Red Shadow in the Swamp

You know you're addicted to Monster Hunter Freedom 2 when...

1. You turn down going to a party because you have to hunt a Rathalos.
2. You make lists of total items you need to gather to finish making your Blango U armor set.
3. You wonder why your cat wont take your food order.
4. You go to Red Lobster and order the Ultimate Crab Dinner expecting Daimyo Hermitaur.
5. You try to make fishing nets out of spiderwebs and ivy.
6. You think having enough Ninja decorations will allow to sneak around the house more easily.
7. You plant Large Barrel Bombs in front of your house in case of a Lao-Shan attack.
8. You try to give tickets to vertically-challenged elders expecting rare items in return.
9. You carry sonic bombs on you when you go swimming.
10. You dress your dog in a watermelon suit and call it "Piggy".

Departing to hunt a khezu,
~Chiko!

Happy Holidays

A blizzard be upon us, or at least one heck of a storm. For all you kiddies who wish for a white holiday, I think you shall get that after all. The snow is falling quick and heavy enough that by the time I reach the end of the driveway, I practically have to start all over again. There is also the annoying brother who finds joy in jumping amongst the snow berms now piled sky high at the side of our driveway. The shovels full tumbling back down taunt that the path I cleared was completely in vain. The wind is just absurd, whisking the crisp snowflakes in currents through the air. Not to mention the snowplows have yet to show their grimacing faces down my street, leaving the driving conditions less than favorable.

With that said, I would like wish Happy Holidays to those who consistently, or inconsistently, read my blog. The consumer holiday is upon us in full force. Beware of shopping fanatics with bargainers rage and preachers who argue for Christmas instead of Xmas. If you look at it, Christmas is not so much a religious holiday anymore as it is about shiny new gadgets wrapped in abundance of colorful sheets of paper and fancy ribbons beneath the over-cluttered evergreen tree. For me, I have no personal attachment to either. I could do without the Christmas movie rerun marathons, the overly religious Christmas traditions ,the decorations that swamp and swarm every nook in the house and the caroling tunes which really drill into my brain.

This be less of an intense rant as ones that reign from the previous season, but my not-apparent-to-some irritations remain equivalent. For the time being, only Wizards in Winter is tolerable.

Enjoying the snow day,
~Chiko!

End of the Rainbow

Muffled noises drone in wearily from another room and the music fleeting my speakers is deafened by my empty thoughts. Alas, I have hit the apathy wall. This momentary lack of interest in the world surrounding me collectively results in my somewhat mindless blogging. Without purpose, these words appear intermittently across the page. With quality-control being a pang in the depths of my mind, I digress to consider my options.

1. Assassin's Creed
2. Continue blogging
3. Stare at screen aimlessly
4. Sleep

I'll chance at the prizes lying behind door number two. Oh and it's a winner! But damned it be only an ounce of fools gold, soon to disappear.

Despising leprechauns,
~Chiko...

Assassin's Creed

Oaths of the brotherhood:

1 Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent.
2 Hide in plain sight, let the people mask you such that you become one with the crowd.
3 Never compromise the brotherhood.

Words to live by, Altair. Know them well,
~Chiko.

Advent Calendars

Being the stout atheist that I am, I ate my advent calendar in one night just to make a ironic statement of sorts. I am sorry in advance to those who find this offensive. But I must add, the chocolate was mediocre in taste. On a side note, these advent calendars are made by BalGlobe Fine Foods Inc. Go figure, a cheap chocolate calendar was made by a "fine foods" company.

Not relishing the taste of 24 milk chocolate figurines,
~Chiko >_>

100 Things Meme

I discovered this meme whilst reading Philosophy Over Coffee, and for this list you highlight all the things on this list that you've done in bold.

1. Started my own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than I can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland/world
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sung a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched lightning at sea
14. Taught myself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown my own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitchhiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of my ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught myself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had my portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie (not a famous one, but with friends :D)
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle (guiltily, driven so)
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had my picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
100. Ridden an elephant

27 out of 100... eh, the day's still young.

Conjuring thoughts for a bucket list,
~Chiko...

Orange Pekoe

Care to join me for a cup of tea and some crumpets?

The changes I have decided upon compel me to go to a small Bistro with some old parchment and write stories and poetic lyrics while sipping a cup of tea and munching on a tasty sandwich.

Reclining to take more suitable modifications,
~Chiko.

