First time

One of my dreams is to travel, just to experience  other cultures  and I guess to find out where I belong . Well on June 24th,  I travel for the first time by myself to the wonderful  country Canada. From getting on the plane and entering the country until the day I had departure was an experience. 
The plane ride was appropriately  6 hours. During that time , I was able to reflect and enjoy the wonderful  and fluffy clouds  in the sky just to pass the time. I think what I like most about flying you get to see the beautiful  sunset and also the country at night when the lights are on. It look so pretty. 

While in Canada, it was like a new world.  What I’m used to was so completely  different.  The weather was different,  when I was there although  it was summer.  The temperature  was a range of 13 degree Celsius  to 27 degree Celsius.  Therefore, I was constantly  wearing a jacket but eventually  my body get accustomed  to the temperature  that I didn’t always had to wear a jacket.  

Driving on the right side of the road, it was so scary  since I’m accustomed  to driving on the left side of the road.  The roads are wider and there are various speed limits on one road. The distance in getting to point A to B is much longer than I’m accustomed  to , that I slept on most of the drives lol.   The transportation  was very reliable,  the bus came on time and what had me surprised  is the people line up in a single file to board the bus. And if you’re catching more than one bus or train you ask for a transfer ticket which eliminates  you from paying again at the next destination.  Going on the train and street car was another first for me. 

The people is so warm and friendly,  I assume since Canada is a diverse  culture . The people are willing to learn where  you  came from . Them love to have a conversation  and make you feel welcome to there country.  You just feel the love. One thing I notice that these people love there animals especially  dogs and cats. But what shock me the most was people bring there dogs to the mall  like really . It was a surprise  to me but also I realized  that dogs be quiet and well behave . So for  me there  was no dancing around trying to get out of the dog way lol. Yup I hate dogs lol.  And also these people carry them dog’s for a walk no matter what time of day it is. In fact ,the treat them dog as a human you will think that dog’s  have more right than a human being  lol.

One of best memory is going to Montreal,  when you enter the island of Montreal  you convince it an other island you visiting . The atmosphere  is so different  compare to   Ontario.  In Montreal  the people are billingual therefore, there speak  both French and English.  But I realize them prefer to speak  French.  When I was in high school I study French for six years.  I was always wondering why I was learning this subject for but it came into used for the two days I was there. But I learn something,  speaking French push me out of my comfort zone and I prefer to read it than to speak  it. But it was a good experience. 

In conclusion,  Canada didn’t disappoint me. I had learn so much about myself,  the culture,  food, places of interest  you name. But most of all I had enjoy my stay and the experience  that came along with it. 

Happiness

For the first time in three and half years i was happy, since the passing of my mom death. It was only for three weeks but I felt like I was living again. I never had a negative  taught tha I could think of.  Those three weeks took me back to my younger year , where I was happy and  just didn’t care about the world.  I just want to try news things although  i was scarce,  you name it. I just felt myself  no lie. When i look at my life , the cost of my happiness is the environment  that i’m in and the reminder of my mom. I just need a new breath of fresh air, where I can just start over  and be happy 

Being myself 

People call me weird, stupid , problem , bored and the list goes on .  I get call these name just because I don’t follow the way on how the world see it . Most of the times I don’t fit in but I was told ,  if I want to fit in I have to be like the majority. But why? Why can’t I be myself and be part of the society.  Why I have to follow to crowd just to get notice. It just kind of heart broken that I can’t be me and still be part of a group. I just hate I have to drink alcohol, do illegal drugs , party , wear makeup to look pretty and the list go on. All I just want to be notice but on my own term. I just want to feel love, care for, have fun, be happy, do positive stuff and people say hey that a good idea. Instead I have to hold my mouth because of fear. I just want be outside of the box not inside the box. All I just want is to have people who be there for me and not pretend. 

Sad

It sad that you feel all alone.

 It sad when you think you know someone you don’t. 

It sad people say I’m here for you but don’t .

 It sad that the people you think who would support you always have an excused why not to do this or that . 

It sad people only think about surviving but not living. 

It just sad ………

Caring 

One thing I learn about caring for people , is that you end up hurting yourself.  In the end you end up all alone. Then you wonder why? When you look back , these people was just playing you.  It be so hard to trust people again .Cause in the back of your mind , you will be thinking would this happen again?  But the caring person still help and the cycle repeats again .

Rise up

Marcus Garvey,

Nelson Mandela, 

Errol Walton Barrow,

Martin Luther King Jr.

Viola Davis,

Shirley Chrisholm,

Rosa Parks.

Does any of these names sound familiar?
These are some names of men and women who had paved away for us,

There taught us to be confidence in ourselves,

Them show us that no matter the color of our skin,

We can be come great, 

There taught us to embrace the color of our skin ,

And the jet black hair which look like tar.

Them taugh us we can achieve anything,

Whether  it a politician, inventor, doctor you name it ,

We are equal.

But most of all , 

Them taught us to be strong and to be a proud black person.

And don’t settle for less.

My mom 

I miss having a mom around. Someone who will be there for you. Who be honest with you . And someone where you can have a long conversation. Someone who will give you their opinion without being judge. One thing, I realized that no one can replace your mom. Your mom have this special bond that developed with you from the time you was conceived. She knew when something is bothering you, she knows you’re secrets. Infact she can read you as a book without saying a words . Mom you might not the best in my eyes you was and will be always in my heart . Love you mom.