I don't know whether the ending hours of one day is always sprouting things that promise inception or some kind of resurrection--I don't mean any religious.  Just like somebody who had lost mind in former passions suddenly finds himself surmerged in evacuating self-entertainment, I decide to pick up my space before it is left untouched eventually, although intact in some degree.

 

But it is the night, when all the discussions are settled down, all the divergence hides itself into temporary hibernation. So, with my retarded mind, no sparkling word could ever be imagined or expected. More natural if it may appear, more relaxed the viewer if they want to feel, so as to the conductors.

 

I change my nick name today, from the former blanket to the current sentence. That is not a long story, nothing complicated to say or meaningful to indicate. Space here is not a avant-garde picture which is doomed to be talored into the known reputation of the director.  If some globally distinguished Italian movie makers (or you can imagine these guys to be German, French, some Europeans other than Hollywood)--or whom some critics publicized as the nortorious--make a detailed discreption of the leading character when he murmurs some lines the moment he lifts up his coffee cup around his lips, bucks of critics or movie chasers would discuss the meaning beneath this detailed behavior. That is how some art is initiated and developed. Forgive me, I am not a generally blind critic, or cynic. Reasons are still far from extinction. So for safe consideration, or rather the conformity to my long rooted behavior, I dare not to make my personal space page to links with any meaningful promotion. It is just itself, some reflection from myself, some observation for yourself, another potential communication for ourselves. Cliche can be stuffing words. So I go along.

 

Okay, let get back to the potentially lingering continuation from the issue concerning what on earth happened after I change my nick, if I do mean to allow the cliche agrandize its colony. Well, I could conclude the aftermath with much shorter answer: nothing. By now you can figure out what I am saying. Yes, there indeed something happening and that might be the reason, all of which could be tracked back to one word: boredom.

 

In light of the deepening night, I would like to leave this unfinished issue to the next update. I hope this could be much smoother than the previous one, a delayed promise spanning from Oct. 2006 to Aug.2007 before fulfilled. It is a time when everyone are masters of tricks to involved themselves into boredom network once left unoccupied. Therefore, the possibilities for a quicker action is largely increased.

 

Words will smell much more normal when you see them next time. A gentleman psycho will promise then.