Clap Back season is over!

Not everything someone says deserve a response. Yes, I know. You've heard this a million times. Let me be a million and one then. 

It is so disturbing how we find the time and the medium to answer people back, constantly, and so publicly. Facebook and Instagram are not your friend.

Yeah, I know sometimes people can rub you the WRONG way, but understand this. People are watching, reading, learning, sharing, laughing, commenting, re-posting moments of your life even without your knowledge. 

Ladies, we have to keep on our toes. We as children and adults must walk, think and act as if we have invisible eyes on our back 24/7. You may say you don't care, or it is your life, but these things affect where you are able to go, who you are able to work for, and how you are basically able to survive in today's society. I am not saying that you must conform to who you are not, we all are one of a kind, unique in our own way, but remember that mystery holds power also.

One time in my life, I let a person get to me. I didn't even know this person, but they were emailing me, they Facebook me and basically said all types of things about me that I know was not true. I got so upset that I posted one short message on Facebook, because I felt like I had no one to talk to about it and I regretted it immediately. A grown up that I hold dear to my heart told me to calm down and when I did I realized that the internet world does not need to know my reality.

So be the case, if you feel like you don't have anyone to talk to I find that writing things down and re- reading it after you have calmed down gives a clarity to what you have written. If you feel that it could fall into the wrong hands just shred it or light it (safely).


We are not all saints and I am not saying to bite your tongue, all I am saying is you must think before you answer back and how you are going to do that. Social media does not have to be a war zone. 




Have a good day beautiful people. xoxo

Journal:Life as a broke student,trying to succeed...does it really get better.

       In primary school, my 6th grade teacher asked us in passing "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Of course, me being the jokester that I was at the time, I said "A basketball player". You did not want to be me when everyone saw that. I do have the height and I love the sport for fun but that is not a career I saw myself doing long term. The last year of primary school was the best of my life. My sis and I moved to the same island my mom was on. Met my our best friend Petina and we become a "circle" of three.haha

Skipping over that little lulu in my life, we ended up in a public high school in Provo and to tell you the truth, it wasn't exactly my best five years but I wouldn't change those years for anything. My mom put to my sister and I this simple question "Do you want to go to public or private school?" To some that would have been a hard question but to me that was a question where I looked at my mom like 'Are you serious, I can get a education in any environment you put me in'. Things back then was so tight, living with a single parent who had 4 children to take care of. My older brother didn't actually count because he was on his own by then(My stinky butt, cool, oldest brother Levy who talks a lot of crap when he is on a roll). Public schools get a lot of bad rap in most countries but my I lived on this motto. "It isn't the school you are in, it is what you do there that describes your time there."  I started my first year of school kind of slow with my school work, but one good thumping from my mom got me back there. lol. (Just joking). It was the fact that I was disappointing her while she was trying so hard that made me decide within myself to try harder. My grades weren't always consistent but by year 3 I was hitting a steady achievable grade for myself. My high school years hit a lot of high and low notes but the really lowering one was my trouble with learning. No one knew this except for my sister Dee.(That why she hits me or ask me at different intervals if I am paying attention to the teacher) Most teachers would find it difficult to keep my attention in class and in class readings. I did not have any reading problems but I found myself not actually holding onto thing I had just read. The really saving turning point in High School was when I entered my Social Studies class and met my teacher Ms.Shaw. She was able to catch my attention by actual interaction with the class which in turn was also a interaction to me. She would constantly talk and talk but not in a drone way that kept me fading out but in a way that pins the words to a student ears. By the end of that class, I ended up with a 1. 

 I met a boat load of people there and some that I still keep in touch with. 

When I graduated High School I wanted to go abroad to attend Culinary School, which some of my friends already know, but things could not be so. I ping ponged around College with doing a degree that I didn't even want and it was trying for me. Creativity is what I do and my sister reinstates that fact by calling me MacGyver. haha. A name I have taken too. Of course my family has nicknamed her Crimson after "The Fairy Odd Parents".  

Back to what I was saying! I had lost interest in college but my mom wanted me to finish school and then work. Only thing that was going through my mind was "I need to make money to follow my dreams". Let me just say that I do not regret what she said because I love here with all my heart and I understand the fact that she wanted me not to fall by the wayside from one job to another and not having a degree to fall on. I spent 2 years at college and amounted to my name 60 credits. I did not attend graduation or even ask about it because I was looking ahead to my next two years and also I could not afford to even pay for it. 