Intergalactic Audio Surfer

Intergalactic Audio Surfer,

Shooting the aliens between the planets.
Starting to fall now, bringing them right down.
Flying too fast, zoom through the old town.
Dodging the bright stars, resonate a crisp sound.
Sun's starting to rise. Give it awhile.
Miracle magic.
Travel the universe.
My intergalactic audio surfer.

Just Thinking of You

Just think, somewhere in the world,
He's listening to the same song on the radio.
The Kings of Leon singing their solemn melody.

But maybe not.

Just think, somewhere in the world,
He's watching the same episode on the computer.
Spike and The Bebop searching the galaxy for criminals.

But maybe not.

Just think, somewhere in the world,
He's staring out the window just the same.
Under the night sky cars drive by.

But maybe not.

Just think, somewhere in the world,
He's writing these same words across the page.
"Darling I miss you, won't you please come home?"

Or maybe it's just me.

So just shut up and explode,
~Chiko!!!

Everything Behind The Mask

Mirror mirror on the wall,
I have played a king's fool,
Destined to a fate so cruel.
Who shall be the one to make me fall?
Mirror mirror on the wall,
See this mask upon my face,
Shadowed with a dark disgrace.
Who shall be the one to make me fall?
Mirror mirror on the wall,
To pierce through this black shield,
Which around myself I have sealed.
Who shall be the one to make me fall?
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Surely you do lie,
With an intent quite awry.
Who shall be the one to make me fall?
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Your pieces numbered in the grand,
My mask removed by his left hand.
I hope he shall be the one to make me fall.

Searching for my Xam'd,
~Chiko.

Mirror, Mirror

Hold me face to face with a mirror, changing what you see,
Take a moment to look at what you really think is me.
As the minutes trickle slowly past, going with the flow of time,
You will find yourself staring at a mask which holds this catchy little rhyme.
Gaze at me however long you feel you need,
But realize that the star you wish upon is not really me indeed.
Forget your vision of what you perceived as the me of old,
Look beyond and you will see the tale true told.
For what you search for is yourself.

Do you see whats truly hidden?
~Chiko.

Fox Trot

The inquisitor shall inquire all he likes, but receive no such response. Fathom this a dilemma for you or a dilemma for me. Perhaps the fault falls to the perplexities in the mind. I think not what I think is true, but a delusion of reality. Or perchance further to perceive this as ignorant bliss? Regardless, a dainty fox dances around the punctuation of your tongue that protrudes from the skepticism of your intellect. Seal tight my lips from which utter no font. For what flows free is bound to the confines of the dark matter in this topping.

Riddle me this,
~Chiko?

Let The Bodies Hit The Floor

Tomorrow yields the true dawn of the new season. Lucky me has the pleasure of riding a yellow bus an hours out of town to Hicksville, so to speak. Another year, another dozen bodies that will hit the mat at my expense. What joy is sparked in me at the mere thought of it. This devilish grin you see not upon my face but behind the piercing gaze of my eyes.


I believe this is where I insert maniacal laugh?

Impede this, bitches:
~Chiko!

Always Here

Tucked away from the world in my nook.
In a spot one would never think to look.
Beneath iridescently textured threads.
I sit solemnly all but dead.
Light impeded by these masses.
Alone to think as time passes.
It is dark out there, beyond this place.
Similar to the shadows cast across my face.

Let the music guide you.
Move to the beat.
Turn up the heat.
Just dance, dance, dance.

Commence Operation Evolution I say,
~Chiko...

Forgiveness

The days go by, as my seasons change. I've grown to know when one's heart creates, one's soul does not owe. Time has forged the script that retains these memories. Take my hand and dance with me, spin me a tale that wont smear the ink engraved on these obsolete pages.

Restitution has not come quiet yet, but with one accord I will push forward. I shall be nothing but who I am, for I have cognition of my mind. The incentive appears vague, but the catalyst remains irrelevant. Discard your broken thoughts and affirm this panorama I paint. To disdain is to live in the shadows of reality. Release yourself from the cage, you have wings that will let you fly.

Music is my happiness,
~Chiko.

Shooping Spree

Hi my name is Chiko. It's been 3 minutes and 47 seconds since I last used Photoshop. I am an addict.

Or at least those are the words that would be tumbling off my tongue if I were to attend P.A.(Photoshop Anonymous) meetings. Considering the time spent using this incredible program as of late, I could be called an addict. I prefer to use the title of aspiring designer practicing in her area of expertise (and yes, for those of you who did not know, I am female), but alas I remain guilty.

