It is as beautiful as a child's innocence.
It is as calming as a lullaby.
It is as gentle as the sound of waves brushing against a shore; as delicate as the snowflakes that fall from heaven on Christmas morn.
If it had a flavour, it would surely taste as sweet as the juice from a ripened peach.
If it had a scent, it would smell like a lavender flower - known for it's soothing qualities.
And if it could be touched, it would be like wearing a blanket that just came out of a dryer; so warm and comforting... Ahhh....
It is beautiful, I think you would agree,
Almost perfect, at least to me.
But to you, a person without sight,
All that is visible, is the piercing light.
I hope my descriptions did it justice and gave you eyes for a moment or two.
It, of course, is a sunset.
What did you imagine it to be?
Monday, June 14, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Ageing
I simply can not wait until I am 85 years of age! Why, I will have so many adventures with hours of free time, as I will no longer be employed. Plus, I will have saved up a lot of money from my pension, which I will then spend at Tim Hortons.
As a seventeen-year-old today, I am always envious of the elders that I recognize at Tim Hortons every time that I am there. They know the cashiers behind the counter like they were family; it must be nice not having to repeat your order anymore.
Yes, that would be the life: going to Tim Hortons and seeing the same people eight days a week (which is not enough to show I care [about them]), spending money on the same food everday, having many adventures while burning all of that free time…
Then again, all that time at Tim Hortons would soon make my stomach festively plump, quickly dissolve the money in my bank account and become extremely boring.
Seeing the same people everyday for God-only-knows-how-long would soon become disinteresting. Before long, my elderly group of friends and I would run out of stories about our childhood and we would have nothing to talk about, other than the pain we will likely be experiencing from our poor health. Complaining is certainly no way to have fun. Plus, my 85 year old body will probably make sure I have little, or no adventures, other than my daily walk to Tim Hortons.
So on second thought, being seventeen is not so bad; I hope the age of 85 comes very, very slowly!
As a seventeen-year-old today, I am always envious of the elders that I recognize at Tim Hortons every time that I am there. They know the cashiers behind the counter like they were family; it must be nice not having to repeat your order anymore.
Yes, that would be the life: going to Tim Hortons and seeing the same people eight days a week (which is not enough to show I care [about them]), spending money on the same food everday, having many adventures while burning all of that free time…
Then again, all that time at Tim Hortons would soon make my stomach festively plump, quickly dissolve the money in my bank account and become extremely boring.
Seeing the same people everyday for God-only-knows-how-long would soon become disinteresting. Before long, my elderly group of friends and I would run out of stories about our childhood and we would have nothing to talk about, other than the pain we will likely be experiencing from our poor health. Complaining is certainly no way to have fun. Plus, my 85 year old body will probably make sure I have little, or no adventures, other than my daily walk to Tim Hortons.
So on second thought, being seventeen is not so bad; I hope the age of 85 comes very, very slowly!
Friday, April 16, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
A Little Bit About...
Daniel
Loyal, honest, quiet, yet loud
Sibling of Alexander (the Not so Great)
Lover of the Montreal Canadiens
Who fears heights
Who needs glasses to see and Sunday nights free
Who gives his opinion (which is always correct mind you!)
Who would like to see an NHL team come to Hamilton
Resident of the "True North Strong and Free"
Cuberovic
Loyal, honest, quiet, yet loud
Sibling of Alexander (the Not so Great)
Lover of the Montreal Canadiens
Who fears heights
Who needs glasses to see and Sunday nights free
Who gives his opinion (which is always correct mind you!)
Who would like to see an NHL team come to Hamilton
Resident of the "True North Strong and Free"
Cuberovic
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
There Is A Reason!
Though there is no definite explanation of how the universe was created, there is a reason - in fact, many reasons - of why my wonderful self is who he is. Specifically, the current Krazy Kreshimir has decided to come back to high school and do a victory lap for a reason! In backwards order, I will reflect on how I came to my future-changing decision.
10. Making final decision to come back for 'grade 13'
9. Jealousy of some of my friends currently in 'grade 13' who have the extra power of being 18 years of age
8. Though I don't think I am going into math, my math mark was pathetic enough that I finally decided I wanted to upgrade it
7. Finding a few classes that I need to upgrade my mark in
6. Realizing that possible courses I may take in university required me to take certain classes that I had not already taken
5. Some peer pressure - realizing I would not be alone next year, because I have a lot of grade 11 friends
4. Other high school courses that I wanted to take but I had not
3. Still have no job and should work to make money for university
2. Uneasy feeling - feeling not ready for university
1. Parents and friends reassuring me that I should 'take my time' and I should not do something I was uncomfortable with
Now you know!
10. Making final decision to come back for 'grade 13'
9. Jealousy of some of my friends currently in 'grade 13' who have the extra power of being 18 years of age
8. Though I don't think I am going into math, my math mark was pathetic enough that I finally decided I wanted to upgrade it
7. Finding a few classes that I need to upgrade my mark in
6. Realizing that possible courses I may take in university required me to take certain classes that I had not already taken
5. Some peer pressure - realizing I would not be alone next year, because I have a lot of grade 11 friends
4. Other high school courses that I wanted to take but I had not
3. Still have no job and should work to make money for university
2. Uneasy feeling - feeling not ready for university
1. Parents and friends reassuring me that I should 'take my time' and I should not do something I was uncomfortable with
Now you know!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
The Beginning of the End
Let's go back to the start. Although, looking back, it seems like the end, my journey to Antarctica was far from that. My journey to try and conquer the ruthless Arctic was the first of many of my daring adventures.
