Vancouver, feat. LMFAO, Ke$ha and My Sisters.

For those of you that read my blog, you probably knew or had the idea that I got VIP tickets to the Ke$ha concert last night in Vancouver. I went with my two closest sisters and we really had one of the most incredible nights ever!

This concert is something that I’ve been waiting a long time for with my sisters. We bought our VIP tickets a couple of

My Sisters and I At The Concert (I Look Mental... Oh Well...)

months ago and have been pumping ourselves up everyday since. The wait did end up a little stressful though; on Wednesday we checked the mail again, but still didn’t have our tickets yet. Since the concert was only another 2 days away, I decided to phone the ticketing company to see what I could do if the tickets don’t arrive.

After waiting almost an hour on hold with Ticketmaster and listening to the same annoying instrumental song over and over and over again, I finally got to talk to the customer service representative. She told me that our tickets were never even sent because the Postal Workers Strike was going on at the same time we purchased our VIP package. I have to admit, that made me a bit mad. If they weren’t sent because of that, then why didn’t they send them either after the strike was over or at least let us know. So after a bit of a bickering, the lady finally let us able to just print off our tickets. I was a little disappointed too, its always nice to have a hard copy of the ticket to keep as a memory. But it was alright in the end, I ended up with lots of souvenirs in a way (Ke$ha condoms she shot out in the crowd, free buttons were handed out, an LMFAO glowstick and tonnes of glitter!).

Friday morning I left at about 9AM, this way I could pick up one of my sisters at 10 and the other at 11. Plus Vancouver is a few hundred kilometres away, so it takes about 5 hours of driving to get there from my house. Although, when I picked up my first sister, we made a quick stop at Wal-Mart to get some glitter for Ke$ha!

Another hour later, we arrived at my older sisters house. This was a little longer of a stop since she was giving the babysitter instructions about where to find things, typical bedtimes etc. But we were soon on our way!

To be honest, I was a little worried that we would be a bit reserved or even awkward with each other a tad since it’s been so long since the three of us really hung out like this. I gotta say though, it was a great experience and definitely didn’t end up being that way at all.

We actually learned a lot about each other during the long drive and definitely noted a lot of sibling similarities. We got talking about some of our bad habits that we have, which is something we never really admit to each other. We were just listing them off as we thought of them, and it turned out that 95% of the things one of us mentioned was pretty mutual between us. I always kinda just took all that for granted and I feel as though this trip brought us closer as siblings.

Once in Vancouver, finding our hotel proved to be a little difficult. We managed to get a pretty affordable room on Robson Street, at a hotel called The Barclay. But on the way, we thought we would use the GPS since we didn’t note what street the hotel was on. That ended up not really being the smartest idea since the GPS decided to be pubescent and non-cooperative. It took us around in circles and down some very creepy and sketchy back allies. Then at one point it lost where we were and decided we were in the middle of the Pacific ocean. We did manage to find our hotel though and got checked in right away.

By that point we just had a couple hours until the concert since it started at 7:30, so my sisters began to get ready.

When it came to doing their makeup, this meant it was time for my sisters to get the glitter going. I let them spray my beard with glitter a bit, but then they really went nuts on the glitter. It was literally like the Glitter Fairy threw up all over our hotel room. Especially the bathroom. There was glitter everywhere in our hotel room. Even where you’d least expect it. I just hope I don’t get charged extra on my credit card for that huge mess of glitter. Especially since we started drinking a bit while getting ready too. It wasn’t anything really heavy, just a mix of a double of vodka, topped off with some lemonade and club soda. It actually tasted pretty decent too.

At about 6:40 we started walking to Rogers Arena, getting excited the entire way. Once inside, we got ourselves two beers each and headed down to the floor level VIP section. Meaning the very front, at the stage. Literally spitting distance from Ke$ha, LMFAO and Spank Rock.

At this point, the first opening act, Spank Rock was starting his portion. Neither of us even heard of him before, but he was pretty decent with his performance, rapping and stage presence. He did what he was supposed to do and get the crowd pumped for the main event, Ke$ha.

Next they set up quite quickly for LMFAO to do their part. It really didn’t take any time at all. Also, by this point the stadium was completely full. I know LMFAO is pretty popular right now, but in all of the concerts I’ve been to, I have never seen an opening act perform with a completely full stadium like that.

