Guess what everybody? It's Christmas eve!!!!! Or should I say Xmas eve? Yes yes. 'Santa', that overly fat man in the red suit, comes to visit tonight. He'll eat all your cookies and drink all your milk in exchange for a few toys, or if you have bad luck, a lump of coal. What joy, right? A big fat man breaking into your house, raiding you of yummy home baked desserts, only to leave behind some junk.
Well despite all that, I know I'm excited! But if you think about it, its hard to decide what holiday this really is. I don't believe in calling it Christmas. I'm not Catholic, actually, I'm highly atheist. So what if some guy died on this day a few thousand years ago? Big deal. And then theres the Pagan version of Christmas, where its more about family and giving presents to each other. Sounds more like a consumers holiday then a religious one. Speaking of consumer holidays, I've decided to call 'Christmas', Xmas. Using x as that mathematical variable, representing any form of this holiday occurring on December 24th, where you set up a tree of some sort, and pile presents under it for friends and family, labeling it from some fat dude.
Corporate companies have monopolized Xmas so much, it's almost not funny. But then again, it is. All the xmas music playing on the radios and through the stores months before the actually holiday occurs. Stores loading up their already over stocked shelves with xmas paraphernalia and merchandise. And then weeks before xmas also, the sales. Oh the sales. Book sale now, 50% of here, one time only xmas sale there! Its endless, I tell you. But a wise shopper once told me, when prices plummet, shop till you drop!
Yes, maybe I too am caught up in this addicting, stressful, excitement creating crave of xmas, but hot-diggity-dog is it ever fun! Have we ever had a better reason to buy lots of neat shiny things? Nope. So three cheers for xmas! Hip-hip-horray! Hip-hip-horray! Hip-hip-horray! With that said, I can't wait for tomorrow when I can open that small box containing the present you all know I'm craving so dearly, my new psp. And isn't it always funny, no matter how hard parents try to hard our presents, we always find them? Well, my mom has given up on that. She just buys most of them when I'm there. Problem solved.
Happy holidays everyone, how ever you may celebrate them!
Cheerfully yours,
~Chiko!!
You know, its a peculiar thing when you realize you're going insane. All the stress, paranoia, insecurities, and moments of supreme spontaneity are really quite the quirks. Along with the free tickets for the emotional roller coaster, I couldn't ask for more.
I'm not going to start a blamestorm at this point in time, but someone or something has disrupted my homeostasis. Its not fun, really. All the unbalance and disorder from the norm could drive one up the wall. Literally. And all the mental pressure makes your head feel like it's going to explode, as if FPS Doug came in and was like BOOM - HEADSHOT!
When you go insane, you feel all the little men running around in your head, trying to get everything straight because the filing cabinets exploded and all those sticky notes are flying around in quite the frenzy. You can't think straight, and for some reason you always feel like killing someone to ease the stress. Kind of like Hamlet, yet this time you know you're insane. Or do you? Insanity is an interesting thing. It comes and goes at it pleases.
And why do some people persistently think that the world revolves around them? Like seriously, get over yourself. Some people are so selfish and conceited, even when its the time to think about others large scale. And when people try to point out their flaws, they snap and put the pressure on you, asking petty little questions. Its really a shame to see what the world has come to. Its a sad mad mad mad world.
The teapot has stopped whistling and the waters have cooled, so now its time to say adieu.
~Chiko.
Today is Remembrance Day, or the end of it. A day where we are all called(or in the case of students, forced) to spare a minute to remember the heroic actions of soldiers who risked their lives so we could live in peace. Although I think gang fights, robberies and school shootings is as peaceful as we'll ever find ourselves. Regardless, I find it peculiar how we have to celebrate the remembrance of things that are not our own memories. We're forced to reminisce on previously memorized affairs from history text books. Oh dreaded history class, how I loath thee. Our generation (if you're around my age), have no personal recollections of the wars. We were not working on farms or in factories during the World Wars, nor were we survivors of the battle grounds. I personally find it minutely challenging to remorse for those who lost their lives for "our" sake.
To remember, or recall to mind an act or effect of memory, isn't always successful to some. It has proved itself to be quite trivial at times. Like that one time, you know, a few days back when we were at that place in some city, with whats her face. (See, even I myself am subject to forgetfulness.) Be it short term or long term, we all forget things. It's inevitable.
We like to say we can take mental notes and that we have such a good memory that we can best resorting to such grueling work as picking up a pen to write a few bits of linguistics down on papyrus. On a side note here, who knew that something as basic as a pen could have a semi-fancy name like stylograph? Subsequently, I can make mental notes too, because writing so much makes my hand cramp up, but sometimes those sticky notes in my mind fall off the wall and into the trash bin unnoticed. Never trust sticky notes, they're evil! >_<
Remember, remember, the 5th of November,
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I know of no reason why gunpowder and treason,
Should ever be forgot.
~Chiko! -(V)-
Throughout history, we have read from countless lippy critics that a character at one point, 'tempts' fate. A vast amount of people don't have the fortitude to conquer fate. Although hopeless quantities of beings fight the twins called Destiny and Fate, many fail in their quest to alter something that is inevitably predetermined. In they end, they sulk away trying to devise excuses as to why they lost to Lady Luck.