So with that aside, I made a new banner. Hopefully it will 'outshine' the last. Heh, only true photoshoppers may notice how its radiance just glows. Oh obvious hint is obvious and the joke still lame.

Returning to next weeks' meeting,
~Chiko.

The Hidden

I received today a book. Hours later indulged among its virgin pages, my mind is lost to its size 12 strings of words. I was living so intently in a world not my own, when brought back to reality things seemed amiss. It's a weird feeling, like I have mild amnesia. Phrases spoken in my native language made minimal sense. I am grasping at concepts that should not seem foreign. I look over my shoulder. Author of the Departed Kathlyn Mackel's teal book face down on the desk, the half face and horse silhouette starring unintentionally back at me. The book pleads for me to pick it up and continue absorbing the tale that it weaves with each turn of a page.

With thoughts of charred bodies, missing vets and a mysterious alluring black arabian stallion leading to a man chained in a cave, the shadows beneath my bed deter me from resuming my previous location when reading. The deliverence of riviting insight into the unseen world around us through such an intriguing storyline runs through my head like the horses through the adequetly described Robinson Ranch located at the base of Folly Mountain.

Cantering off into the sunset that my mind paints,
~Chiko.

Blarggity Blargg Blargg!

A busy life makes for time hard pressed to blog. Despite the numerous times a day that I check my own blog, the most progress I produce is an empty stare at this almost monochromatic display page. The fatigue that washes over me at the conclusion of a day also pilfers my desire to write, with this post being an exception.

Postponed till further notice,
~Chiko...

Refurbishing We Go

Alas, I have subjected myself to actually doing some "shooping" for the benefit of this blog. After a bit of renovations, I give you the revamped version of Delusions of Ingenuity!

Constructively Yours,
~Chiko.

Senses Around Me

My mind is as dark and as void as my room is right now with its lights off. Despite the lone back light from my laptop, everything still appears blurred with my lacking motivation to actually focus my sights. Near to my right there is the dull yet consistent hum of my tower as it drones on in its constant state of unrest. Before me is the faint tapping as I type these very words on this familiar program to which I have no particular sentiments. Remaining is only the rhythmic light wisps of breath as my lungs rise and fall in a life long forged pattern. This is what fills my room at this hour of the night. An abstracted mind’s wandering eye gazing upon this room can see how everything has grown to be what it is right now. How each and every single object in my room has a story behind it. When I raise my hand up towards the ceiling, looking past it but observing its shape, its like I’m looking in a mirror at myself, but not just physically. I can see all the heartfelt memories and pain filled scars and the fashioned tales that my hands tell. I can realize how I have changed over the long years. My size, looks, colourings, definitions, even how I view myself. My hands are what make me who I am. How they move and how they react. How steady they are and how they flow with steams of life. As if all the creativity in my entire being flows out through these hands of mine. I can see the power held within, but the control and gentle edge as well. The passion, the rage, the desire to create and the ability to destroy. From the way the skin sits over my bones, veins and muscle to the scars, spots and freckles all make up the adjectives that spice up the story of my life.

I used to hate my hands, but now I love them.
~Chiko.

For You, My Friend

Be it in times as onerous as these,
Where doubt and deceit curdle in thy mind.
Fleeting emotions in thy throat do seize,
A true friend will not be hard sought to find.

Despair does wash over thy dismal face,
And objects of contempt give false allure.
Instead rely on friends tender embrace,
For times of woe are quick fixed by this cure.

Seek not harmful ways to escape the pain,
Ignore the untruth, turn face from judas.
Then you will see only true friends remain,
To stand with thee till tribulations pass.

Give thy trust for on me you can depend,
Through thick and thin this friendship will not end.

Always here,
~Chiko.

Reflection in the Amalgam

As the microorganism floats in seemingly infinite space.
As the sunflower sways in the late summer breeze.
As the butterfly is jostled by the swaying plant.
As the movement catches the attention of a bird swooping down.
As the dozing cat opens a lazy eye to watch the spectacle unfold.
As the laughing child feels the fur covered tail slip through his tiny hand.
As the lurking mother moves to scold her disobedient child.
As the edge of a cliff gives way and cascades across an barren road.
As the mountain overlapping two tectonic plates slowly shifts.
As the clouds drift in the sky to block your view.
This is the world through the looking glass.

Just a small speck compared to this world,
~Chiko.