I understand why now.

LMFAO did an amazing show! They had an incredible stage presence and were very unique on stage. They even had a huge inflatable zebra flying around the stadium as the crowd shoved it all over the place. Plus not to mention they had some of the most amazing dancers I’ve ever seen as well, they really did some crazy stuff. The entire crowd was dancing, singing and screaming along to their music, which was quite amazing as well, playing up the DJing and sounding just like the album or even better. Lastly, they were really funny too and did a perfect job at getting us all fired up for the main event still to come. But best of all, they put on a really long show for an opening act.

By the time Ke$ha came out, everyone was already on their feet due to LMFAO and really feeling the energy from their music. The crowd and the loud bass beat from Ke$ha’s drummer was starting to blow the roof off the place, then she emerged into the darkness, wearing these awesome light up glasses!

Next, the spotlights clicked onto her and she started to sing!

This was the first concert I’ve been to where I was disappointed from the main act. Ke$ha wasn’t that great of a singer, her voice was way worse than from her albums and a lot of the time she wasn’t even singing, just kinda yelling. Plus she was kinda chunky too! I was shocked. I mean, the money we paid to go to the concert was worth it (because of LMFAO), but we were still disappointed and thought that Ke$ha should be opening for LMFAO instead.

So when the concert ended, we were just leaving the doors of Rogers Arena when some guy offered us a little flyer. Usually we just ignore those people in Vancouver because they are just soliciting random things that never pertain to us, but luckily for us, this time we actually took them. It was a little card that was advertising an afterparty for LMFAO at a club called The Helm, located on Howe Street, Downtown Vancouver. The card actually said, “Featuring the setlist from SkyBlu of LMFAO”, so we figured it was just a DJ mixing some LMFAO songs or whatnot. But for some reason, we were feeling spontaneous and kinda wanting to make up for our disappointment of Ke$ha, so we started heading for The Helm.

Once we arrived, there wasn’t really a lineup, but there was a sign that said everyone needed to be on the guestlist in order to get in. So we kinda felt defeated and began to leave to our hotel. But after walking a couple metres, we just decided to go back and at least try to get in since we walked all that distance to get there.

Of course though, I got designated to be the talker.

When I approached the bouncer at the door (whom was probably 3 times my size), I simply asked if I would be able to get in with my two sisters.

His reply was, “Ok… Are you on the guestlist?”

I felt defeated after he asked that because I figured that when when I said “No”, he would tell us we wouldn’t be able to get in. Luck was going my way for once though and he told me, “You know what, I think I have room for three more if you show us some ID and pay $60 for the cover.” So we horked over our ID’s, the $60, and were stamped in.

I had never paid that much for a cover charge, usually I try not to pay any more than $10 for a cover, otherwise it was too expensive and not worth it. But since we were being spontaneous that night, we swiftly handed over the cash.

When we first arrived, we were a little unsure as to what to think of the place. It was pretty fancy and the DJ was going crazy on the stage, but the mood and vibe wasn’t really set yet, so it didn’t feel completely right. With that feeling we decided to get another drink, so I got my favorite, a pint of Guinness. It was a pretty big pint though, but I didn’t mind, it was Guinness!

When we were walking through the crowd with our drinks, my two sisters were walking in front of me, heading somewhere. I was mostly just busy elbowing people out of the way, being a little aggressive to stand my ground and not get separated from my sisters. Then all of a sudden my sisters stopped in their tracks. The one leading the way had this crazy look on her face, as if she were a dear in the headlights; then my sister behind her was pointing with her mouth hanging open at the guy beside us.

So I elbowed him once he was next to me, like I was doing to everyone else.

When I looked at him though, we made eye contact and instantly I got the same look on my face as my first sister, plus the mouth hanging like my second sister combined.

It was the guys from LMFAO!

I couldn’t believe my eyes and was completely shocked. They went up on the small stage platform, and starting DJing the club.

It was awesome!

They are quite intense and wicked DJ’s, playing some awesome songs and even performing quite a number of theirs. Myself and my two sisters managed to elbow our way to the front of the crowd and get on some intense dancing with the crowd. The entire energy and feeling of the place picked up significantly and it was my best clubbing experience ever! All their dancers were there too, giving everyone free shots and dancing like crazy, even the super cute and hot dancer girl from the concert!