Many people believe in destiny, be it fate, karma, Moira, kismet, chance, luck, or fortune. They all have the same pseudonym. Righteously so, I would like to ask who came to the conclusion eons ago that Destiny alone can decree the cause of events to befall a person before they actually happen, and why this fate is stubborn enough to remain unchanged despite our efforts. Although a myriad of mankind accredit this unknown ultimate agency by which the order of things are presumably prescribed, I disbelieve this chaps prophetic declarations. I don't need some oracle telling me I'm going to fall in love with some "tall, dark, and handsome man", or that I'm going to "meet my end in a few days in an utterly gruesome way". No, thats just a load of crap from a bunch of gypsies trying to earn a few more coins on top of the many they've probably already pick-pocketed from you. Never trust those decrepit fortune tellers with their curtain-coats and basket-ball sized hoop earrings. Haven't you ever wondered why there are lottery numbers on the back of the slips of paper inside a fortune cookie? Its all a conspiracy!! So run while you can!
Now to put it plain and simple, my karma ran over your dogma, and thats all there is to it!
~Chiko
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night?
Thou art more cruelly conceited than I.
Selfish lacking thoughts bring plenty of fright.
And winters grasp hath been much too awry.
Too cold the empty heart of Hell shall beat.
And frequently his raging pulse hath seized.
With games, fair is fair, despite those who cheat.
Easily are those who hate much displeased.
Thy eternal winter sky remains dull.
Devoid of summer colors that shone bright.
Leave death to dig in thy dead hollow skull.
Then time alone shall forge an ugly sight.
So long as thou act like kings on their throne,
For all sins, at times end, thou shall atone.
A poem I wrote a few months prior.
~Chiko<3
Have you ever been in the middle of making a drastic decision and a little guy in the back of your mind pops up and says: "Hey. Hey you, what ya doing? You REALLY sure you should do that...?". That voice, which never goes away. That voice thats always contradicting everything you say. That voice that always gives you second thoughts. The voice that never shuts up when you want him to. Have you ever stopped to talk to him?
Like really, its a great way to pass time. And he's a nice guy. I'm sure we can all closely relate to that fellow who's relaxing in his Lazy-Boy chair in a distant crevice of our mind. Sure, some people might make fun of you for divulging your soliloquies, but thats only because they can hear you, since you're rambling aloud. But if you talk to that Jimney Cricket, with his little cane and top hat, they'll never know!
Anyhow, take a moment to envision this, really think about it. If talking aloud when no one is around(or listening particularly to you,) is considered talking to yourself, isn't thinking the same as talking to yourself, minus the mouth movement and vocation of mumble jumble? Pretty freaky, eh? Thinking is just the same as talking to yourself. Now, you say that conversing with that voice in your head isn't talking to yourself. What if I told you that voice is just your alter ego? NOW what are you going to do? I hope I just didn't pop your bubble and that your world doesn't come crashing down around you. Cause that would be considered a shame, but all in all, that'd be pretty funny. Nah, I'm just joking, about your world crashing down being funny, not that your voice is the reincarnation of your other half.
Allegedly, I have provided you some fuel for thought. Enjoy!
~Chiko.
People. People people people... I don't like people. They're stupid, plain and simply put. If you spare a moment to think about it, no one now a days thinks for themselves. Imagination is a word in a book that sits on a shelf in most remote region of a library gathering dust. At school, the student body is so uptight and judgmental of each other. If you're not following the latest fashion trends, or if you're not up to date on the most stylized language slangs, you are predestined to live a should-be-normal high school life, completely shunned.
Despite the uniform agreement on the "in" trends, people are unbelievably and detestably indecisive. They can not make up their mind to save their pitiful lives. All in all, school is just another hell-hole filled with a bunch of stuck-up, prissy beotches and even more cut-throat, muscle-craving jocks. Now let loose your verbal abuse, if you so desire to do so, about my condescending ways of speech, but each to their own is entitled their say.
Then again, there are the sparse few people who are genuinely kind and honest, but attempting to locate them is like trying to find a needle in a haystack, but instead of a hay stack, you have yourself a swarm of media controlled students. Very fun, right? I think not.
Now take a moment to step back, sit down and relax if you will, and look at the larger picture. Its like the whole world has been brain washed by the media. And who is the media controlled by? The government, and other assorted, overly rich corporate companies. The government decided long ago that they don't like imagination, it lets people act too freely. They wanted control, the public liked the media. Control the media, and you control the people. Thats what the government did. We've been brainwashed. Wake up! Come forth from the rabbits hole and into the world. Although, be it as I might, I'm preaching to the choir.
I do not conform to uniformity! Freaks rule the world!
Neurotically Yours,
~Chiko.
P.S. Worship Kirby! <('-'<)
Welcome to all that happen to come across my page of rants and theories. Over time, and not without experience when it comes to writing blogs, I have concluded that every well proposed rant needs a proper introduction and an outroduction, so to speak. Well I'm Chiko. Not really, but thats what people call me. I rant to pass time and show my thoughts and opinions of daily annoyances that stick in the back of my mind. Its always a good thing to take note of the little things in life. Makes everything just that much more enjoyable to a bored intellectual. So there you have it. A little snippet of my life. Enjoy!
Inevitably yours,
~Chiko.
Guess what everybody? It's Christmas eve!!!!! Or should I say Xmas eve? Yes yes. 'Santa', that overly fat man in the red suit, comes to visit tonight. He'll eat all your cookies and drink all your milk in exchange for a few toys, or if you have bad luck, a lump of coal. What joy, right? A big fat man breaking into your house, raiding you of yummy home baked desserts, only to leave behind some junk.