Five Words That Mean The World

fear - hope - happy - anger - death

To a woman, fear is having the man she loves most leave her.
To a child, hope is wishing his mother might buy him the candy he craves.
To a newly married couple, happy is their first kiss as husband and wife.
To a man, anger is letting the women he loved most walk away from him.
To an atheist, death is the end.

Exercising the imagination,
~Chiko!

Hello Seattle

Fluxing dispositions can possibly catch those around you off guard. As for me, my soul flows with the music that flows through my ears. Seemingly irritable; although I am an old lighthouse, throwing beams of bright lights. Red in the morning, blue in the evening sun. Taken heed from everyone.

Hello Seattle, I am the thoughts at hand,
On the page in your book.

~Chiko

The Music Infects Us

What bizarre tune is this? The venom drips from this beat.

My foot is twitching, and my skin is itching, and I'm not gonna be switching.
These tunes, they got me bouncing. This sound has me announcing.
I'll be dancing, my moves enhancing, just watch me advancing.
Towards you across the dance floor. We be grooving, our skills improving.
This night, we are infected.

It moves through our bones, the vibrations shake the stones.
On the ground, we move our bodies to the sound. So profound.
Don't speak. Just seek, that unique technique you chic dancing freak.
This sensation is a vibe, those feelings you just can't describe.
This night, we are infected.

The music flow through your veins. Up to your brains, where it remains.
Its notes invade. Our moves cascade. No one is afraid where the music's played.
The lights play across the walls. The music flows through these dancing halls.
Don't resist it, I must insist it. Among the grooves and the moves, here we exist.
This night, we are infected.

Let the music fill your soul, just lose control. It's a beat that is so sweet .

Dance the night away with me,
~Chiko o/`

Jitter Bugs

Recently, many late nights have been turning into early mornings. A vicious circle is slowly forming as a result from the caffeine. I find myself fatigued, so I enjoy an energy drink. Hours pass and I am still twitchy, and otherwise filled to the brim with energy. Later that day(after a number of hours of solid sleep), how do I aid my lethargic mind? Why with yet another bottle of POWERTHIRST! The energy drinks for people who need gratuitous amounts of energy.

With the combination of adrenaline from playing exciting video games and the "natural" energy supplements from Jolt, the clock mysteriously jumps from eight at night, to three in the morning in what seems like time actually flew.

I know, and am frequently told, that I have sufficient energy from my endorphins as it is. But those lethal-if-consumed-en-mass-beverages are so irresistible! The sweet taste as the fluid pours over my tongue and rushes past my taste buds, and the surge of sprightliness. Nothing beats an over sized can of Jolt.

I'll try to beat my addiction to sugar, but we'll wait and see what gets the better of me.
Resisting temptation,
~CHIKO!

A Double Dish Of Pwnage

Ten thirty in the morning and the house phone rings again for what seems like the bazillionth time. Surprisingly, it's for me. I pick it up and it's my buddy asking me if I'm going to Toronto with all the guys.

An hour later I find myself out the door and on a Coach Canada bus to the Canadian version of the "Big City".

Turns out Pure Pwnage was premiering their new episode at the Bloor Theater. Not just one episode of pwnage, but two! Double dosage ftw. I participated in the stereotypical fan actions; bought paraphernalia at what seemed like a reasonable price, ran around snapping photos of the cast, gawking over the corrugation of nerds, and squealing like a fan girl when I got my picture taken with the even-more-surprisingly good-looking Jeremy.

As for the episodes, quite the laugh. Two thumbs up for Doug, he's my ninja hero now.

The night was concluded with an epic serving of scrumptious sushi. Mango ice cream on the house! Picked up some umbrellas, an enjoyable walk back to the bus station in the rain. Looted a Pokemon toy out of the gutter(quite the find, it's my new love). It lights up too! Tatemire says "Fffraawwwrrrr!!".

All in all, a wicked night out on the town with the guys.

No longer sleepy,
~Chiko!!

Daydream

As of late, I've caught my mind drifting out in space. I try to think but there's everything, and at the same time, nothing to think about. I'm perplexed in a vast abyss.

I manage to occupy my nomadic mind with typical summer activities like video games, anime, the occasional movie, a book or two and my eight hours a day(minimum) spent working at the Club. Despite my attempts to fill my schedule as much as is humanly possible for me to achieve, my mind disobeys my commands to focus. Stupid non-obedient mind.