While they were DJing one of their own songs and singing and such, there was this girl directly in front of me dancing away, and obviously really drunk. She actually took her shirt and bra off, it was pretty intense and she didn’t even get kicked out neither like most places would do. But it really was insane in there.

Finally, sometime after 2 AM, we got way too hot and sweaty that we needed to get out, so we headed back to the hotel, making a pitstop at McDonald’s first though for a late night snack.

 

This post doesn’t really do the night any justice since it was so epic (and this is coming from a guy that Never says “epic”), but I just wanted to share it with my friends on the interwebs. My sisters and I also vowed to come back to Vancouver again when LMFAO get their own tour going.

 

Tyson Trepidations.

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A Mall, A Girl, And A Big Bad Dude.

Lately I’ve been having some pretty intense dreams revolving around me being against everyone else in an apocalypse-like situation. It’s not a recurring dream or anything like that, just different dreams focused on that subject matter. I mainly remember two of them, but I’m just going to talk about the one which I remember most.

It started fairly abstract, I never really suspected the dream to end up the way it was. But it began with me wandering around some sort of desert-like area, but it was more cold than hot. I guess it could be considered a wasteland more than anything. Mostly though, it wasn’t colourful at all; no vegetation, no people, no animals. Just myself wandering alone, in search for a place to call home for a night and praying to find some sort of food.

Somewhere along the way, I noticed a person in the distance. They seemed very far, so I thought it may have been a mirage or just my mind messing with the reality of the situation. But as I closed the distance between us, I began to realize that the person was real. Not only that, but there was some sort of large building in the horizon as well.

At first encounter, the man didn’t really seem to trust me, his body gestures suggested that he found me as a threat. But after reassuring him I wouldn’t hurt him or do anything bad, he reluctantly guided me to the building.

The building ended up being a large mall that now stood as a refuge and shelter for survivors of the apocalypse that occurred. The entire town inside the mall was controlled by one guy, I never caught his name in the dream, nor did I meet him until later. But the first thing that I observed, was that the people of this small colony within the mall looked up to him and bowed down to him. In fact, if they didn’t, they would often be punished by his protective crew. I guess the reason that they followed him rituously was that he provided them with a home and protection. Although, as a result, I would consider him corrupt by the power he held.

When I got inside, people immediately noticed that I was a new face. Some of them looked worried about this, but the hospitable ones took me to a bench of sorts where I was able to get some sleep.

I awoke from the feeling of being watched. So when I sat up, I automatically glanced around to see who or what disturbed my peace. I noticed it was a bunch of goons hanging out at a once been coffee booth nearby. I could immediately tell that they wanted to start trouble with me, the unfamiliar person. I could tell by their body gestures and the looks they were giving me. Next thing I knew, they were approaching me and each pulling out an array of weapons, from guns to knives. Observing that, I quickly stood up and weaved into a crowd of people around the food court area of this mall. They were still all after me, and caught up, beginning to throw punches, swing their weapons and cock their guns.

For some reason, I had these amazingly smooth and quick reflexes (that I obviously don’t have in real life), and fought away most of the goons without getting hurt and much like in action movies. Until one starting shooting. He missed me, but hit several people in the crowd, making everyone scream and begin to flee.

Suddenly, the one goon that was doing the shooting was shot himself. It was a fatal hit to the head. After a scan of where it came from, I found the man that did the damage. He was huge, at least 7 feet tall and biceps as large as my head. He fired his shot from an entire floor above, with his gun still smoking from the muzzle. I knew instantly, that was the power hungry individual that basically ran the place. Not to mention, he was surrounded by quite the number of personal guards.

Next thing I knew, this man was right in front of me, telling me that although I’m a new face, I better catch on to the rules and flow of the place if I wanted to stay there alive. But most importantly, not to defy his rule.

With that in mind, I went about exploring the colonized mall, familiarizing myself with it since it would be my home for at least a bit. While exploring, I bump into this girl (I know, all of my dreams have some sort of random girl for whatever reason), and when I look at her, we meet each others gazes. She was a beautiful girl, but like all my dreams, I can never remember what she looks like, only what I thought about her when we met.

All I thought was that she was a beautiful girl.

