this PRC national day and lunar mid-autumn day holiday is busy for me, with aid of my sisters at hometown: I renew due domains, esp woz.fm on newly adopted registrar whose price more transparent and reasonable. God, help the business booming and grounded more consolidated, in an ere of digital universe and democratic sonorously voices. put us firm on the emerging eastern Asia territory.
holding some intelligent properties like our 21 domains turns biting burden in shrinking PRC economy, in which the society and people turns more and more poorer, contrary to democratic world proceeding: growing middle class and richer social exchange and expanding market. still we have faith to cope the hardness, in holy bliss and new growing audience of my web publish sharpening futuristic vision against clouds.
in review I promised my son, woz, our zhone business in steady booming, as my writing here sustained near a decade. however, recently I rest and silenced weeks. it's just too many joys in our earth life celebrating blisses and growth of holy commitment. God, grant us source of arbitrary and plenty of conscious sphere.
a new Monday morning in autumn sunshine now. I hardly blogging for my another task, restore exported agenda from remember the milk site urgent for me to complete. after research its founders, I felt I'd better adopted another competing service to do that, maintain my tasks clouds. last night after skimming the data, so many memories re-enlivened, esp my efforts to improve my son's living standard aid by credit whose debt I still pay back diligently.
a sinister dream after morning getting up. however, its a most brilliant sunny morning in the month. so many hatred in my living sphere. when is my authority for cleanse? when is time for remove death seeking insects and flies? yes, dad God, I see the promise that polishes my rule unshiftable, unbearable for the sinking sins.
its so vivid with bill gates' interview in dawn dream. he kept introducing his work and I sometimes felt my son beside me. last night there was thunderstorm. but this morning ground gathered less rains. internet warded in 2 days, forced me adopted desktop client, that's all menace.
recently frequent saw soulless young hooligans alike lingered in QRRS dorm canteen. last dusk I decided gave it a try to be grounded. God, dad, PRC police office just neighbors the dorm, while recently they pull out all their wagons previously occupied the dorm space. it signifies cooperation between PRC authority and local mafia against my community?
I don't know why it's so sleepy in the morning, and why I risk so lot of missing wonderfuls into mindless void. I napped after breakfast till noon and gave up lunch in dorm canteen. however, my sober resuming now. God, I trusted my son's health in your mercy. bring our glorious presence more delightful.
first time a dream hinders me from breakfast. I dreamt with my camera passed by the family of my mom's niece and life friend, a Mei. their mop offspring trying playing with my camera. strangely the only couple with which I attached as relatives, didn't appear. my parents also didn't let me know in dream.
glad again a salary day with bare workload. in next month my credit debt to bankcomm will clear. I can't wait to see it. in 2 years I will survive the credit crisis, and clean life penniless. God dad, will my investment also survive the draining poverty in PRC and barking dog machine, esp my brainstorm namespace? God, attach me those diamonds I dauntless mined with youth.
