Tuesday, 30 March 2010


Haha. One little computer game and SO much creative passion behind it... :D


PS. On a related subject, I saw my ex in town. He ignored me or genuinely failed to recotnize me, but either way, I was in such a good mood, singing along to Siddharta's War of Ideas, that I was totally ready to say to him: "Say Good day, Bor; how did you mother teach you?" and smile. The event didn't chip a single good feeling off me. At all.
           There was nothing attractive about him. He's a middle aged dried-out scarecrow with wattery eyes and ugly hands. Whatever lense my heart held between us to make him seem so lovely once, is long retired.