After meeting each others eyes, we instantly connected with that electric feeling you get when you meet the eyes of someone amazing. So she joined me and showed me around the mall, telling me about the people and revealing all the secrets she knew about the place. Even saying that the people were actually afraid of the guy that was in charge, but were too grateful for a home to complain.

We got to know each other fairly well and talked nonstop; she even gave me a place to spend the night. It was at that point that I told her I wouldn’t be able to stay for long under their leaders rule, and would have to move on like I always have. She understood, but I could tell that inside she was quite sad. As was I.

The next morning though, I must have gotten too friendly with the wrong girl. When I awoke there were some of the leaders security guards waiting for me to stir. With that, I knew I’d have to make my move then and now. So I set out with a swift yet elegant attack on the security men, and began to run towards the mall exit.

It was looking as though I would make it too, I could see the doors straight ahead and nothing was blocking the way out into the wasteland again. Then all of a sudden there were several security guards and the mall colony leader taking up all the space in front of the doors. With my exit blocked, the only choice I had was to stop and observe my surroundings for another escape.

There was no other escape though.

As I was continuing my frantic search, the leader pulled out that beautiful girl I had met and had her all tied up. She was crying and obviously distraught of the entire situation. I don’t remember what the leader dude man said, but I know it was hostile, especially since he took off his jacket to deal with me himself; apparently with his bare hands too since he handed off his weapons and such to his security team. The one observation I made, was that guy was triple my size.

I prepared myself for him as he slowly made his gradual approach, cracking his knuckles and chuckling at me for being a lot smaller. I knew my only advantage was that I would probably be able to move a lot faster than he would.

As soon as he was close enough, he already began to throw the punches, sending the first for the head. I was able to dodge that one pretty quickly, but it didn’t deter him at all. He started throwing more punches, each of which I was able to dodge as well, but some were pretty close since I could feel the air disturbance from his swings.

I began to back up the immobile escalators, knowing that being at a higher ground would serve as an advantage to me for a little and give me a chance to think. I didn’t think of much though as I was quickly running out of escalator to go up, so once at the top, I hopped over the escalator railing onto a ledge that apparently held some plants at one point.

He followed in same manner, except moreso stepping over the railing with his massive height.

As I backed towards the edge of the ledge I knew this was the time I needed to do something, so when he was once again close enough to throw a punch, I ducked and tucked away behind him quickly. Then I immediately gave him a kick to the side as hard as I could.

Thanks to his missed swing, he lost his balance a little; mixed with my hard kick, the leader plummeted off of the ledge and onto the ground. I’m not sure if the fall killed him, but he was definitely injured. Luckily, his guards and all the people were too stunned to pay attention to me anymore, and went immediately to help their ferocious leader. Plus some were a bit afraid of me, the dangerous new guy. But as I was exiting, I made sure to untie that beautiful girl.

Who Is That Beautiful Mystery Girl?

Then I left.

Just like that.

I didn’t even look back even though I really wanted to, just to see that beautiful girl one more time.

A couple of kilometres down the wasteland, I began to hear the sound of someone running towards me. I figured it was the guards coming with extra ammo to get me back for what I did to their boss. Either that or the leader guy was alright and coming after me.

When I turned around though, I was surprised.

Probably the best surprise I ever had in that apocalyptic world, and probably the first smile I had since too.

It was that beautiful girl, coming to join me and be my partner on whatever adventure I was heading to next.

 

“I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely.” – Revelations 21:6, King James Version

 

Tyson Trepidations.

Boys Eat Dirt

One of my older sisters came down today for the long weekend, and we were all making a bit of a plan for our trip to Vancouver next week for the concert. Next thing we knew, we were talking about how it’s the first time we are doing something together in a while. I mean I’ll hang out with my sisters, but usually its one at a time sort of thing.

My sister Phalon is pretty close to my age. She’s only a year older (except people constantly think that she’s younger than me). Then my next sister, Paige, is seven years older than me.

Somehow we got talking about some of the stunts that my sister Phalon and I got into when we were younger since we were so close in age.

When we were really young (I think I was going on 4 years old), and just moved to this town, I was playing outside in the dirt with my sister. My sister started telling me that I should eat some of the dirt. But being a smart almost 4 year old, I knew something was awry. So I inquired, “Why?”.

