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/`
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!
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!!
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.
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.
