beautiful weekends. ^ last weekends sees growth of my son's dexterity and mental strength. he cried twice for burden too heavily under limelight when we played badminton in southern park near his mom's house, where herd of leisure people gathered in sunset. I told him be strong, and also saw my space to train his sports like badminton. his mom more and more bitter in losing and revenge, turns more insane against my reunion with my son. but not all starry scenes below us. last dusk a tall man, a gay dog, approached us when my son finished badminton with me and rest along the tablet for lost Chinese against Japan's invasion half century ago, trying babble with us while his real intention is to profane my son, by almost facing my son directly like a seasonal bitch. we didn't welcome him and least replied him who brag his grandson's badminton skill trained by him. my son later had to climb to higher rim of the tablet to shift the bitch's dirt. we made friends among kids there played and sometimes played with us. God, these days I determined to accept cloudy days as blessing. God, dad, u show me the bliss affirmatively in last night's drizzle, after a cloudy afternoon. God, dad, thx so much. free my Royal China humiliation, keep us intact among insane PRC. God, dad, clearer is see our promised future, esp upon new land of Japan and China here and upper. God, this sunny morning means so much in our positive.