Her response to my question was something like, ” Well because all boys eat dirt!”

Of course being the much smarter, younger brother, I added, “But I never saw dad eating any dirt.”

Then came the trickery, and probably what scarred me to be the odd person I am today. My sister told me, “That’s because he does it at work with all the other boys that work there.”

So I ate dirt.

The moral of the story:

Girls are evil.

Sisters are evil.

I guess I was a little evil too as a child, but my sister was always right there by my side doing the same too. Heck, she probably egged half of it on like that dirt eating incident.

I remember our first neighbors when we moved here. They were always pretty nice at first, but after a couple of years, when I was about six or seven, they started being not very friendly to my parents. So as a result, my sister and I decided to get payback against them.

We always heard our parents talking about making their lawn greener than our neighbours too, so we decided to help them out as our first payback. So one day when our neighbours weren’t home, we took some of their bleach that they left outside and poured the entire bottle all over their front lawn. It was pretty genius of us too considering that those spots of their lawn were completely dead after some time. Then the same day, we also decided to clog their eaves, so we shoved every page from the newspaper into their eaves spout. I think we did that one because we sat there waiting about 2 minutes for their lawn to die, and when it didn’t die before our eyes, we wanted to make sure we made our point.

Over the months we tried to do more to get our revenge too.

During the fall time, they had these plants along the top of the fence, so we knocked every single of them down into their yard. During the winter we shovelled all of our snow from our back yard, into their driveway, and even made sure to get some doggy doo doo in with it too. Then in the spring, more specifically, at Easter, we got a bunch of gum from the Easter Bunny. So we chewed all of it, made a huge glob and wrapped it around the tree in their yard.

We were quite the deviants. I think those must have been the rebel days of our lives too. I kinda feel bad for our neighbours now, but I guess we could have done worse right? Besides, we were young and didn’t know any better from pouring bleach on the neighbours lawn.

“One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. ‘Which road do I take?’ she asked. ‘Where do you want to go?’ was his response. ‘I don’t know,’ Alice answered. ‘Then,’ said the cat, ‘it doesn’t matter.” – Alice In Wonderland

Tyson Trepidations.

Tonight, a Little Bit Of Everything.

I’ve been keeping myself quite busy for the last month of summer I have left, hence the slow posting so far in August. I do have some really exciting (at least to me) posts that I have planned though when I have more time!

What have I been busy with?!

Tonnes, just the other day I went into Kelowna with my best friend, basically just for a day trip. The night before though, I made sure to watch the weather network and see if I should bring my swimming shorts or not, and the weather man loser dude said it was supposed to rain! He couldn’t be more wrong, it was such a beautiful, sunny and hot day spent in my jeans and not in the lake! Oh well I guess, at least we got some amazing Vietnamese food AND I bought some really nice new tap shoes, they were over a hundred dollars, but the sound that comes off of them sound like a hundred dollar shoe! So needless to say, I was pretty happy.

I did make up for missing out on the lake though! Last night I spent the entire time at one of my favorite lakes. It was South Barriere Lake, so there was nobody else there and its such a beautiful one too since its all natural from being so far off the paved road and through some crazy nasty dirt road. But once you do arrive, the nasty drive is more than worth it. Plus, I got lots of marshmellows roasted and caught a couple fish, but decided to just release them. On the way home, that nasty road got the best of me and gave me a flat tire though… It would have been alright if I drove my own car, it only takes a couple minutes to change a tire on her. But last night, I traded my car for my dad’s since his handles the bumpy dirt roads better than mine does. Although when I got a flat in his car, and went to get the jack and spare tire, I found my dad’s 150 pound tool box sitting on top of the spare. Now I’m in pretty good shape and lift a lot of fairly hefty boxes at work, but I gotta admit, I struggled getting that tool box out of the trunk. When I finally got the jack and everything though, I found that all the nuts holding the tires were rusty, so rusty that I couldn’t even turn them when tugging the wrench with all my strength. The toolbox ended up coming in assistance though when I improvised a longer handle for the tire wrench and finally got the nuts to unscrew and get the tire changed.