My sister and I tracked our way to Florida and let me tell you!! It was not a easy time. We tried school after school. My sister at nursing schools and me at Culinary Arts. We tried avenue after avenue. My mom wasn't there.It was just my sister and I. No family help, other than my mom. I was scared, I was adventurous but I was also learning about life. Every school we went to was either to high costing or they told us we had to many technical subjects. I was like "You got to be joking!!". haha. One lady even suggested to my mom on a visit that she should marry and then get us straight. I was contemplating violence at that point. I know people have to do what they have to do but if my mom decides to get marry again, one day, it will be for love and it will be centered around God in our family. You marry her, you marry the family.lol.  


Some people would say, what about scholarships. Baby doll! let me tell you, we tried that route. People try to have a morale that varies on different things but I grew up with a view of being honest with others people that comes across me in their lives, being legitimate to myself and to others and doing what would have me looking back with a clear conscience.

In 2010 or was it 2011? we moved back home and were trying to figure out what path to take. I wanted to give up so bad and just close of to the world and for the first few months I did. But my mom put that drive back in me by telling me to search and search and we did just that. We sat down one day and typed in "Cheapest schools in the world". haha. True tale. China was our first hit and I turned to my sis and asked "How fast do you think we could learn Chinese?". She was like "Not too fast, we're still trying to learn Spanish." 

We found Memorial University of Newfoundland and even though it didn't have the degree in what I wanted to do, which is Culinary Arts, I used my Business Administration credits and what do you know? We got accepted. We jumped for joy, did some Rocky fist pumps and then set back down. Everything from then seemed to be going well until it was time for our medical and we found out my sis had to go in the hospital for surgery.(I want to thank Dr.Menzie for actually catching onto something and referring us to Dr.Perry) At that point I wanted to cry. My twin, my best friend, my confidant was to have surgery. We felt that blow to our dreams like a brick. We questioned God many times, Why can't we just catch a break? Why can't we be like some people, why did Sailor Moon come of Tv(lol), why don't we have a dad that they could turn to for help, why can't we be rich(I threw that one in there but I am happy with a normal life.lol) why can't we just catch a flipping break at least once in our lives? People please don't do like uwe did and question God. Sometimes you may find a deep hole but the hole isn't always a deep as many others. Don't let it reach that far.

When we ended up in Dr.Perry office. The first thing I asked was "How soon can you get her up and out?"  Because the deadline was ticking and that was our chance. They told us that she might not be able to take the surgery now. Of course, people who know me know that I am a persuader, I stated my case like Tom Cruise in 'A Few Good Men", and thank God she heard our plea.

I was scared for my sister, my mom was scared and I knew my sister was too. Surgery was something neither of us had ever done. My mom took days off and spent every tiring day there, even waiting out those surgery doors. My aunt Sis even waited with her. (A thank you to her)

I would like to also thank the hospital staff because I spent every day from sun up to sun down sitting by my sister bedside, in that small chair (Im 5'11), in that cold A/C (I had only a small coat) just watching her when she was sleeping and encouraging her to get up soon, because we still have dreams to see to and goals to accomplish. I literally didn't even move one step out of that room other than to get my sis whatever she needed or wanted, a). because I didn't want to disturb the other patients in the other rooms and b) I know they were doing us a big favour. I even ate the hospital food. haha. It is actually good.

When she left there, we were back on track. We got our student Visa, Dee was recovering good, and then we left for our very first time ever entering Canada. We had never even stepped a toenail inside of Canada and there we went like 'Little House on the Prairie' children prancing through the big bad world on our mother dime.

Here we go in Business again, this time passing every course (Math caught me up. I always need help on that one), me trying to keep my attention from drifting off in big classes, getting lost on buses, standing on uncovered sidewalks waiting for the bus in the snow. (I actual like the snow, not the ice slippery sidewalks)

Year one passes, Year two comes but what do you know. Back to square one. Money. How am I going to survive when prices are rising? When money is getting tight and planning has to be put into action, where do I begin with that action? I can tell you that the life of a student isn't easy one bit. Whoever said life was easy anyway! If you know who, send me a comment on the person and I will check see if they are lying. I don't, and never expected life to be easy because what is life without tales of overcoming? Where do you think life movies and self help books come from? Life experiences. Everything we are is a factor of how we go through life.


Money that my mom works for goes into food and bills. That is it. That is all I want it to be right now. I don't want to max out her and our resources on meaningless things. I do whatever it is to save and sometimes missing meals, not buying the stuff you need, etc can derail you but that is something I have been willing to do while I decide what changes are to be made in 2014...

