holy stream floats my palace. 神泉扶明宫。
a determined mind.
under God's shine after i broke heart for a girl collegian, devoted to reclaim my vested kingdom of China from my ancestor with glory.
dreamt of survival training. in backyard of university, with my alumni entered a wasteland when we tried hard to search water, food and resolve puzzles. Chen Xinjian singled out hiding in a shelter and made progress in philosophical readings. a strange classmate used his flag language communicated with a far end mountain and found rescue. an elder shitted on my shirt as trick so I had to accept harmlessly. then we found breakthrough to escape the wasteland and back to dorm area in the campus. then dreamt again trapped and a teacher taught mathematics. gradually I felt hard to follow and asked classmate to help but didn't work. most of alumni have difficulties but some brilliant minds grasping. I felt so frustrating and woke up. these days waiting for my second intel nuc, after successfully installed first one painlessly. I just feel insatiably upon computing portable, and I can make my research double profits with copying first triumph. this one much expensive with more powerful cpu, more ram and ssd. its price almost triple as the first one, but I hope I can try some old games on it besides heavy office tasks. credit issuer bank friendly didn't warn me of over-withdrawal, likely year end bonus in its anticipation same as mine. with the order I previously shifted my first nuc to my son's usage, shown him how is home building step by step, rather than his mom's pure poverty in decades, when nothing improved in home hospitality, only bare shabby table and stools for her prey, her class students summoned forth for homework and tutorial with charging years by years. my son's mom's mindset is Islamic, torment, zero accumulation but scattered predating. their life just means killing for living, never planned, systematically social gathering and distribution, no progress in pattern learning and integration, this render her tuition always screams like kids. she indeed these years treats my son and me like pupils, scorns, rages, etc. unstable emotional, like nowadays Arab on world stage. she is a terrorist indeed, a muslim in guise. with mounting digital gears in 2015, I hopefully taught my son Christian world of progressive innovation, holy plentiness, and constant building with cherish and self-esteem. God instills mercy among us, urges sustaining before change. God teaches obedience and dignity in every common person. with merit of inheriting, our society grows and enrichs.
God, dad, pl bring me sooner my Royal China to sustain the momentum China gains since Ming Dynasty under my ancestor. bring me new family to cultivate flourish forest. thx for message in this blog, and grant us financial capacity to have a joyful new year within months.