Other than those two adventures, I’ve been just relaxing and doing some thinking. I came to the realization that I like dating a girl that’s younger than me by a few years rather than the same age or older. I’m not sure why, but just like the crazies, I seem to be naturally attracted to them. Also, I don’t really like a too voluptuous girl, again, I’m not sure why, it’s just not as attractive to me. Everyone says I have odd tastes though, not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

Some more notes to mention are that I taught my nephew to burp (I’m sure my sister will get payback soon), and my beard is coming along really well too for the concert! Right now it’s more like a thick stubble, but anyhow, I’ve been taking extra care in grooming it and making it perfectly even so that it’s going to be wicked for the concert next month.

One last thing! Make sure to check out Ophelia’s blog, she’s a pretty cool cat with lots of wicked things to talk about! Plus she’s very honest, humble, cute and quite funny too! You can’t go wrong.

http://opheliadear.wordpress.com/

 

 

“You shoot me down, but I wont fall, I am Titanium” – Titanium by David Guetta ft. Sia

 

Tyson Trepidations.

Kidnapping a Girl

Here I have another dream post, one that I actually remember too. Most of the time dreams just come and go leaving me with no memory of them. Or maybe I didn’t even dream?

Even though this one was action packed and quite adventurous, it isn’t filled with dinosaurs and zombies like the last dream I had to report. Instead, this time it featured myself and a friend that a kidnapped some girl to keep her safe.

 

As it had started, we were just heading out somewhere. Where? I’m not quite sure, but I was driving my car with my best friend there beside me when we came across some sort of situation. A girl that was being fighting to not be forced into this weird black car with majourly tinted windows. Instead of just driving by and not worrying about it, I decided to drive right into the guy who was trying to get the girl in the car. As soon as we ran him down, my best friend grabbed the girl and shoved her into my car, then we all drove off.

The girl was freaking as we were driving, telling us that she could handle things herself and that if we did this, they would be after us too. But we  kept cool, and told her not to worry about us anymore, we were quick thinkers. Soon though, we ended up being in a high paced car chase. We were running as more of the mysterious men pursued. We ended up losing them somehow and broke off into a dirt road heading straight into the forest. We pulled into some inconspicuous hillside and spent the night. We didn’t sleep though, we were too paranoid about the men that were chasing us and plus the girl was freaking the entire time to let her go. We never really listened and ignored that request everytime, just going on and asking her questions about her life and such instead.

The next morning, my best friend went for a walk to scope out the area before we headed off again. When he came back though, he reported he saw a group of the men were heading straight towards us, the way we came. So I drove off into the forest offroad, where they wouldn’t see us when they drove by. Once we were certain they were past though, we headed back down and made it straight towards town.

Once in town, we headed to my house so I could tell my family to leave, since I was afraid those men would come to them. When we got to my house though, there was no one there and the vehicle was gone, so I knew they were safe at that moment. But as we stood on my porch, we saw those men inconveniently coming down the street to my house. I knew they would see my car and know we were here so we ran and hid on the porch. Once they came up the steps, my friend and I attacked them, knocking them both down and I took off to make sure the girl was alright. While we were taking off though, the men caught my best friend, but we kept going at his request. After running through yards and such though, we were pretty safe and broke into someone’s empty house to hide there.

While we were there, the girl and I talked and got to know each other quite well. Actually, we got quite close and were rather attracted to each other. I know who the girl is in real life, but in the dream it was as if we just met. Although, with that said, I’m not telling who the girl is.

Not long after, I did end up waking up though. I kinda wanted to get to an epic battle at the end or something, and see how it turned out. But oh well, it was rather interesting anyways and enjoyable.

 

“Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny” – Lao-Tze

 

Tyson Trepidations.

The Spy With The Golden Thunderballs

I’m still slowly getting through Carte Blanche; the most recent of Bond book as written by Jeffrey Deaver. I’m only managing to read a couple chapters per day, but that’s alright, just makes the enjoyment last a little longer.

Actually, like a lot of people, I think James Bond is pretty wicked awesome! I love all of the Bond films and the character in general is so suave and brilliant, makes me want to get into the espionage business.

Back in the days of highschool though, I took French all the way until I graduated. I actually really enjoyed the class and wanted to learn as much French as I could since its Canada’s other official language. Of course, at my school we didn’t really have a real French teacher, so we didn’t get taught very well. That’s something that really stumped me when I got into grade twelve because my teacher really knew her French and made us speak it only. It was good, but quite the challenge considering the poor French education that I had received previously. It was mostly fun though because it was a video conferencing class, and the only students from my school there were just my best friend, Steve, and I. So we had a blast singing songs and just going crazy.