So today after sharing what my student life is, I have decided to not give up on my dreams and goals but to succeed in them. During the summer I might make the decision to return home and try online schooling. I am not looking to have handouts or to weigh on anyones shoulders. I am looking to be a better me in 2015.I am looking to do what I said I was going to do in High School and I am marking that date of completion as 2016. I might even decide to make blogging a small part of my sis and I lives and getting IslandGurlz3900 out as a household name. Why 'IslandGurlz3900' people may ask? Dee thought of it and I said "sure, whatever you choose." Lol. So ask her.


Last words to you.

Don't let life be the deciding factor in what can and cannot be done. Don't sit back and expect other people to take over the steering wheel of your car. Sometimes we may dent our cars, get cracks in the windshields and God forbid wreck it. But those events do not decide how you will remember it.



Quote that I remember everytime I get discouraged.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

D.H Lawrence

                                               A photo taken by Dede

Amazing Grace can't carry a tone.....sweet gramma's can.

For the purposes of this post I am reverting back to my "Kew Talk". Real English is not permitted in this post.haha.Enjoy the ride!!

I can tell you my grammy is a spritely lady with a mean lick(Some people don't believe me when I say it but I dare you to cross her). She bakes bread that could be considered illegal to the streets or leaves your heart with a unnatural beat. When you go on up to that house on the hill across from "low well' you can either see her looking out the door or walking around the yard. Not to say that she's down on her age because that lady sure can get around.I think she probably goes out more than I do. 

Whoever heard of getting a ride so someone can drive you around to visit your friends???I am exaggerating a little bit that is mostly true but she does go to the store and for drives too. I wish I had a friend like that. We would sure be balling in our old age. 

I am sure if I look around in the historic minefield of that house I spent half of my days I could find a magazine lying around somewhere that can attest to her mastery in the kitchen. Bet your grammy ain't better than mine!!

Ever had sweet potato bread, banana bread, flour bread, cassava bread, pudding so good that when she says lice the spoon, you end up licking the boil. (Not conductive to your stomach, there is raw egg their.I wish I remembered that back then.)

Best believe that my house was the envy of the block. Who doesn't want to come up and say "Hi cousin Annarine"? My grammy even let my sis and I invite my friends and classmates to watch the last episode of Sailor Moon in her kitchen. We had this one small tv and a couple of chairs around the table and people sitting on the floor. That was the saddest day of every little girl's life, I am sure. The end of Sailormoon!!

Conch Stew, Conch and Grits, Soup and dough (fat dough and skinny dough), boil up, friend chicken!!!!. I know half you guys mouth are watering and the other half is like "Diabetes galore". Clue in, I have seen foreign wrestlers eat from her, so take a back seat and continue reading about this sweet old (you wish you had her) grammy.

I love her and I am 97% sure she loves me. That 3% is for me to know and her to keep.

Sundays when you hear that Baptist bell ring (never asked who actually rings that but I sure it is one of my Forbes cousins from up the road. I will have to ask that) you know Grandaddy is right around the corner. He peeps in and says "Branville, you boys(our cousins) better be out that door behind me by the time I ready to leave".....Meanwhile, my sis and I (the only girls in the house) are praying to God grandmummy hears our inner prayer to sleep in. Who could believe that children who don't do anything but go to school and play wouldn't want to go to church. 0_o Yeah, I thought so!!

Sometimes she would answer that prayer and sometimes she would be like "You all better get yall lazy self up and make ready" [Zombie March, 1,2,3,4 hop 1,2,3,4]

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My mom(who we love just as much as our grammy) and I have this argument about once a week but she believes that my grammy song isn't Amazing Grace. Maybe in her time, having to go that same march it wasn't but in my time it was. Come on, I had to sing along to that song at least every third sunday. That song got so racked and butchered until I'm sure the Lord would have told me to change the song. We murdered that. For my grammy, I sang the notes of that song like it was my last wish. Come on, she loves that song. Who wouldn't do it?

My granddaddy favourite is at At the Cross. He loves that song so much until I am sure he would sing it every Sunday before and after he preaches. Haha.

Now, try getting those two to sing that song together....My grandad sings in a more deep somber tone and my grammy is upbeat. So when he is singing "At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light, And the burden of my heart rolled away, It was there by faith I received my sight, And now I am 

happy all the...." in that slow deep tone, my grammy is in the seats speeding up the song and bopping her arm to a faster beat to speed him along. Then she would turn to me and say "This man singing to slow". Haha. Can you imagine that!! I love that part of singing hymns with them.