Almost the instant I climbed down from my helicopter and made my first footprint in the tightly packed snow, the ground under me collapsed. I heard a rumble and I could feel the snow under my feet giving way. Thank goodness for the rope ladder that was still hanging down from the helicopter. In a rush of panic, I wrenched my gloved hand from my pocket and grabbed the rope. It took me a while and a lot of effort to pull myself up, but I eventually made it safely back on board. A great chasm lay below, that nearly took me as it's victim.
Once back in the cockpit, the pilot chided me, saying I was crazy, out of my mind and I should not be doing this. However, my mind was made up - I wanted to be the king of this vast landscape!
Using better detective work this time, we found a safe spot for me to land. My journey commenced.
Locking my snowshoes into place on my feet and making sure I had all my necessary supplies in my backpack, I started walking. It wasn't long before I was wishing I was back in Room 143, at my Peruvian hotel. The wind constantly tried to penetrate my heavy, fur coat, but I was protected - for now.
Quite unexpectedly, a new predator emerged. An odd pack of wolves came out of nowhere and were running straight towards me, kicking up snow in their path. Hastily, I searched through my backpack, and found a walkie-talkie. "Help!" I yelled into it, h oping the helicopter would hear me. The walkie talkie sizzled and I got slightly electrocuted. What was I to do now?
The wolves were getting closer. "Stay alert," I told myself. "Don't let them circle you." I searched my backpack for a weapon as I continued to reassure myself. This time, I found a newspaper headlined "Hillary Clinton Scandal." It would have to do. I rolled the paper up to prevent the pages flying everywhere in the wind.
It turned out I would not need the newspaper - the wolves had stopped running, and were all looking up into the air. I looked up too, and was glad to see the helicopter. The buzz of the blades seemed to scare the wolves off, as they ran away. I climbed up the rope ladder for what seemed like the upteenth time.
"You're lucky to be alive you know," the pilot commented. Bitterly, I replied, "I can't do this anymore. I do not feel like risking my life again today. I think I am going to cheat. Take me in as far as this machine can go pilot! I will plant a Canadian flag in the spot we land," (I grabbed a flag from my pack), "and we'll pretend my journey was long and perilous. We'll pretend that I conquered the Arctic. Deal?"
"Deal," the pilot said with a grin.
"By the way," I said with an afterthought. "Thanks for saving my life down there."
Despite having to live with the fact that I cheated on my journey, my risky adventure still got my adrenaline flowing and made me want to experience that rush again. So, longing for another risky adventure, I decided I would conquer Mount Kiliminjaro next! Clearly, you'd feel the same, had you been there.
Almost the instant I climbed down from my helicopter and made my first footprint in the tightly packed snow, the ground under me collapsed. I heard a rumble and I could feel the snow under my feet giving way. Thank goodness for the rope ladder that was still hanging down from the helicopter. In a rush of panic, I wrenched my gloved hand from my pocket and grabbed the rope. It took me a while and a lot of effort to pull myself up, but I eventually made it safely back on board. A great chasm lay below, that nearly took me as it's victim.
Once back in the cockpit, the pilot chided me, saying I was crazy, out of my mind and I should not be doing this. However, my mind was made up - I wanted to be the king of this vast landscape!
Using better detective work this time, we found a safe spot for me to land. My journey commenced.
Locking my snowshoes into place on my feet and making sure I had all my necessary supplies in my backpack, I started walking. It wasn't long before I was wishing I was back in Room 143, at my Peruvian hotel. The wind constantly tried to penetrate my heavy, fur coat, but I was protected - for now.
Quite unexpectedly, a new predator emerged. An odd pack of wolves came out of nowhere and were running straight towards me, kicking up snow in their path. Hastily, I searched through my backpack, and found a walkie-talkie. "Help!" I yelled into it, h oping the helicopter would hear me. The walkie talkie sizzled and I got slightly electrocuted. What was I to do now?
The wolves were getting closer. "Stay alert," I told myself. "Don't let them circle you." I searched my backpack for a weapon as I continued to reassure myself. This time, I found a newspaper headlined "Hillary Clinton Scandal." It would have to do. I rolled the paper up to prevent the pages flying everywhere in the wind.
It turned out I would not need the newspaper - the wolves had stopped running, and were all looking up into the air. I looked up too, and was glad to see the helicopter. The buzz of the blades seemed to scare the wolves off, as they ran away. I climbed up the rope ladder for what seemed like the upteenth time.
"You're lucky to be alive you know," the pilot commented. Bitterly, I replied, "I can't do this anymore. I do not feel like risking my life again today. I think I am going to cheat. Take me in as far as this machine can go pilot! I will plant a Canadian flag in the spot we land," (I grabbed a flag from my pack), "and we'll pretend my journey was long and perilous. We'll pretend that I conquered the Arctic. Deal?"
"Deal," the pilot said with a grin.
"By the way," I said with an afterthought. "Thanks for saving my life down there."
Despite having to live with the fact that I cheated on my journey, my risky adventure still got my adrenaline flowing and made me want to experience that rush again. So, longing for another risky adventure, I decided I would conquer Mount Kiliminjaro next! Clearly, you'd feel the same, had you been there.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Fondue Anyone?