When we were in grade eleven, we had this skit assignment. We were to make a skit and perform it in French in front of everyone, as well as the english version too just for fun. Of course since Steve and I were partners, we wanted to do something different from everyone else. We were always like that and extremely creative. So as a change, we decided to turn it into a film rather than a skit. So we made our script during the class time, then when we got home, we filmed the whole thing. Everyone in the class really seemed to enjoy the films a lot too, so we were a hit. Actually, after that, it seemed like everyone in our entire had decided to go on YouTube and watched our video. Everyone seemed to know about it, even the kids we had never talked to before had started asking us about it. We didn’t mind though of course.

That film was a James Bond parody if you must, featuring my best friend as James Bond and myself as the evil scientist. We decided to make the title and amalgamation of James Bond titles and called it: “James Bond: The Spy With The Golden Thunderballs”.

After that year, we had quite an urge to make another movie. Except this time with more freedom for our creativity that the French class didn’t allow us to explore. So we went ahead and created a rough script, but mostly with improv. It was just basically an outline of our actions and a couple lines that we thought we needed to add. That one we decided to start as a new series, since the first was basically all tied up. Plus we wanted something a tad more exciting. So we ended up developing “I Saw Bond’s Bats: The Love That Was Puzzled”. In the short, it was a love story between James Bond and BatShell (A Batman type character, but a girl), being tormented by Jigsaw from the Saw films.

Soon after that one, we decided to make a third film as a sequel to the second. We made more action and had a larger cast of characters as well, but still following the original storyline. This sequel we called, “I Saw Bond’s Bats… Again: The Jigsaw Comes Together”. I’ll leave it at that.

At the end of that third film there’s a bit of cliffhanger that we had intended upon finishing, but never really got around to it. I actually hope that we do in order to conclude the series. Maybe I should look into that… We even have a final script too.

“We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give” – Winston Churchill

Tyson Trepidations.

Percey’s Seaside Antiques

This is the start to my story, it begins with an older lady named Angela Percey who owns an antique shop on the island of Saint Crista. Don’t worry though, the main character of this story isn’t this old lady with a bad memory, she just happens to the person I open with. Maybe you’ll meet the main character later though. But enjoy the small amount I’m posting of what’s going to turn into a zombie story!

Angela Percey was gazing outside the window of her little shop, Percey’s Seaside Antiques, when the sun began to fade behind the encroaching clouds.

To her it was just another day of business. She stood at her post behind the cash register, in wait for one of the shoppers to purchase some of her antiques; or as she liked to call them, her “pre-owned treasures”. Of course, she never really expected anyone to purchase anything, they rarely did. But she didn’t mind, being a widowed older lady in her mid-sixties, she just enjoyed the company of the occasional local or traveller to talk to. She actually loved to hear about the travelling and life stories of her visitors, as well as talking to some of the locals that stopped by. In fact, Angela loved her antique shop in general, it meant everything to her over the last thirty-five years that she’s been running it.

As the clouds overtook to sun, there were only four customers present at Percey’s. Only one Angela recognized as a local and like most of the residences that came in, she knew he was a fisherman. Other than that, she couldn’t remember his name, making her grow quite frustrated with her once quick mind.

She didn’t recognize any of the other three customers though, they were most likely tourists since the island of Saint Crista attracted an estimated half a million guests every year. That was always something that baffled Angela though, she could never understand nor envision that amount of people. It was probably since she only left the island once in her life, which is something she vowed to never do again. She liked the simple and stress free life that she had there, so she never felt as though she ever really needed to leave the island. For Angela, where most people see the world as small, it was always huge to her, and quite a monstrosity too.

She lived in the larger of the two towns on the island, Port Champlayne. In general, both of the towns were fairly small, with Port Chanplayne consisting of about four thousand people. Then there’s the smaller of the two, Bellwich Bay, having only about three hundred folks residing in the town. Other than the size though, both towns were mainly occupied by fishermen, retirees, and tourists from all over the world.

