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.
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
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)-
