I think the best summers are the ones spent doing what you enjoy most. My parents always try to get me to do all sorts of programs and camps. Although they’re fun, I am always too busy see my friends. This year is the first year that I haven’t had too much to do. I am in summer school but that’s only half day. I’ve managed to hang out with my friends and better relationships with people that I go to school with as well as people who I don’t see too often.
For the past few weeks, I have been jam packing my schedule trying to see as many people as I can. This is because I know I’m away for all of August. My friends and I have also been chatting about how it is so shocking that we are going into grade 11. Everything happened so quickly. I honestly swear it was just the other day I was stressing about starting high school. Grade 9 now feels like it was forever ago. We are going into our second last year and reality has really hit us hard this summer. Next summer will be our very last as high school students. Then, we all get dumped into the real world.
As an attempt the savour the time we’ve got left, my friends and I try to just have genuine fun times. We have honestly left the”try hard” attitude in grade 9. Whatever we find fun, we do! For example, my two best friends from 8 grade and I have been having annual beach days every summer since 2015. I think it’s so important to have these kinds of things with your friends. I’m a total sucker for traditions and this is my favourite part of the summer.
We went down to Woodbine beach and were shocked to see that the all of the rain had created a division between the beach. I had no idea that could even happen. But the beach wasn’t too busy and it was perfect beach weather. As per usual, the water was hella cold and the lake bed is was too rocky so we didn’t really swim around much but we definitely went for a bit of a dip. The beach is so huge that you get a total work out while trying to explore the area. We found a really cute rocky area right by the water that we just had to take pics by.
That day was such a great reminder to enjoy life as you go through it. The next few years are only going to get busier. Live your best life but also remember to do things that will better you as a person. Growth and change are key, and the best people to do that with are your best friends.
Always try to change to become a better version of yourself x
Hey loves! As mentioned in my last post, I want to show you guys a few hidden gems in Toronto. While trying to brainstorm some ideas, I came up with a little series. It is called “For a Pretty Penny”. I’m basically going to look into finding good but cheap places for you to get your money’s worth. So many things in Toronto are super expensive. If you’re not careful, you can EASILY find yourself going well over your budget. If you’re like me and don’t want to pay crazy prices, I gotchu.
To start off this series, I’m going to introduce y’all to Morning Glory. It is a quaint little cafe on King St East just east of Trinity street. It’s also right in the middle of a great neighbourhood. The Corktown area / Distillery District is great to walk around and explore. The lakeshore is only a few blocks south as well. At the cafe, it isn’t too busy. So, you’re almost guaranteed a spot on. But, just in case I’d give them a call just to make sure they’ve got a table for you on Saturdays and Sundays. It is a relatively small space, so tables are limited. They’ve got a pretty wide selection of breakfast sammies, and I hear their breakfast burritos are bomb as heck. I recently went there to treat a friend for his birthday. I ordered their french toast with a side of fresh fruit (as per usual), and it was great. The ambience is friendly, and their staff are the absolute sweetest! Last but not least, their prices are fantastic! I paid just about $20 for a 2 person breakfast. When I usually go for brunch, it tends to total up to $18 just for myself. So if you’re looking to get a bang for your buck, Morning glory is for you.
If you know of any places and would like to suggest a few, don’t feel shy!
Happy summer Ladies and Gents! wow, this year really just flew by! I cannot bare the fact that it’s already July. It has been a busy month. Most students out there understand that June struggle that we all go through. But 6 exams and 7 projects and an essay later, here I am done and free to do whatever!! I haven’t been able to sit and write for a while because my mind has been all over the place. I am so grateful to have all this wonderful time off of school though. I definitely cannot complain about getting 2 months off. but YIKES I happen to have landed myself a spot in summer school for this month. I am not hating it though, It gives me an excuse to get the heck outta bed and not watch Prison Break all day. For those that know me, you know my capability of staying cooped up at home when given the chance. But now that I am relaxed and super pumped for a summer of blogging and sunshine.
Oh, my… when is Toronto gonna finally transition into full summer mode? these past few weeks have been so wishy-washy it’s insane. Last week’s weather was honestly a Kenyan girls dream! The weather was just verging on about 30 degrees and it was super sunny. I, of course, had to take full advantage of the beautiful weather and I went on a few runs.
