time didn't permit waiting. I buzzed
the grandma who is really an old fox, stubborn and canning, evasive
when I ordered her sent my son to cinema directly. my son already told
me he will be totally free when we booked tickets together. so my son
forgot his timetable or his sinful mom or grandma tentatively assigned
my son's occupation with his pointless art class. when I arrived
cinema and buzzed the grandma again, she still trying selling my son
to postpone the movie. my son wanted to talk to me, but my rages out
of control and I yelled him to come over at once. when they arrived, I
at once beat my son while the grandma repeated that I was insane. I
beat my son before the movie and during movie, we didn't exchange
anything while our back seat trying closer to us to tease us, likely
official surveillance. on way to lunch out, I beat my son again for
disappointed, for his unable to administrate his life on his own. I
scorned and beat him during lunch. after returned to his mom's house,
I fetched my missed a day dirty clothes after shower and left without
entering the house. after I settled in dorm, my kid brother who almost
blacklisted my phone, called in. he was informed by my son's mom or
grandma that my violence can bring me into asylum again if I exert it
again on my son. I laughed and told him that they can do anything as
they will, I'm not feared. my brother claim I turning odd, and I
shouldn't push my son so hard to American for here in China I should
abide with its situation. I replied that is two way to learn after
America, one way sending out richer Chinese to US, another way is
bring US to China. in coming most of the week, my son kept muted when
I buzzed him and sms him. I shifted our new Chinese phone from fiber
optic internet bundle to him at the end of lunch and he promised will
keep mobile reachable like an adult. even in the week I urgent to add
backup phone to our 2 godaddy accounts. after 3 days including failed
contacted godaddy support, I got thing done with synced sms log via
ifttt I previously setup on the phone. on Saturday I lingered on bed
lately to avoid boring and hard choice if I visit my son as usual.
then my son sent me sms of verification code his phone received and I
asked to transfer to me but denied times. I replied immediately things
done and asked if shower on Sunday as planned or plan B. my son didn't
response me graciously. I soon decided to visit him. it's noon. I
visited dorm canteen to fetch my washed clothes there, and borrow
another ¥200 for gathering my son in dinning out together. when I
entered the house, my son's mom blocked the door and asked in what
privilege I frequent there. I didn't reply and evade her into visit my
son in his bedroom where he practicing e-piano. after they left for
music class his mom arranged, I sorted my son's nexus in English
podcast's companion. after they returned I tried awhile video game
then my son dined out with me. now I can say storm of separation
dissolved with consent of my son's once under performance. he should
be more independent, out of childish custody. God, dad, Friday night
drizzle blessed us. now shinny morning sunshine covers my concerns
with triumph. bring me sooner my Royal China, my Crowned Queen from
Japan, Asoh Yukiko. bring our better life in reach. grant us financial
independent to broaden our cyberspace investment. allow us buy stylish
pants with mobile pockets, and a camera for my desktop computer. pl
resume my visa card and its credit limit sooner. thx God dad for all
these years' affirmative.