For my vagabond imagination, I write:

Hear the grass rustle in the summer breeze,
Watch the bird glide on the wind with ease.
Feel the sun in the blue sky above your head,
Listen to the words that you once said.
"I know what I want but cannot say
For I live to dream yet another day."
Walk your path through this imaginary land,
Just remember that life is grand.

Pleasantly Lost in Thought,
~Chiko.

My Life In A Nutshell

Quite literally, those boats have absorbed 40 hours a week of my summer time into their use and repair. Plain, detestable, and old all in one. A boat perfect for juniors, as it has proven from the fifty odd years of employment.

Alas, work is work and I persevere. Least I can hope on obtaining a decent tan as a bonus.

Paddle and bailer in hand,
~Chiko.

Suspicion

I have this inkling feeling, despite my efforts to put forth new creations for those who surprisingly do view my ramblings, that it is all in vein. The minutes I clock in writing are not well wasted, and frankly, the outcomes are repugnant.

This humble abode I call my Blog, is quite shameful. The frame work is shaky, its' overall appearance seems forced, and the decor has the air of repetition. It fails to meet up to the standards of my raving critics and only rarely satisfies my desires for quality.

I send out my apologies to those who have turned their eyes onto this filth, for my unsuccess, I shall repent!

Face in palm,
~Chiko...

Your Caballero Was Omitted

It is all about the angle on which you are approached, and how you conceive the faces portrayed to you. A first impression. Or in your case, my fine fellow, second or third; depending on your avidness of reading my blogs. The more you read, I guess, the more your impression on myself and my skills as a blogger shall change.

The quality of those impressions people have forsaken upon me are none too great, or rather, deteriorating to that which would make a gallant cavalier bow his head in shame. The rabid dogs bear their blood-stained fangs at me in agitation and irritation, the scars of lashings concealed behind cloudy eyes. For these people, I brace myself against their words of mockery, sarcasm and sometimes abhorrence. Despite my dis allowance to be bowled over by these brutes, I do not take their accusations with a grain of salt. You can bet your bottom dollar I have a stone or two to hurl back, my vain attempt at peeling open their blindness to my reasonings. How will the fun flourish if a skirmish of composite English characters, being flung from entity to entity in a rather clumsy and useless fashion, is ignored to the point of emaciation?

You can call me an expert-of-sorts in dealing with these people we so modernly call "simpletons" or "assholes". It has nestled itself a common phenomenon in my life now a days. Some harsh judgment here, a bit of sarcaserism there. Stir in some smart-assery and stupidity and you have yourself a genuine jerk. Home made to boot!

Taking it all in stride as per the norm,
~Chiko.

Comatose On The Run

Sleep.

As much of an essential entity that it is, seems to elude me time and time again. But not just me, my busy schedule is deprived of the recurring condition of suspended consciousness that us humans call natural. All work, no play, some would say makes for a boring life. Well I say all work and no sleep makes for a groggy morning.

Late night working, I despise you.
Afternoon naps, how I adore you.

Planning a lunchtime snooze,
~Chiko

Essence of Pandora

Do You See What Is Truly Hidden? The Secret Lies Within.

With in the deepest crevices of my mind, it lies dormant. A caliginous decanter for my life. Fueling the inspiration and reflection, it is the Creator. Retaining sentiment and phobias, it is the Deceiver. Withholding my chimera, it is the Savior. The arcanum of my cloven charisma, a Castle In The Sky.

The catharsis unattainable, hardly perceivable to the naked human eye, let alone the inner eye of the soul. A cerebral puppet master of this cadaver. It makes me the fool, a king's actor. The paper trail will lead you no where. Not to the ginger bread house, not to Eden, not to Laputa. Try as you might, you chase after a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, following a mid summers storm.

A Million Masks Do I Wear. Which One Do You See?
~(Chiko)

Anonymous

Reprehension has gotten the better of me. Despite the vastness of the "interwebs" that lay before me, I need space to rework this inner coding.

Postponed till further notice,
~Chiko.

Fight Against Perplexity

It has become a regular occurrence, or so it seems, to experience a likeness of not being the sharpest tool in the shed. I might not be able to calculate PI cubed off the top of my head, nor do I have the most grandiose of vocabularies within the regions which are my brain, but one thing is for sure - I can think. It is wonders what one can concoct when you are bombarded by perplexing ideals. This new found insight has fueled me with the prerogative to run my life how I desire it to be lead.