For no particular reason at all, other than the fact that I love fondue, I am hosting a Fondue Party! I can see it now - some cheese and beef fondue, followed by a delicious dark chocolate fondue for dessert, will all disappear quickly, as they get dipped in by various warm breads, fruits and vegetables, which will be eaten by my ten very peculiar guests.
Oh, I almost forgot! Did I mention who my ten guests (and ONLY ten) were that I invited to come to my party?
There is no doubt that John Lennon will be first to arrive, as he is always on time and very punctual. He will probably bring his own fondue and offer to help with the cooking. Plus, being the nice guy that he is, John will offer to entertain us with some fabulous music...and if he doesn't offer, I will make him sing.
I don't know who will be second to arrive, but if it happens to be Brent Butt, I will be very happy! Always great for a laugh, Brent will liven up the party. However, with his comedic genius comes a big appetite. I may have to make extra fondue to fill Brent's slightly rotund stomach!
Also invited to the party is my favourite Montreal Canadiens player, Josh Gorges, who currently resides in Kelowna, British Columbia. It will be amazing to talk to Josh and know the life of a professional hockey player! Apparently he is a funny guy too - laughter is always welcome at my parties! You never know, he may even be able to 'connect' me with other hockey figures as well?
Next, this guest will no doubt strut in looking majestic, for he is none other than Napolean Bonaparte! That's right, I am talking about the most famous French military commander who brought glory to France. I will be able to talk to him about previous military campaigns and battles battles he took part of, and maybe even discuss some Risk (registered trademark), strategies with him!
A well respected figure around the world, Walt Disney, the man that created Mickey Mouse and the countless other famous cartoon characters, is a no-brainer on my list of invites! I am not exactly sure what I will talk about with Walt, but I do know that I will be in awe when I meet the man behind the empire and magic of Disney! I remember watching Mickey Mouse cartoons as a child, and going to Disney World several times (I love that place!) - so to meet the creator behind it all, will be spectacular!
With a smirk on his face, Roger Federer, the greatest tennis player of all time, will probably be the last to arrive. I do not exactly know what makes me say that - it's just a gut feeling. Then again, I could be wrong - Roger is from Switzerland and fondue is a delicious Swiss food, so he could surprise me and be the first to arrive! Whenever he arrives, it will be amazing to meet yet another one of my favourite atheletes!
Likely arriving together, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, the famous trio from some of my favourite books, will definitely be magical additions to the party. Get it? Magical additions to the party? Ha-ha...
Moving on, the last on my list of ten guests will be one of my childhood idols! I am talking about, of course, Mary Poppins! One of my favourite movies as a child, if not the favourite, was Mary Poppins. If any of us at the party get sick and we need to take medicine, we will know what to do thanks to Mary - just take a spoonful of sugar! Mary will also get to meet her creator, Walt Disney...that should be a great experience for her! Plus, with her magical ability to clean up messy rooms, she will hopefully be able to help with the dirty dishes after the party! Thank you in advance Mary Poppins!
So there you have it! Those are the ten guests that will be arriving shortly at my fondue party. I invited an interesting assortment of characters, wouldn't you say? I am really looking forward to meeting all of them. I sure hope my party lives up to their expectations!
Oh, I almost forgot! Did I mention who my ten guests (and ONLY ten) were that I invited to come to my party?
There is no doubt that John Lennon will be first to arrive, as he is always on time and very punctual. He will probably bring his own fondue and offer to help with the cooking. Plus, being the nice guy that he is, John will offer to entertain us with some fabulous music...and if he doesn't offer, I will make him sing.
I don't know who will be second to arrive, but if it happens to be Brent Butt, I will be very happy! Always great for a laugh, Brent will liven up the party. However, with his comedic genius comes a big appetite. I may have to make extra fondue to fill Brent's slightly rotund stomach!
Also invited to the party is my favourite Montreal Canadiens player, Josh Gorges, who currently resides in Kelowna, British Columbia. It will be amazing to talk to Josh and know the life of a professional hockey player! Apparently he is a funny guy too - laughter is always welcome at my parties! You never know, he may even be able to 'connect' me with other hockey figures as well?
Next, this guest will no doubt strut in looking majestic, for he is none other than Napolean Bonaparte! That's right, I am talking about the most famous French military commander who brought glory to France. I will be able to talk to him about previous military campaigns and battles battles he took part of, and maybe even discuss some Risk (registered trademark), strategies with him!
A well respected figure around the world, Walt Disney, the man that created Mickey Mouse and the countless other famous cartoon characters, is a no-brainer on my list of invites! I am not exactly sure what I will talk about with Walt, but I do know that I will be in awe when I meet the man behind the empire and magic of Disney! I remember watching Mickey Mouse cartoons as a child, and going to Disney World several times (I love that place!) - so to meet the creator behind it all, will be spectacular!
With a smirk on his face, Roger Federer, the greatest tennis player of all time, will probably be the last to arrive. I do not exactly know what makes me say that - it's just a gut feeling. Then again, I could be wrong - Roger is from Switzerland and fondue is a delicious Swiss food, so he could surprise me and be the first to arrive! Whenever he arrives, it will be amazing to meet yet another one of my favourite atheletes!
Likely arriving together, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, the famous trio from some of my favourite books, will definitely be magical additions to the party. Get it? Magical additions to the party? Ha-ha...
