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Saturday, August 19, 2017

out of rainy and climax of summer 2017.

this is a sunny morning. I put my quilt outside for sunburn, while
since workload I preparing for coming salary. this month I borrowed
near ¥800 from dorm canteen. and the operative woman urged me to
return my debt more for they are in urgency to make use of it. I tried
once to contact my elder sister for aid but so far didn't connect
successfully. last Wednesday after I made full backup of zhone
publication online, I walked to visit my son midnight, in pains of not
attend him so long in my solitary, against risk of unhealthy tendency
the dark world trying assert on him. my son calm heard my fear and
soundly chose maintain our current life unchanged, except my purposed
new weekend reunion once a week, from 2 visits weekly. its the first
new routine in place and now I still penniless. in the week the dorm
lan administrative attempted to bring down my vpn and in 2 days I
barely surfing freedom web. so I prepared for harshed surveillance,
installing windows client which more robust and workable as new hub of
connectivities. God, dad, I'm in such a pitiful situation that I
totally under your mercy. help us and ensure our ward free web. this
week passed smoothly, lest my bothering of looking out for my son's
presence, except now when I waiting for financial support to fetch him
for monthly reunion in my dorm. dad God, sinking PRC step by step
tighten rein over overseas purchase, among which my domain investment
endangered for our registrar chosen godaddy against PRC's lawless
tyrant seizure. now they put alipay and tenpay, Chinese most domineer
online payment tools, under its account, not only for monetary profit
but also for its political advantage. my 21 domain renewal also
heavier burden in shrinking civilian income nowadays PRC. dad,
whatever is its fate with my namespace accompanies me decade, I choose
abide with your putting me on the holy road of commitment and joys.
dad God, 2017 summer now turns drier and crisp, golden moment in
northeastern China under siberia. God dad, my job and agenda fulfilled
so well that I linger here with thankfulness. guide me with larger
target and brighter goal in time for achievement brought out by our
endeavors already, esp by my son, woz's. in weeks he will step into
his junior middle school. in less promising PRC education system, what
I can expect him out of rat race among cheap young Chinese? dad God,
cater to him, Hope of China, to expertise of academy and physical
skills. his video game skill quite considerable adequate, while his
eyesight suffers. protect him from aimless and tasteless. thx, Father.