With that said, I can appropriately say I am a fighter. It makes me that much stronger. Makes me work a little bit harder. Makes me that much wiser. So thanks for making me a fighter. Made me learn a little bit faster. Made my skin a little bit thicker. Makes me that much smarter. So thanks for making me a fighter.

You might have speculated I would forget, wipe from my mind the falsehoods of your liturgy. But I remember. Comprehend the totality of each entity, I might not. But I remember. So note this, I shall not succumb to your trickeries so easily, my good fellow. Despite your tenacious adeptness to paint a world with your words, in these hands of mine, I hold the corrosive vial to melt away that phantasm. Why? Because I am a fighter. I will grant you to concede this, disregarding the thickness of the illusion you conceived and the time lapse it would take to shatter it, in the end you'll see, you can't stop me.

Surrounded by a shroud of enigma, but standing proudly,
~Chiko!

Chaotic Ideals

A melodious mentor once professed,
Thy head is occupied with reams of thought.
Churning strained focus past the point of stressed,
They orbit the mind to make thy distraught.

Pull forth the fastidious fuss of thy wit,
To cast away the hectic edge of life.
You fool! You be too childish to admit,
How constitutions cause undesired strife.

Be not inauspicious in when to seize,
A moment to make thy self much appease.

Living in a halcyon juncture,
~Chiko!

Liturgy's Sonnet

I vow here not to write for thy contempt,
Performing for the undying masses.
To fall short with a lowly failed attempt,
Thy eyes bear witness behind fogged glasses.

For the trueness of my ego proceeds,
I am what I am, my fondness lacks breath.
Not I will divulge into sins or deeds,
To bond to thy rule, a fate like Macbeth.

Now let my soul rest, you lack potent gal,
I am me, myself, not you; and that is all.

Uniquely Yours,
~Chiko!

Ode to a Loyal Love

I was indulged to this some time ago,
That if you love something to set it free.
And if it felt alike it would bestow,
Upon you honor to a mild degree.

But lead not thy self with deathless false hope,
If it loves thy truly it might return.
So withdrawal not to play a sickly mope,
Keep thy chin held high to live and let learn.

Alas if hope falls short say nay to fear.
I shall shed you but one last lonely tear.

Forever yours,
~Chiko<\3

The Time Lapse Begins

The feeling of familiarity has been floating in the air the past few days, whirling around in a cloud surrounding my head. Brisk moments of deja vu strike me as I stumble along this somewhat new path.

Although I brushed off the incidents as nothing, repeatedly reassuring myself that it was nothing, I reached a nirvana of sorts for this crisis I face. After enduring a sentimental roller coaster wild and long enough, with a surprising amount of air time, to make even the most crazed roller coaster fanatic heave their innards, I reached a conclusion that enough is quite adequate. It's time to smash the bottle in which I have cached so much.

With the bottle smashed, I can pick up any hidden treasures from among the glass shards, shine them up with a quick rub and hope they'll turn out alright. It might take a blow torch and some aid from a glass blower, but we can rebuild it. Better, Faster, Stronger.

To sum it up now, the storm has blown over and the waters sit calm. My little blue boat still remains afloat. Yay! Despite the sharks lurking around beneath the murky surface, I'm paddling my way home, slowly but surely.

Patiently yours,
~Chiko<3

Career of the Year

There comes a point in life where we all must make a grave decision that can change the path we walk for the rest of our lives. It [i]is[/i] a four year long period of time we have to make that evidently minor choice, but all in all it seems to rush up to our face like a calm ocean ripple ascending into a tsunami. To choose the occupation that will be most enjoyable, tolerable and notably profitable is a daunting task for any student.

For the longest time I desired to become a Veterinarian. Working with animals, taking care of them, keeping them healthy. It was the job for me, no doubts about it. Or so I thought, considering my allergy to cats pondered differently.

My most recent career aspiration has been that of a Video Game Designer. Modeling the characters, scenery, and any other miscellaneous objects through out the game. To see my name under Animators as the ending credits scroll by after an Über gamer has beaten my game. One that has reached the Top Sellers charts and is demanded by nerds alike across the globe. Although after researching what the program demands and what the limitations on numbers are, I realized that I should demise out a back up plan in case numero uno plummets and hits rock bottom. Following being told that I am efficient at creative writing, I divulged into journalism and added writers craft to the cue of courses I have lined up for next year.

Now I find myself trucking through the school work to pull up my grades even higher into the 90s. I hope that high grades will make me stand out among the entries to the interactive arts and science courses I wish to pursue in University, giving me a fighting chance to be accepted into a study that actually might interest me(more so then anything else that I consider myself not so proficient at).