Moving on, the last on my list of ten guests will be one of my childhood idols! I am talking about, of course, Mary Poppins! One of my favourite movies as a child, if not the favourite, was Mary Poppins. If any of us at the party get sick and we need to take medicine, we will know what to do thanks to Mary - just take a spoonful of sugar! Mary will also get to meet her creator, Walt Disney...that should be a great experience for her! Plus, with her magical ability to clean up messy rooms, she will hopefully be able to help with the dirty dishes after the party! Thank you in advance Mary Poppins!
So there you have it! Those are the ten guests that will be arriving shortly at my fondue party. I invited an interesting assortment of characters, wouldn't you say? I am really looking forward to meeting all of them. I sure hope my party lives up to their expectations!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
5 Levels of Reading
Hey again, it's Krazy Kreshmir talkin'. That's right, I spelled crazy with a 'k' again and there is nothing you can do about it!
It is time for my readers to learn more about certain books and movies I love! You may or may not know that there are five levels of reading. I must choose my favourite movie or book that fits under each category. As I begin writing, you will see what I am talking about and what movie/book I have chosen.
To start off, 100 Years of Glory by D'Arci Jenish (refer to my other post), is definitely my favourite literal, non-fiction book. As I mentioned in one of my other blogs, I am an enormous Montreal Canadiens fan, and 100 Years of Glory is a complete biography of important players and events in the Montreal Canadiens 100 year history. Enough said!
If we speak in terms of emotional meaning, The Terminal, starring Tom Hanks, is a movie that instantly got me connected to the main character (Viktor Navorski). Viktor finds himself unable to leave New York airport because of war in his home country, Krakozhia, which makes his passport faulty. Though it is a hilarious movie, it is a sweet comedy. When Viktor finds out his country has been invaded, he cries, and I feel as if his pain is mine as well. The purpose of his journey to New Y0rk was to complete a collection for his deceased father, and in his travels, I am genuinely attached to Viktor and feel emotional with him. The Terminal has it all: laughter, love and tradgedy, and it is my favourite emotional movie.
It is time for my readers to learn more about certain books and movies I love! You may or may not know that there are five levels of reading. I must choose my favourite movie or book that fits under each category. As I begin writing, you will see what I am talking about and what movie/book I have chosen.
To start off, 100 Years of Glory by D'Arci Jenish (refer to my other post), is definitely my favourite literal, non-fiction book. As I mentioned in one of my other blogs, I am an enormous Montreal Canadiens fan, and 100 Years of Glory is a complete biography of important players and events in the Montreal Canadiens 100 year history. Enough said!
If we speak in terms of emotional meaning, The Terminal, starring Tom Hanks, is a movie that instantly got me connected to the main character (Viktor Navorski). Viktor finds himself unable to leave New York airport because of war in his home country, Krakozhia, which makes his passport faulty. Though it is a hilarious movie, it is a sweet comedy. When Viktor finds out his country has been invaded, he cries, and I feel as if his pain is mine as well. The purpose of his journey to New Y0rk was to complete a collection for his deceased father, and in his travels, I am genuinely attached to Viktor and feel emotional with him. The Terminal has it all: laughter, love and tradgedy, and it is my favourite emotional movie.
A new movie that I recently went to the theatre to see, was Avatar. The reviews of Avatar were so amazing, I just had to see it. I know now why there was so much hype surrounding the movie! From the opening scene on the planet Pandora, I was mesmerized! One reason why I loved Avatar so much, was because of it's fabulous lessons (or morals). I believe every viewer can take at least one lesson from the movie. Living with our natural world, appreciating our nature's beauty and living in peace with people of other races, backgrounds and cultures, are lessons that I took to heart. Again, a spectacular movie, Avatar is my favourite film that contains a good lesson/moral.
Every good book should contain some sort of symbolism. This is the case in my favourite symbolic book, To Kill a Mockingbird. Used to represent innocence and used in showing prejudice and discrimination, the mockingbird is, of course, a dominant symbol in this classic. Take my word for it - To Kill a Mockingbird is a great read with plenty of symbolism!
Another particular favourite movie of mine, is another comedy - Spaceballs. Part of the reason why this movie is so funny is because it is loaded with exaggeration (hyperbolic) - another level of meaning. Lines such as "comb the desert" - where the characters go on to literally comb the desert with big hairbrushes - make Spaceballs a great movie. Definitely my favourite film that contains plenty of exaggeration is Spaceballs. If you have not already seen it, Krazy Kreshmir recommends you do!
In case you did not read between the lines and still do not know the five levels of reading, they are literal, emotional, moral, symbolic and hyperbolic. 100 Years of Glory, The Terminal, Avatar, To Kill a Mockingbird and Spaceballs are some of my favourite movies and books that contain at least one of the five levels of reading.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Please Do not Cell Me!
Life is pretty interesting, even if it is pretty short. You would never believe all the conversations I have listened in on, the secrets I have heard or the millions of messages I have sent around the world! Whether it’s Alisson from Canada or Aleksandr from Russia, you can bet I’ve heard most of them converse.
Unfortunately, a nasty trend has started occurring in the past decade or so. If a person laid hands on me 10 years ago, I would be their friend for a long time to come. Nowadays, people throw us cell phones in the garbage after a year or so and buy a new, less-reliable, un-trustworthy phone! Humans keep replacing us and it just isn’t fair!
