Lei's mind

details. I have all these half-remembered little details. Like a curve in the very edge of a wooden yellow gold bed, and shapes in the curtains the lights make at night when you can't seem to fall asleep. I also remember unnerving silences, and, consequently, words or phrases that repeat and repeat in a loop in my head on fine mornings... also odd insignificant gestures....like when this guy in this planet was simultaneously idling about and dancing a bit. His feet were apart, bent, and he made this smooth movement of putting his arms over his head while swinging his waist.... he just wanted to stretch but he did it so unnecessarily gracefully and flamboyantly. I remember having the feelings of wanting to break his back that time. I think I still do, because he's cursed my mind to keep that memory of a stranger's movement. Over the course of time, it's grown lovelier as an idea, but I think my mind has subconsciously shaped it into a more favourable, acceptable memory. I also like taking pictures of people, but looking at them again, I can't decide whether these photos are dreams or real, because I can't recall taking certain pictures. I remember 2 years ago(?), I found a picture of Meygan in my collection (click!). It had just the right timing and expression, but I couldn't remember at all when and if I even took that photo. I also always think about people I've met (I never forget people I meet) and their little quirks and I come to realize and learn why they're like that... and then I compare them to me, who's disturbed over his identity.

My mind seems to be a little museum of photos with different little things, where all the people I know gather and talk to each other.

A strange Zonvelf

Hmmm. Zonvelf's been acting strange since a few days ago. He's been bumping into walls and posts and Jan says he's been going inside the wrong rooms in House C lately. He also said that he ends up spacing out when they're taking care of the props and discussing the crime story of House C. And while we were gossiping about Zonvelf during lunch, he didn't seem to notice. Hahahaha what's that idiot doing?

Churika

I've had numerous parents in my time. There was Master Draco, Uncle Jackfruit, Lady Helga, Mister Aesop, Great Pelagia, Scholar Agape... They were the ones who took care of me for more than 4 months. Ooh! There's also my Grandpa, quote and unquote Master Pantaleon. Wooot! That name. Anyway, of course, out of all of them my only parent is Churika. Because my father claims that he is dead, so I hear. Anyway, Churika and I are tight. She tells me things I ask...of course, I don't actually ask a lot. But then she blabs a lot, but I tend to zone out and miss most of what she says. I'm big in the whole easily distracted thing.  She doesn't seem to mind that, though. She likes to hear herself speak rather then being heard. It helps her keep up with herself. And there were many occasions when she cried, and I just comforted her (She's a crybaby if you know the right words to set them waterworks off).... I actually prefer those moments because it involved very little of speaking. I'd rather rely on the whole behaviour-reading and instinct acting thing. There's a planet like that in some galaxy and I really like that. Maybe I'll try to steal that planet someday. Anyway, yeah. We're good. Of course she does drop me off a lot, but at least she doesn't completely abandoned me. I'm not really clear on my bitterness toward that. I think I got over it two years ago... At least the weird journey of self-discovery did something good, right? Riiight. Last I saw her was.......... uhhh.... The play last year? Yeah, she was all "That's my boy, that's my boy" wiping my saliva off my mouth kind of thing and ruffling my hair. She's actually tall, like almost 5'9. Not that that's relevant...

oh right, I'm going to say the reason why I call her Churika instead of "mother dearest". It's because she's also my sister. Of course, that was a most appalling sentence that I shall reveal it's true nature to be that of a joke. She's my mother dearest. I actually call her mom, mommy, mother and such on rare occasions. Anyway, so we travel a lot and a lot of people know her. And when she suddenly disappears without warning (she always disappears with warning for me), I'd ask people around me where my mommy was. They'd ask me who my mommy was and when I answer Churika, they wouldn't believe me. (The only trait I got from is the curliness of her hair) So! I just went and called her Churika...I was younger back then so I got used to it.

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so, moneeeey!

I actually have a bank with lots of money there. Churika says it's inheritance from when my father died, but who knows, you know? Maybe she lied and she just actually stole those money and put it all in a bank. Or something. I mean, she's always telling me how my father was actually rich, but there's something off about that.............. so I refuse to believe. it's just a bank with lots of money for me, anyway. I can't access it all the time, so I work from time to time. And sometimes Churika sends money. I guess I'm generally secured when it comes to financial stuff.