*I want to start off by saying that if you are working out. It is so important that you are working hard for how you feel not necessarily how you look. Although it is defiantly a plus, you are always happiest when your body is happiest…*
Hey y’all! As the school year nears an end, the workload and pace are definitely picking up. If you find that you’re easily distracted or that you really just can’t get the hang of studying here are some helpful tips. Exam season is only stressful if you aren’t prepared. Get yourself ready and motivated to ace it this year!
Hey guys! It’s been a while, I know… I have recently promised myself to post/write when I feel inspired and have a topic I really want to speak about. I do not want to run a blog that has forced and uninteresting content, so please bare with me as I try to figure this whole thing out.
Today I’ve sat down by my computer listened to some great music and I’ve written what has truly been on my mind for a while and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I have grown up in an amazing family, we love and care for each other and are together through thin and thick. My dad, John Hogan is honestly my superhero! he married my
mum when I was about 3 years old and he became the first person I ever considered to be my father. The one thing people always see about our family that I never really thought about was that he is white but my mum and I are black. People would always ask if he was actually my dad but I’d never really understood why they’d bother asking… His race didn’t determine whether or not he was my father. As much as it didn’t bother me when I was younger when I turned 12 and began to live in Canada everything changed… I wasn’t in Kenya anymore, I was in a place where people would look at me differently and would think “huh.. whats up with that?” When I’d walk down the street with my dad holding his hand people with literally stare! and I mean SHAMELESSLY stare. I didn’t get what the big deal was… I guess it’s weird to be a dark skin kid with a white dad…? But on the bright side after moving here I was incredibly grateful to get the opportunity to get to know the Hogan side of my family. I’d only see them once a year and it’s hard to base a good relationship off of just that.
As I spent more time in Toronto, I went to a small predominantly white private school and began to create my “Canadian” Identity… I was happy and felt like I was becoming something and felt as if the whole move was not as bad as I thought it would be. But according to the black population, I was “whitewashed” and wasn’t acting black enough. That statement honestly had me super confused. I began to think that I didn’t really belong in a particular “category”. My skin was too dark for me to act “white” (till this day I still don’t understand what that means) and my behavior was too white for me to be considered black. This was honestly the hardest time of my life because I didn’t know where I belonged and I felt alone. No one should ever have to feel that way. I have never sat down and spoken to anyone about this particular topic and writing about it has really helped me move forward … and I hope that I am able to reach someone else who may feel the same way.
As I look back at my life I realize I have been very privileged and haven’t really had an encounter where my skin colour has prevented me from doing what I want to do. Unfortunately, many other people in this world aren’t as lucky. We live in a time where black girls are considered either ugly or are extremely fetishized (isn’t it funny how that works?🤔) and black men are made to look violent and temperamental. Growing up I wanted to see myself as a white girl because it was instilled in my brain that they were the definition of beauty. I would close my eyes and dream of having fair skin, long brown hair and the works. It wasn’t until earlier last year I really accepted myself as a damn Coco KWEEEEN. I began to see people that looked like me more in the social network space. I followed black Youtubers and Instagram models and I realized that representation is honestly EVERYTHING. The only way we can empower more black women, men, girls and boys is by helping them rise up and supporting each other. Everyone is beautiful and phenomenal. Race, culture, sexual orientation and religion do not determine your beauty, only you have the ability to do so.
Anyways just thought I’d share that little experience from my life with you guys!
Before you guys exit… do check out the lovely Coco Kweens featured below
This was such a great weekend. The feeling of with reconnecting with someone you had drifted apart from is so heart warming. This weekend felt just like old times, we used to go on long walks and just talk about life and rant about all sorts of things, we would eat everything but the kitchen sink together and watch pointless videos and laugh for hours! I genuinely feel so bad for my parents cause we are ALWAYS laughing about something. We’ve only been friends for about 2 years and we went for months without talking but now its like nothing has changed. weird how that works eh?
Anyways, the weather was soooo great and ! got to take a couple pics so here ya go!