I also get sick quite often because people just can not keep their hands off of me! I take this as a compliment, but absorbing all those germs it still not a fun experience.
Despite our increasingly shorter life spans and the deathly diseases I pick up, life goes on. I am an optimist and take the most out of life. All those words passing through me remain interesting!
Unfortunately, a nasty trend has started occurring in the past decade or so. If a person laid hands on me 10 years ago, I would be their friend for a long time to come. Nowadays, people throw us cell phones in the garbage after a year or so and buy a new, less-reliable, un-trustworthy phone! Humans keep replacing us and it just isn’t fair!
I also get sick quite often because people just can not keep their hands off of me! I take this as a compliment, but absorbing all those germs it still not a fun experience.
Despite our increasingly shorter life spans and the deathly diseases I pick up, life goes on. I am an optimist and take the most out of life. All those words passing through me remain interesting!
The Encounter
I opened up a cupboard in my clean, white, old-fashioned kitchen and grabbed a plastic Ziplock bag. I proceeded on to raid the rest of the cupboards. I shoved all the cookies, candy and chips I could fit into the bag. Quickly, I ran out the door into the fresh, night air, before my mom had a chance to tell me to go comb my brown hair, straighten my glasses, clean my room or to 'stop eating so much!' If I had a penny for all the times I heard THAT phrase before...I was skinny though, and eating did not seem to affect me.
I walked out onto the lamp lit street in front of my house. The road was empty - everyone must have been asleep. So I decided to walk down the middle of the street.
I opened up the Ziplock bag I had brought with me and searched for my favourite chocolate chip cookies. My head was down as I continued the search.
WHAM!
"What the fu-?" I yelled as I fell to the ground and landed hard on my butt. My snacks had flown every which way out of the bag.
There was a blinding light which forced me to cover my eyes with my arm.
"Your lucky I wasn't a car young man!" It was a males voice. "You had better watch where you're walki-wait a second! Is that a Ziplock bag I see?" I felt the plastic bag get snatched out of my grasp.
"Please sir," I stammered. "Let me see you and please give me back my snacks!"
The light dimmed, and I could now see a tall, handsome, white haired man standing in front of me. He was wearing a white suit, white dress pants and a white pair of shoes as well. 'Wait a second,' I thought. 'I know this man!'
It was none other than the face and the man from -
"Glad is the number one brand of plastic storage devices, and lucky for you," he smiled, showing his blinding white teeth, "I have a free sample for you! Take this new bag -" He handed me a Glad plastic bag, "and take it home to your family. Spread the good news and tell them to use Glad! While you do that, I will dispose of this Ziplock piece of garbage!"
He held up my old bag in front of his face and furrowed his white eyebrows.
Pulling out a sharp, silver needle from his front suit pocket, he poked a hole in the Ziplock bag.
"See?" he said. "It even has a hole in it! You would do best to use Glad - the number one brand of plastic storage devices I might add - from now on!" He smiled down at me again, almost mockingly, as if he thought I was a two year old child. I just sat in awe - well, angry awe - from my spot on the street.
Finally, I found strength to stand up. Despite the distracting and bright glow that surrounded the man, I stared my opponent down.
"Our family does not like Glad," I said, holding back a sob. "My dog choked on one of your evil bags and died a few years back. Ever since, we have used Ziplock as our preferred brand for plastic storage devices."
The man from Glad was at a loss for words for a few moments, but regained his composure quickly.
"A few years back I was not the Glad representative my son," he chided. "Our product has become 100% more reliable, safe and affordable since I have taken over!" When he saw I had no interest in his lies, he spoke again.
"Anyways, it's past your bedtime isn't it son?" He placed his hands on my shoulders, turned me 180 degrees and patted my bum as he urged me on home.
"Take that Glad bag home now," he called as I started walking, "and remember to stay off the road! Or else you could get hit by a c-"
THUD.
On hearing the noise, I spun back around. A red Chrysler had driven by and in it's trail it had left a crumpled white suit and dress pants on the ground. There was no body in that suit and the man from Glad had seemingly disappeared! The clothes on the road no longer glowed and the street was dark once again, lit only by the streetlights, which periodically flickered on and off.
I came to the conclusion that he had been hit by the red Chrysler and turned back around towards home. I threw the Glad bag over my shoulder, onto the empty street behind me without a second thought.
"Don't preach something if you don't know it yourself," I muttered under my breath, as I continued walking home, wondering what-on-Earth had just happened.
I walked out onto the lamp lit street in front of my house. The road was empty - everyone must have been asleep. So I decided to walk down the middle of the street.
I opened up the Ziplock bag I had brought with me and searched for my favourite chocolate chip cookies. My head was down as I continued the search.
WHAM!
"What the fu-?" I yelled as I fell to the ground and landed hard on my butt. My snacks had flown every which way out of the bag.
There was a blinding light which forced me to cover my eyes with my arm.
"Your lucky I wasn't a car young man!" It was a males voice. "You had better watch where you're walki-wait a second! Is that a Ziplock bag I see?" I felt the plastic bag get snatched out of my grasp.
"Please sir," I stammered. "Let me see you and please give me back my snacks!"
The light dimmed, and I could now see a tall, handsome, white haired man standing in front of me. He was wearing a white suit, white dress pants and a white pair of shoes as well. 'Wait a second,' I thought. 'I know this man!'