Creatively yours,
~Chiko<3

A Trash Bin of Reminders

Ever look into the corner beside your desk and see that trash been heaping with crumpled up memos and ideas? Believe me, there comes a time where you have to sit down and spend a few hours reluctantly sorting through the rubbish. Within that over flowing recycle bin of post-it notes, are memories and thoughts that have long since been buried. Some that bring tears of joy, tears of sadness, moments of laughter, and spurratic waves of rage. Yet, unfortunately some sticky notes float to the surface and make you just wish you could put them through the shredder.

Its odd how different day to day happenings will bring to mind different recurrences. Very troublesome indeed. Unless you are the forgetfull type who suffer from short-term memory loss, then if might be of some aid. I think we should all be glad we aren't 3-Second-Sam from 51 First Dates. It'd be like living the life of a gold fish.

"Hey! A guy with bubbles coming out of his head."
(three seconds later) "Heh a treasure chest."
(another three seconds later) "Hahaha a guy with bubbles coming out of his head!"

You get the idea. And while you get the idea, I'm out of any further ideas. I can't think of anything in relation to this post. Ironic?

Forgetfully yours,
~Chiko...

The World Is Your Oyster

Look through a magnifying glass to gaze at the world,
To see before your eyes the finer points of life be unfurled.
A tiny lone water bug treads water to make a ripple.
But imagine the power behind that of an amount triple.

Underneath your magnifying glass see the numbers in the group,
Who turn the wheel of life to start the beginning of a loop.
Watch and help the chain of cause and effect grow,
But be not the one to reap what you sow.

For underneath your little magnifying glass the motivation will invade,
Compelling you to join a cascade of people providing aid.
Adding to the bodies who turn a swell into a tidal wave,
Be one of the ones who stood together and gave.

Poetically Yours,
~Chiko

Days of our Lives

We have come unto the month of April. Promises of showers, which we have seemingly already seen much of, that will bring May flowers. Tis spring, with the cusp of a winter breeze still lingering. To my own surprise, the half-month of March passed quickly. Now I find my life cruising in the slow lane traveling through a barren desert. Not much to look at, the occasional blossom of foliage providing some stimulation and excitement. Other than that, it's the same old concatenation of events. Day in and day out for the next month and a half. Joy.

People often wish that they could slow their lives down, spend time enjoying the scent of roses on a mid summer's day stroll. At times like this I wish I could be thrown a curve ball, or lemons. Give me something to think about except for the fact that I am utterly bored out of my mind. Neither art, nor guitar hero, nor reading, sleeping, eating, and not even any aptitude of games could provide substance enough to fill the void of hours of nothingness. Even though there is plenty to do, none of it seems to perk any interest to occupy my time.

Alas, I have managed enough energy (because when we fall into bordem, it sucks us of our precious motivational energy like a leech suckling the blood from an unsuspecting water-waders' exposed ankle) to write to my limited readers about an enigma that has brought about my speculation of my lack of hobbies.

Blandly yours,
~Chiko

Fishing Well

I have found myself recently gazing down into the stony depths of an endless abyss. A well echoing a deathly hollow noise when a pebble is knocked over the edge. The faint click clank as it bumps down the well, resounding off the interlocking cobblestone walls.

My proverbial well has run dry, but oddly enough I come across myself sitting here writing about this conundrum of sorts. I am preaching tales of my writers block, but by giving this sermon I have unblocked the passage of which through flows the literacy of my mind. Upon losing the source of inspiration for writing long ago, feelings of aggression, remorse and sorrow now distant and blurry, I have found a new spring of life for my pen. Or in this case, my keyboard. The sentiments which fueled my passion for composition have lost themselves in a vast archetypal sea. Nibbled away by vibrant, swarming impressionistic fish, or else chomped upon by that damn conceptual shark.

So maybe this well that I have spent hours peering down into, attempting to see the end, is not as empty as I thought. Perhaps there is a murky depth which is too abysmal for me to see. Perchance one day I will hear a soft plunk as my fishing lure breaks the surface of the puddle awaiting me at the bottom. Is it a meager puddle, or a fathomless lake filled to the brim with proverbial creatures in the shroud of mystery which lays at the depths of my well? Unseen and unknown, awaiting my catch and release unto the world.

Gone Fishing,
~Chiko.

