As days grow into weeks, and weeks grow into months, I start missing a lot of things. Regulation and anti-tobaco rules being part of them. The smoke is what is keeping me from enjoying a calm afternoon inside the darkness of the netcafe with a fresh frappe. I could be outside, enjoying the early sunny days of springs, but I'm more attracted to the shadowed and cold enviroments like a bat, and the brightness of LCD screens like a moth.
There're lots of photos yet to be sorted, named and described in my album, still a lot more to be uploaded. It needs to be fixed, yes, especially when you find out at least six of your photos are the most voted ones in the front pages, being beaten by a single photo of a cat.
The thesis project keeps moving on. Slower than I had hoped for, but that's something I need to deal with by myself, since it's way too easy for my mind to drift to Wonderland every now and then. My game design document is incomplete, yet satisfatory so far. A game interface is being arranged, along with some sketches. Soon, I may introduce you to one of the characters found ingame.
Meanwhile, sharing the house with a brazilian wannabe singer and a asian-british guy who insists in annihilating my american english accent (NEVER!) has proven to be an interesting experiment. Also interesting were my attempts to acquire slowpoke styled and free internet from unware neighbours using a wifi antenna, 5m long USB cable, duct-tape and tin foil cake forms. I could go further and get better quality Internet by cracking down the poor WEP protected networks, but I'm not a penguim.
Equally interesting was my first try at making a real cake using a oven, and not a microwave (remember the 5 minute chocolate cake fad?), with the asian-british gentleman supervising me:
Me: "Ok, flour, sugar... I think I'm forgetting something, but I'm not sure what..."
Him: ":D"
Me: "Seriously, I can't remember. It was... oil, I think?"
Him: ":D"
Me: "I think it was oil, but I don't know how much. Help?"
Him: ":D"
Me: "I hate you."
My greek vocabulary grows slowly everyday. At the lack of words, I avoid resorting to the english language, and use drawings. It's been a slightly successful process. And I need to learn how to say "Please, SHUT UP you little wh*@$&" whenever I'm taking the bus.
Meanwhile, Spring Break has begun around these parts, and they say Athens will be invaded by a short malicious personage next week. Beware.
Time to beat the cat!
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