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Friday, February 6, 2009

a looming day

today its gloomy, the sun missed its clearness and brilliance. i still in

the wildering of new bonus from my superficial employer, QRRS, totally

amounted to ï¿¥7060 around the lunar new year, including yesterday's ï¿¥200.

with it i already purchased a notebook and a FujiFilm camera, both let me

felt completed. this time i will buy myself *a pare of shoes*. its just too

in time, exactly yesterday i found my old shoe on *right foot*, offered by

the grandma of my baby several years ago, leaking on the outer side. i never

budgeted for a new shoes, but now i know my girl, zhou, urged me to replace

it with hers'. *God*, u know how i want a life with my bride and pride, girl

zhou, at once, right this time. i had waited for it too long. the only

compensation, my baby son and my God, grows sound and fit, i just too

thirsty for beauty in ur universe.

today its a high sensitive day. dirties around me restlessly attempted to

challenge me, or ignite me to avoid them. the place of my office has turned

into a rubbish bin or *waste underground*. i saw their corps before i can

see their ghosts. God let me see the passing and the dead. today also a day

for mourning, a day of grief. sins around gathered and desperate. my baby

son bleeding in his nose last night and today still a bit stuffed, and i

constantly felt lacking interests to accompany him to play pc games as

usual. and i also felt hatred from *folks in my home town*, upon my innocent

acquaintance. quite some young men there lost balance and hast to leave

school to make money remote in south China. the labor market in nowadays

China just too perished. i see these transit no bliss. its a pale day, and

the road still icy even the dirty remnant of snow melting. i again went

without *my new camera* in hand for lack of incentive. i deeply love to

post every blog entry with a picture in it. i love seeing. ok, bye now. i

wrote here for appeal to my girl, zhou, for her gifts, and sympathy to her

need to live a famiy with me with our babies. we at least have a son and a

daughter. u r sure in seasons, and live in pendent upon me, ur man and

husband. i hope *God* not let it too painful nor let it lasting too long.

missing u *in heaven*.

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