Fope's Blog

I didn't think it was possible to get bored this summer. I'm working for most of the day so I guessed I'd be totally fagged out by the end of the day. But that hasn't been the case as you probably already figured. So I’m looking for new hobbies that don't cost money or fat. Yeah, I considered cake tasting. The idea was to find brides who need someone to taste out food and cakes for their weddings..lol. Not that I'm some connoisseur of food or something, but I can at least tell you that if you must put raisins in cakes, they should be well ground and not be visible enough to mess the cake up. Urgh, raisin-ed cakes pissed me off a lot as a child! I had to sit down with each cake slice to uproot the raisins. Anyways, since I can't go around eating cakes, I thought of taking fancy pictures. But unfortunately, the full camera I'd like to get, (+ extra lenses and a tripod stand) would put a frown on my account; therefore I'll be working with the avail

The exclusive nature of Christianity has to be its most defining feature as well it's most annoying feature for young Christians. Although I'm slightly a control freak (over my life) and can't be drunk for that reason, I'd like to chill out at a bar occasionally. I still sometimes feel it should be okay, but since it's a bridge hanging by a thread, I just don't cross it anymore. That's a personal thing and I guess we all have ours. I know lots of females who feel like an outfit is incomplete without some display of cleavage. I know guys who can't let a Friday night go without some crazy "turning up". Individual preferences I guess. If I wasn't a Christian, I probably still wouldn't have been a party animal, as it's not really my thing, but I'd talk a lot more. I'd give people much more detailed pieces of my mind and explain how much foolishness they display (no filtering). No one would be allowed to correct me except I

http://www.tobinifesi.com/2013/06/sweet-bitter-guestpost.html These two lines will probably be my shortest post ever..Cherish the length :P

Doomsday started out as my birthday. I had decided to throw a “small” party. At least it was meant to be small. Somehow, old friends caught wind of it and well you know how those kind of things end up.  Sometime around 9pm, it cooled off and I finally had me-time. My head ached like crazy, many thanks to standing for so long. I hadn’t been able to exercise any of my pregnant woman privileges since no one knew I was pregnant.    I could have been mad that hubby left the house in the middle of my party and was yet to get back, but today wasn’t just that day. When my ‘little’ party lost its attribute of littleness, I wasn’t too surprised that he walked out. I bet he mumbled his famous “stupidly noisy black people” line, as he walked out. I never understood how he married a black girl without doing his research.   But really, what was I supposed to do? Chase him and beg him to play nice and show his wife some support?   I was so done with crap like that. My pregnancy had been