Technical Difficulties

The other night I found myself staring at a pan of Chicken Club Flat bread, which I had received after an order placed almost an hour prior at Somebuddy's. The first question that popped into my mind was "How the hell do I eat this?" Fork and knife? Cut it into strips and fold it like a sandwich? Eat it like pizza? The ways were numerous but none of them proved very efficient. After spending now lost time staring at the bizarre platter placed before me, I managed to attempt enough ways to eat the food that I had consumed almost half of my dinner.

Have you ever noticed that eating an apple, when you think about it, seems like a fairly simple action. I find the apple is always slightly too big for my jaw to stretch open and chomp a decent size bite out of the darn thing. Something as stupid as an apple, turns into a sitting messier than a 2 year old eating cheerios and chocolate pudding at the kitchen table.

They put little pop up boxes in Windows XP telling you how to navigate the computer. "Click here to start". "AVG updates are ready to install. Click here to get the latest updates". Where's the Microsoft Office Assistant when you need him? Can't they have a fork with eyes on the side of the menu page saying "It seems you are having trouble eating your food. Please try eating that this way..." Blah blah blah. Stupid paper-clip.

Another thing they have is those -For Dummies books. Computers For Dummies. XP For Dummes. Dating For Dummies. Why-tee-eff don't they have Eating Unusual Foods For Dummies? Would've been a big hit with people who eat out on a regular basis.

Frustratingly yours,
~Chiko

Curiosity & Karma

Time to time I find myself indulging in the endless archive of information which lies at my finger tips. Digging through files upon files of text based lifeforms. When the world is so readily available, you tend to find your mind wandering about questions which have remained unanswered, some tang of hope lying in a crevice in your brain of trying to find reassurance where it is not, or should not, be needed.

There is no more true statement then Curiosity Killed the Cat. Curiosity is just as much of a nagging bitch as karma. The two go hand in hand quite well, I'm afraid. But if curiosity killed the cat, obviously there must be someone else at fault, am I right? That is just how the world rolls. It is never your fault. Always push the blame onto someone or something else. Well, curiosity may have killed the cat indeed, but ignorance pushed it. Over the cliff into the damn abyss.

If curiosity won't kill you, you can guarantee Karma will be sitting there like a camping sniper guarding the only exit. Karma will shoot you and send your mind into a guilt trip for taking that path. The inevitability of predictable outcomes will never abandon us.

I hope I never end up like that cursed cat, exiled from the 12 zodiacs. Just imagine falling forever, down down down. A never ending black hole. Tisk tisk. Damn gullible cat.

Passionately lost in thought,
~Chiko<3

Reading This Will Give You Cancer

Notice: Studies have shown that reading this article is a direct link to cancer. Read at your own risk.

According to multiple studies done nation wide, almost anything you partake in will lead to you developing that dreaded, so overly-feared 6 letter word. Cancer. Yes, by drinking redbull, taking a strole on the beach; or eating processed meats, you will conceive cancer. Lucky you, eh? Well if you're dumb enough to follow what the media says, as if it's your everyday bible, then I guess so.

The opinions of inadequate journalists on medical research papers have led countless to believe that numerous entities are 'direct links' to cancer. Not realizing that these things, like alcohol, red meats, and radiation, have only been seen as a similar risk factor among people in the cause of cancer. Stupid, stupid, brainwashed people...

As a result of the public taking the media so seriously, they have thrown things out of proportion and are creating pandemonium over everyday life. "Oh I can't go outside, the amount of exposure to the sun from the time I leave my front door to the point where I enter my car will give me cancer." They let the fear of the risk of getting cancer, which is quite minimal may I add, prevent them from carrying on with their daily doings.

C'mon people. Get over your phobias and live a little.
Unsympathetically yours,
~Chiko.

Dancing the Tango

Over the holidays, I have continually found myself pressed for time, while coincidentally finding overdoses of time on my hands. Time to do socialize, time to do laze around, time to think, time to party, time to do anything I want. Nonetheless, a conflict has arisen between doing what I desire and doing what is required of me. On the other hand, I have been relishing in my little sprees and have come to appreciate my ability to be easily sidetracked. Power to procrastination!

But you know what they say, it takes two to tango. Talk about your tongue-twisting alliteration. Sheesh, who ever came up with that was a nut job, but cool. Its the kind of phrase you would enjoy finding yourself saying touche to.

Now I ask you this, can you tango with yourself?
Conflictingly yours,
~Chiko