Now when my grammy gets to singing Amazing Grace she can do no wrong. She use to sing it to every church that she was invited too and God forbid my grandad try to mess up her song while she singing it.o_O

There are only four people I act a fool around so that they can laugh their behind off
1.My mummy. Her belly shakes when I do and she starts crying.
2My grammy. Cause she has the exact reaction as my mom.
3.My sister. Cause she is to easy to get a laugh out off.
4My grandaddy. Because I like to think of myself as his favourite girl grandchild. My cousing Vernardo thinks he got the boy spot. Haha. Plus I am still trying to work of my conscience for stealing his quarters (which I am sure he knew I took) when I was younger. Younger being still now. How would I be able to afford my Aunt Doody Icicle. Sure you might say with your own money but for some reason I spot his quarters quicker.

My aunt Doody is the Icicle Queen.They even had the white one back then!!!! She still sells them after all these years. I still buy them also. Another person that was the best at baggy icicle was (God rest the dead) Aunt Celia. I loved stopping their on my way coming from my grammy message. Island people should know what a message is. Otherwise know is you better go get what I tell you and come back quick.

If I remember right ( I am always asking the price. lol. Bad memory) 4 for a dollar. Anytime I am going to kew I never leave without 4 dollars. Got to get some for everyone else too. (I'm not low)

If we are so lucky, when we die heaven should have a special place for all the Kew All Stars people from the then and the now

((Someone from Kew, go read this to her))

 Hope you guys enjoyed!!

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God bless you guys. Have a good week!!

Is she your type? Personality wise?

****Before you read this. Remember that this is just me saying what I think. You may agree or you may not. Just don't catch any feelings while I am saying this****

Types of women?

Self-Esteem
Not all girls come with the the label. 'I'M THE SHIT'. A girl with low self-esteem needs constantly. She's the type that would let you treat her anyway. She needs reassurance that she's important in your life. You have to tell her that constantly. She falls off easily. Maybe because she's just that way or maybe because of her experiences in the pass that made her that way. Don't get me wrong. Some guys really like that. Having to play the hero all the time knowing that she would be down for you in whatever she does. She needs that 11pm call at night just to say 'baby i love you'. Yep. She loves you. Then there are guys that don't really go for that. He needs a woman that doesn't need that constant. 'I love you'. He expects you to already know that. He isn't the type to be texting you every minute on the hour just to see how your doing. He expects you to be his rider. Some girls let the opinions of others influence their thoughts. They play mind games with themselves all day wondering if your going to be together forever.

Ego
Some girls have such a big ego that a ten foot ladder couldn't touch her even if it tried. She's a boss. She walks like one, talks like one, wants to be treated as one, she acts like one, and in her mind she is one. She gets stuff done plain and simple. She's isn't the type to wait for you to tell her when to move and how to move. This can hinder her or help her. Either way. Egos are tricky things. Your ego can be so big that people around you are non-factors. She probably has all the boss songs on her song playlist..haha..Just kidding..maybe. When she dresses she expects heads to turn with the outfit alone. When she enters a room she expects to get the best. Who can really blame her? Women are meant to be treat like royalty. I know some guys are like 'Whattttt. Not all of them'. But, as the saying goes treat others like how you would want to be treated. No matter how it eats you up inside.


Independent
This girl has her own. She has her ducks in a row. Her future is probably already laid out in front of her and your just and addition to it. Are you willing to help build her or tear her down? Some guys are really threatened by there girls success. Especially if his friends are bragging on him about his girls paying for some of the things she got for him. But, think about this. What if your girl wants to do those things? What if she likes outfitting her guy making sure if she can afford it she can have him looking top line. Her girls will be bragging about how good her man looks. Isn't that a obvious factor that might play in. Being independent and at a certain status isn't always a bad thing.

Ratched- " I use this term really really sparingly'
First of let me say ' I am not calling you ratched'. Just saying that some people personality are. (I am confusing myself). Anyways, a ratchet girl (guys too) just don't have behavior. She LIVES for drama. She can't stand a minute without it. Constantly moaning over everything morning, noon and every God giving day. She doesn't feel peaceful with knowing that she has her man. She has to chain him. Oh yeah, some guys definitely live for that drama. I have seen it in closely many instances. But, guess what. They are the relationships that normally last. Why? Because that's normalcy for them. They fight, curse at each other and by the end of the day everything's good.



Points will be added to this but I derived main points from family and friends.


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