Once upon a time

Oh how I wish my story was a fairy tale, sometimes I wish it was.

I am orginally from Guyana, South America the land of many waters. Although my parents was there for us and a part of my life I grew up with my grandmother for most of my childhood. My parents left Guyana for the US when I was ten years old. I felt like most of my life before that, my parents were never around. They were busy building the perfect life, working hard and were never at home. We spent most of that life between grandparents and our live-in maid/babysitter. My mom worked as a bank manager at the repitable bank in Guyana, the Barcleys Bank. My dad was a businessman doing whatever he did. Everything was going well in our lives, even though our parents were hardly around we were comfortable and happy. There were also special memories of my parents, Christmas were the best. I swear my father was excited about Christmas as much as we were, he was like a child. My dad also love to take us out on day trips, to the rural areas of Guyana, to the beaches or sporting events such as horse or car racing. Before my tenth birthday my life seems wonderful. This all change after my parents decided to give up everything and move us on a long vacation to Barbados.

Trying to find my way back

I have been away from here for a while... too much has been going on in my life! School, work, finding a tenant and our roof leaked terribly into our upper flat causing huge damages. Then my car stopped working, on a long trip from New york City to Albany it suddenly cut out on I87. It was scary because I was trying to pass two large freight container trucks, I was in the left lane going at 75 when all of a sudden the speed of the car dropped to 30... although I tried flooring it the car wouldn't move and people were blowing the horns behind me. That was my first experience of having my car cut out so I went into panick mode. After pulling over and saying a little prayer I was able to get it started again and was able to make it to Albany and to the dealer services. The problem was that dealers could not find the problem and returned the car to me. It continued to drive the car... it continued to cut out and I had to get it towed back to the dealer three times before the discovered what the problem was... the crank shaft sensor is shot. I'm just praying that nothing else goes wrong.

It's Sunday!!!

It's Sunday, I usually call Sunday my lazy day... it's a day where I laze around doing nothing, if I'm in New York City at my cousin's I'm usually listening to dancehall music and dancing with her, breakfast would probably be around 1pm consisting of saltfish and bakes. When I am home I'm in bed all day, watching TV and catching up with others on the phone. Not getting out of our PJs until the sun goes down.

BUT NOT TODAY... today I have so much school work to do it is unbelievable... I had someone coming to see the 2nd floor apartment which is up for rent, so I had a bath and got dressed. I did breakfast for Nate (my son) and I got online and worked on each class.

I took a break to show the apartment, then I took Nate for a treat to KFC... I felt like eating KFC since Thursday I guess because I haven't been able to eat a proper meal since then... KFC was horrible, it was too salted and did not taste like KFC back in Guyana. So I wasted the last bit of money I have.

I have to think of what I want this blog to be about, but there is nothing going on in my life to share with others... this week I will decided!

"Ent this fo real"

Well today I have been challenged with the task of setting up a blog for my class and here I am pondering what should I write about or whether I should give up on this task of writing and doing assignments and head to New Jersey to enjoy another Guyanese birthday party.

I have five classes and three weeks of assignments and discussions to catch up on, never before have I been so late in my classes but I am trying my best to get it all completed. I'm also recovering from oral surgery so even if I do go I wouldn't be able to consume alcohol or enjoy any of the Guyanese food that is always present at these parties. So there, I am going to spend balance of my weekend catching up in front of my laptop, the television and in my bed... there will always be another party.

So here goes.... I have to write on three televsion shows I've watched, A informal proposal and a paper on what I expect to achieve with my Cultural Studies degree. I'm just brainstorming my ideas.