It was none other than the face and the man from -
"Glad is the number one brand of plastic storage devices, and lucky for you," he smiled, showing his blinding white teeth, "I have a free sample for you! Take this new bag -" He handed me a Glad plastic bag, "and take it home to your family. Spread the good news and tell them to use Glad! While you do that, I will dispose of this Ziplock piece of garbage!"
He held up my old bag in front of his face and furrowed his white eyebrows.
Pulling out a sharp, silver needle from his front suit pocket, he poked a hole in the Ziplock bag.
"See?" he said. "It even has a hole in it! You would do best to use Glad - the number one brand of plastic storage devices I might add - from now on!" He smiled down at me again, almost mockingly, as if he thought I was a two year old child. I just sat in awe - well, angry awe - from my spot on the street.
Finally, I found strength to stand up. Despite the distracting and bright glow that surrounded the man, I stared my opponent down.
"Our family does not like Glad," I said, holding back a sob. "My dog choked on one of your evil bags and died a few years back. Ever since, we have used Ziplock as our preferred brand for plastic storage devices."
The man from Glad was at a loss for words for a few moments, but regained his composure quickly.
"A few years back I was not the Glad representative my son," he chided. "Our product has become 100% more reliable, safe and affordable since I have taken over!" When he saw I had no interest in his lies, he spoke again.
"Anyways, it's past your bedtime isn't it son?" He placed his hands on my shoulders, turned me 180 degrees and patted my bum as he urged me on home.
"Take that Glad bag home now," he called as I started walking, "and remember to stay off the road! Or else you could get hit by a c-"
THUD.
On hearing the noise, I spun back around. A red Chrysler had driven by and in it's trail it had left a crumpled white suit and dress pants on the ground. There was no body in that suit and the man from Glad had seemingly disappeared! The clothes on the road no longer glowed and the street was dark once again, lit only by the streetlights, which periodically flickered on and off.
I came to the conclusion that he had been hit by the red Chrysler and turned back around towards home. I threw the Glad bag over my shoulder, onto the empty street behind me without a second thought.
"Don't preach something if you don't know it yourself," I muttered under my breath, as I continued walking home, wondering what-on-Earth had just happened.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
A Little Stroke of Luck
You would never have guessed what happened to my little, brass boot. Received as a gift from my grandmother, it had the words 'ignore the ringing and use my luck' etched in its side. I did not understand what these words meant. To me, the boot (that was no more than a thumb's length in size) was useless! What was I going to do with a little, brass boot? However, I had noticed something in my photograph of when I went to Disney World. If you look closely behind my red and blue bathing suit, you can clearly see the brass boot, sitting on the wall I was leaning on. For all I know, the boot could have been yelling at me, but I would not have noticed because I was busy listening to my favourite song on my iPod at the time.
What is strange, however, is when you look at my other photographs of when I was in Nova Scotia and New York, New York, you can see the boot behind me in the majority of the photographs. I was being followed. The brass boot must have been aggressive to the ticket agent at the airport in order to find seats on my plane and follow me to my several destinations around North America. I even have pictures of myself swimming in the seemingly endless and beautifully blue Pacific Ocean on my trip to Hawaii, where, looking closely on the left corner of the picture, you can see a red fish. Okay, so the boot didn't follow me to Hawaii, but I bet he tried awfully hard to!
When I got home from all that travelling, I took off my shoes and walked inside. My mom had McDonalds ready for me when I got home. My stomach grumbled hungrily and in anticipation as I opened up the first bag. All that travelling had made me hungry! Instead of seeing a cheeseburger when I opened the bag, I saw the wrappers of several cheeseburgers littering the bottom of the bag. There was no more food! But then I saw something else. Nestled warmly amongst the wrappers was - you guessed it - the little, brass boot. If it had a face, right now it would definitely be smiling mockingly at me. Angrily, I picked up the boot and was about to throw it in the garbage, when the phone rang. Then I saw those words on the boot once more: 'Ignore the ringing and use my luck!'
Making a split-second decision, I ignored the ringing and put the boot in my pocket. It was one of the best decisions of my life. To this day I carry the boot around in my pocket and it has made me a very lucky person! At least I think so anyway. I also learned a valuable lesson from that boot - to not throw something away if at first it appears useless - and I swear to you, that is exactly how it all went down.
What is strange, however, is when you look at my other photographs of when I was in Nova Scotia and New York, New York, you can see the boot behind me in the majority of the photographs. I was being followed. The brass boot must have been aggressive to the ticket agent at the airport in order to find seats on my plane and follow me to my several destinations around North America. I even have pictures of myself swimming in the seemingly endless and beautifully blue Pacific Ocean on my trip to Hawaii, where, looking closely on the left corner of the picture, you can see a red fish. Okay, so the boot didn't follow me to Hawaii, but I bet he tried awfully hard to!
When I got home from all that travelling, I took off my shoes and walked inside. My mom had McDonalds ready for me when I got home. My stomach grumbled hungrily and in anticipation as I opened up the first bag. All that travelling had made me hungry! Instead of seeing a cheeseburger when I opened the bag, I saw the wrappers of several cheeseburgers littering the bottom of the bag. There was no more food! But then I saw something else. Nestled warmly amongst the wrappers was - you guessed it - the little, brass boot. If it had a face, right now it would definitely be smiling mockingly at me. Angrily, I picked up the boot and was about to throw it in the garbage, when the phone rang. Then I saw those words on the boot once more: 'Ignore the ringing and use my luck!'
