Be Proud

In this world, one another unique life.

Character Design: Isaya

How does she look like? Well, let me recall how she looked like, it’s been a while since she came down this corner of the city…

L9, Part 1

As I enter the fantasy, I feel the sky-blue sparks dashing around my body, carefully zapping at my nerves as if they are checking if they all still function. Senses soon come back to life, and I realize that I must be dreaming or I have lost myself in a pastel-tone madness. It is all… unreal, too distant from what everything should feel like. The mineral scent of emerald green fills my nostrils, too much like that of a crayon. My skin feels the gentle breeze of an electric spring, or perhaps the soft breath of a heartfelt statistics sheet about a distant fairy land. With the wind, the taste of simple satisfaction smothered with rationalized hope crawls up my tongue, so cloyingly sweet. I lift my eyelids, and the piercing spikes of custard-yellow sunlight shatter through the spotless sky and emblazen themselves on my optical receptors. First, my attention is stolen to the sun in the sky that explodes in its white brightness, but I soon lower my eyes to the green ocean of trees, tiding loudly along the wind. Their leaves are so young and unscarred, they appear almost transparent to me. With their tides and bristles, they sing a calculated chorus to my ears, talking about joyful secrets that my mind is yet too tired to comprehend.

Gazing at the coordinated choreography of this emerald forest, danced with a thousand crystal woods and a storm of programmed butterflies, I breathe in the arcadia that was hidden deeply within my own heart and accept it.

This is what I feel.

So, I have a digital camera.

Today was awesome. It finally stopped raining. So I took my camera, went around the city and took me some pictures. Though I didn’t get the pictures of Elizabethkirche or the castle, because my batteries died out pretty quicklier than I expected them to…

Names, Memory, and Sorry, what was your name again?

You know, at first I thought I was just dumb. Now I think it’s become an actual problem.

For some reason, now I find myself to be just utterly incapable of memorizing people’s names. And not just that, I think I’m failing to memorize words associated with concepts. In my language course class I’ve been attending for 6 weeks, I only remember names of two people; and that’s because one speaks Korean and one is an American hippie (sorry, I think you are a decent person, but your hair is just…). I eat out often, and I only managed to memorize the name of that one place right across the railway st- no, I didn’t, Antep Sofrasi is somewhere else. And new vocabulary isn’t just staying in my head.

What the hell’s going on? Is my brain deteriorating? Denial of reality? Laziness? Carelessness? Blargh!