As Angela was lost in her own thoughts, the local fisherman then began to walk towards her, snapping her out of her own thoughts and also cause her to straighten her posture. The fisherman shot a smile at her, which she returned immediately, yet still fighting with her brain to remember his name. But almost as soon as he smiled, his face immediately went flat, straight into an empty and lifeless expression. Angela had never actually seen such an expression before, it was almost as if the soul had been sucked right out of the fisherman. All of the colour had left his face, his lips went completely flat, his eyes lifeless and no longer looking at Angela, moreso looking right through her. Angela began to feel an odd tingling sensation run over her body from head to toe, and even though it had passed quite quickly, her heart rate doubled as a result.

It was in that moment she noticed that the fisherman’s face didn’t just turn completely lifeless, his entire body did as well. He stood there in mid stride with his right foot protruded forward and arms still in their swing, but he was frozen in place. Not so much as a muscle twitch could be seen come off of his body. Nothing.

Everything about the fisherman began to horrify Angela, she reached up and placed her hands over the hollow of her neck, where her mothers medallion could always be found. She clutched onto it tightly, and told herself a quick prayer, something she had become quite accustomed to since her husband had passed away from a heart attack no more than two years prior. After a few minutes to take in the scene before her, Angela’s slow and old brain finally began to work again, and she reluctantly took her eyes off of the fisherman to look at the rest of the store.

Her shop was quite dark for mid afternoon, the clouds had blocked out a lot of the suns light, and caused an eerie green glow to protrude through the windows. Everything was very quiet though, and all Angela could hear was her own heart beating. The other three guests looked the same as the fisherman. Perfectly still. Almost as if God had pressed the pause button on all other life in her store.

Two of the people were together, Angela observed earlier when they arrived that they were a young couple, she assumed on a honeymoon or something of the sort. But now, they were frozen in place, looking at some of Angela’s antique tableware, holding her favorite bowl that she remembered was made in Sicily. On the outside, the bowl wasn’t anything special, just white porcelain. But on the inside it had the most beautiful hand painted rendition of Michelangelo’s The Creation of Adam. In the back of her mind, she wondered how she could remember a bowl was made in Sicily, but couldn’t remember a fisherman’s name. But that thought quickly passed.

The last person in Percey’s Seaside Antiques, was a middle aged woman who was completely still in a very thoughtful pose. To Angela, it looked almost as though the lady could be a mannequin, especially with her ghostly white face and the soulless expression that had subdued all of the customers in the antique store.

Angela closed her eyes, horrified at the frozen people before her, but partially frozen in place herself as a result of utter fear. She clenched her medallion with both of her hands tightly, causing the flesh in her knuckles to turn white. She prayed. It was a while since she last attended church, probably longer than she would have liked to admit. But she recited every prayer that she could remember in her head, with her eyes clamped tightly the whole time and embracing the medallion Angela’s mother had passed down to her during her childhood.

Suddenly there was a series of loud thuds that filled the room, accompanied by the sound of something breaking. The loud noise caused Angela to jump and snap open her eyes which immediately fell on the porcelain bowl, now in several pieces scattered across the floor. She scanned through the pieces of her beloved bowl and frowned deeply at the sight of it, but then she noticed the young couple that were admiring its beauty were now littered on the floor next to the porcelain shards.

Tears began to fill Angela’s eyes, as she continued to notice that all of her customers were now in a lifeless phase on the floor, appearing to be dead. Her legs began to shake under her due to fear of the situation and she fell to her knees as tears began to stream down her cheeks. She could not fathom what had happened, but was much too shaken still to try and do anything about it. Her hands finally broke free from her medallion, but only to bury her face into her hands instead, letting out a shriek of a mixture of grief, horror and shock.

After a few moments, she managed to take some deep breaths, or at least enough to stop the crying. As she wiped the tears from her cheeks and eyes, she took another glance around the room with a deep feeling that she was the only one alive in the entire store. Angela’s eyes eventually met the fisherman’s face, he still had his eyes open, a vision that would bothered her for the rest of what life she left. In his eyes, she could see the whites of them slowly turn red and his once brown iris was now completely black.

It was at that moment when she was looking into his strange eyes, she finally remembered his name.

“If you can dream it, then you can do it. Always remember this whole thing was started with a dream and a mouse” – Walt Disney
Tyson Trepidations.