Making a split-second decision, I ignored the ringing and put the boot in my pocket. It was one of the best decisions of my life. To this day I carry the boot around in my pocket and it has made me a very lucky person! At least I think so anyway. I also learned a valuable lesson from that boot - to not throw something away if at first it appears useless - and I swear to you, that is exactly how it all went down.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Five Books I Would Love to Eat!
If digesting large amounts of paper was possible, or if paper had a good taste and was worthwhile to ingest, I would definitely create a list of books that I would want to eat!
If I were to pick up a book and eat it right now, it would definitely be Twilight, by Stephanie Meyer. Why you may ask? The hype and the fans this book has created drives me crazy! Besides, it does not even have a great story line. Vampires would never fall in love - all they care about is to suck blood and to kill people! Though it is kind of hypocritical of me to eat this book - I like the Harry Potter series and I like the hype and popularity that surrounds them - I do not care one bit. Twilight needs to be eaten and Twilight fans need to calm down!
The second piece of literature on my list that I would love to devour, would be Inherit the Wind. I genuinely loved reading this book, loved the plot, learned a lot about both religion and evolution and I think this book would be one delicious meal! Now, if you did not know already, I am an atheist and a devoted one at that! So I would not only eat this book because I loved the plot and scenario, but because I could also digest and know all the smart quotes said by Henry Drummond (the defender of Bert Cates who wanted to teach his class the theory of evolution), and use them for myself when I saw myself in one of the many religious debates between me and my brother!
Another book I would definitely eat, would be Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Oh, it would be a very delicious book! Compared to some people, I may not be a Harry Potter fanatic, but I am still a huge fan of the Harry Potter series by J.K Rowling. To be honest, I would eat all seven of the Harry Potter books if I could! But if I had to choose one it would definitely be my favourite, the Order of the Phoenix, a book that I have read over and over for a countless number of times! Eating it would allow me to enjoy the book whenever I wished and would save me a lot of time (the Order of the Phoenix has over 500 pages!). For no other purpose than to enjoy the book whenever I wanted to, I would eat Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in a heartbeat!!
Fourth on my list of books to eat would definitely be 100 Years of Glory, one of many complete biographies of the Montreal Canadiens! I own several books about the Montreal Canadiens (the best hockey team in the world!), but my favourite one by far is 100 Years of Glory. It is a great book created to commemorate the team's 100th anniversary and relate the story of every event and every legendary player of the team's long (kind of like this sentence) and glorious history. First and foremost, I am a ginormous fan (and ginormous still does not do justice in describing how big of a fan I am) of the Montreal Canadiens, so it would logical for me to eat this book. Secondly, though my knowledge of the Canadiens is fairly extensive already, eating this book would allow me to know almost every single thing about the team! If someone came up to me and asked, 'how many goals did Jean Beliveau score in the 1958-59 season?', I would know the answer right away! Besides, any Montreal Canadiens book would taste awesome, right? Mmmmmm!!!
Lastly, the Canadian Law Book that can be found in room 218 at Orchard Park, would polish up an already delicious list of books I would love to eat! Eating this book would allow me to know all of Canadian laws so I could follow them, and so I could find loopholes in the law much more easy! Sure, call me a dilinquent or a rebel, but knowing all of Canadian laws inside and out could prove to be very beneficial! Whether in a tricky situation where knowing a law that the general public may not know, finding loopholes to sue companies (cha-ching!) or just to make sure I follow the law, eating the Canadian Law Book would be very beneficial! It would kind of be like vegetables I suppose...very beneficial, but it sure wouldn't taste very great!
If I were to pick up a book and eat it right now, it would definitely be Twilight, by Stephanie Meyer. Why you may ask? The hype and the fans this book has created drives me crazy! Besides, it does not even have a great story line. Vampires would never fall in love - all they care about is to suck blood and to kill people! Though it is kind of hypocritical of me to eat this book - I like the Harry Potter series and I like the hype and popularity that surrounds them - I do not care one bit. Twilight needs to be eaten and Twilight fans need to calm down!
The second piece of literature on my list that I would love to devour, would be Inherit the Wind. I genuinely loved reading this book, loved the plot, learned a lot about both religion and evolution and I think this book would be one delicious meal! Now, if you did not know already, I am an atheist and a devoted one at that! So I would not only eat this book because I loved the plot and scenario, but because I could also digest and know all the smart quotes said by Henry Drummond (the defender of Bert Cates who wanted to teach his class the theory of evolution), and use them for myself when I saw myself in one of the many religious debates between me and my brother!
Another book I would definitely eat, would be Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Oh, it would be a very delicious book! Compared to some people, I may not be a Harry Potter fanatic, but I am still a huge fan of the Harry Potter series by J.K Rowling. To be honest, I would eat all seven of the Harry Potter books if I could! But if I had to choose one it would definitely be my favourite, the Order of the Phoenix, a book that I have read over and over for a countless number of times! Eating it would allow me to enjoy the book whenever I wished and would save me a lot of time (the Order of the Phoenix has over 500 pages!). For no other purpose than to enjoy the book whenever I wanted to, I would eat Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in a heartbeat!!
Fourth on my list of books to eat would definitely be 100 Years of Glory, one of many complete biographies of the Montreal Canadiens! I own several books about the Montreal Canadiens (the best hockey team in the world!), but my favourite one by far is 100 Years of Glory. It is a great book created to commemorate the team's 100th anniversary and relate the story of every event and every legendary player of the team's long (kind of like this sentence) and glorious history. First and foremost, I am a ginormous fan (and ginormous still does not do justice in describing how big of a fan I am) of the Montreal Canadiens, so it would logical for me to eat this book. Secondly, though my knowledge of the Canadiens is fairly extensive already, eating this book would allow me to know almost every single thing about the team! If someone came up to me and asked, 'how many goals did Jean Beliveau score in the 1958-59 season?', I would know the answer right away! Besides, any Montreal Canadiens book would taste awesome, right? Mmmmmm!!!
Lastly, the Canadian Law Book that can be found in room 218 at Orchard Park, would polish up an already delicious list of books I would love to eat! Eating this book would allow me to know all of Canadian laws so I could follow them, and so I could find loopholes in the law much more easy! Sure, call me a dilinquent or a rebel, but knowing all of Canadian laws inside and out could prove to be very beneficial! Whether in a tricky situation where knowing a law that the general public may not know, finding loopholes to sue companies (cha-ching!) or just to make sure I follow the law, eating the Canadian Law Book would be very beneficial! It would kind of be like vegetables I suppose...very beneficial, but it sure wouldn't taste very great!
Thursday, February 4, 2010
25 Things I like to Write, or Write About
1. Short Stories
2. Newspaper articles
3. Fiction in general
4. Montreal Canadiens
5. Opinion pieces
6. Statistics
7. Reviews (e.g. on songs or books)
8. Fake advertisements
9. Facebook status updates
10. Blogs
11. Text messages
12. Good vacation spots
13. Cards
14. Theories
15. History
16. Global warming
17. Tennis
18. Letters
19. TV shows
20. Russia
21. Canada
22. Current World Issues
23. E-mail
24. Conspiracies
25. Complete and utter nonsense on the inter-web!
2. Newspaper articles
3. Fiction in general
4. Montreal Canadiens
5. Opinion pieces
6. Statistics
7. Reviews (e.g. on songs or books)
8. Fake advertisements
9. Facebook status updates
10. Blogs
11. Text messages
12. Good vacation spots
13. Cards
14. Theories
15. History
16. Global warming
17. Tennis
18. Letters
19. TV shows
20. Russia
21. Canada
22. Current World Issues
23. E-mail
24. Conspiracies
25. Complete and utter nonsense on the inter-web!
Welcome to the Kastle!
Greetings to the people of cyberspace - welcome to my blog! It's Krazy Kreshmir talkin'!
That's right - I spelled crazy with a 'k' and there is nothing you can do about it!
To quickly introduce myself, some of you who I am familiar with may know me as Kreshmir, but chances are most of you probably know me as Dan. Or Daniel. Or Daniel C....or Danny C....you get the picture!
To go over some facts about myself I am an average 17 year old teenager who is in grade 12 and currently attends Orchard Park Secondary School. I enjoy watching and playing hockey, listening to and playing music, learning and discussing about history, discussing current issues in the news and of course, writing! Surprisingly, I took a music, history, law, english and of course a writer's craft course (wooooo, go writers craft!!) this year! :P
I will also be attending grade 13 next year, or in other words, coming back to Orchard Park for a 'victory lap.'
No you funny people reading this, I am not returning to OP because I have failed a course, but rather for a variety of other reasons!
After my victory lap I definitely plan on going to university in the near future, possibly majoring in history or english.
I also just want to make sure that everyone knows I am a huge Montreal Canadiens fan! When you think of Krazy Kreshmir, you should think of the Canadiens! I never miss their games and the Canadiens mean a lot to me.
Go Habs Go!!
Anyways, as you can see by my blog I am not the strongest writer in the world but I look forward to making my writing much stronger, having a great writer's craft course, having a great second semester here at OP and having a great time writing more blogs.
Until next time,
Krazy Kreshmir, signing out.
That's right - I spelled crazy with a 'k' and there is nothing you can do about it!
To quickly introduce myself, some of you who I am familiar with may know me as Kreshmir, but chances are most of you probably know me as Dan. Or Daniel. Or Daniel C....or Danny C....you get the picture!
To go over some facts about myself I am an average 17 year old teenager who is in grade 12 and currently attends Orchard Park Secondary School. I enjoy watching and playing hockey, listening to and playing music, learning and discussing about history, discussing current issues in the news and of course, writing! Surprisingly, I took a music, history, law, english and of course a writer's craft course (wooooo, go writers craft!!) this year! :P
I will also be attending grade 13 next year, or in other words, coming back to Orchard Park for a 'victory lap.'
No you funny people reading this, I am not returning to OP because I have failed a course, but rather for a variety of other reasons!
After my victory lap I definitely plan on going to university in the near future, possibly majoring in history or english.
I also just want to make sure that everyone knows I am a huge Montreal Canadiens fan! When you think of Krazy Kreshmir, you should think of the Canadiens! I never miss their games and the Canadiens mean a lot to me.
Go Habs Go!!
Anyways, as you can see by my blog I am not the strongest writer in the world but I look forward to making my writing much stronger, having a great writer's craft course, having a great second semester here at OP and having a great time writing more blogs.
Until next time,
Krazy Kreshmir, signing out.
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