Fope's Blog

Hey guys! I know I'm in the middle of my story telling, but I really felt like ranting. I'm not sure if I ever mentioned this, but Shonda Rhimes' twitter bio was the final push that got me to start this blog. I think then, it was "I make up stuff for a living." She recently added some extra words to ward off crazy fans who took the"made-up stuff" too far. Not that I blame them though; it was kind of hard not to shed some tears when McSteamy died in Grey's Anatomy :'(.  I liked his sly ways and fine face; it wouldn't have hurt to keep him alive. Anyway, really think about it. Shonda literally just sits there or stands or I dunno, squats there (whatever rocks her writing man's boat) and thinks up amazing stuff. And she gets paid for it. I know it's more than that, she probably has to deal with editors,  film makers and whoever else is involved in bringing the "cool thoughts" to life. But the point is, she really does thi

It was first the normal seconds of confusion that happen when you wake up in an unfamiliar place; how did I get here? Why does my body feel like a stranger's? What happened to my daughters. Oh no. Thinking about daughters brought all the memories back... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The problems started about six months into the marriage. We'd had a very eventful honeymoon and we carried it over when we got back from Dubai. We'd made no plans to hold off on kids, so Dink just couldn't get why I wasn't pregnant. He was never the crazy "I can't wait to be a daddy" kinda guy, heck! He’d once said that  kids were a barrier to living 'the good life.'  I was definitely furious at his statement and we fought for a bit. But that was before we got married, so when he started getting interested in kids after marriage, I thought maybe the husband thing had some 

Picture perfect. Those were the words most of my guests had described my wedding day as. I might as well have been dipped in diamonds. I glowed from head to toe. Vera Wang had custom made my wedding dress to perfection. So much that Louis (my ever broke friend who had turned gay because he just couldn't deal with girlfriends and their extravagantness) became a believer in my one occasion dress that was worth a lifetime of savings for many. My amazing aunt had provided Dink and I with Audi's latest model as a "small" wedding present. Dink had just gotten promoted and was now fourth in command of my father's multi-million dollar company. Yes, we were more than able to afford the mansion we called home in Banana Island. I broke my hymen in grand style in Burj Al Arab, Dubai. My cheeks now burn as I remember how hard it was to convince Dink that my "cookie" wouldn't decay from being in the jar for so long! Ha those days were...hmm, words just w

Hello people! I've been thinking of what to rant about for a while now. Not that I ever run out of rants..LOL. But I've heard excessive bants destroy relationships. I like what we've got going here. You know it' not really you it's more of me. You've been very supportive and all (thank you), but I agreed I'd be honest that's why it's called TBH- to be honest. So maybe we'll try another approach. Here's what I think, tell me what you think. There are a lot of blogs with peoples' rants and talk and feelings and what not (no, no, calm down, I just started, I'm not quitting yet). But I want to be regular at this, make it more than a monthly thing. So I was thinking of doing short little stories or sth. Maybe not stories but I'll hold a thought for like 3-10 blogposts or however long the inspiration lasts.  Plus, judging from my pageviews, I guess people liked my last post "Hey Lil Trouble maker" (http://4pceez.blo

Photo credit:  looseends  via  Foter.com  /  CC BY-NC-SA Freezing as usual. I've gone through today's edition of "school sucks, especially in the Winter". I have a midterm anyway, so there's no way around school today. No point whining. There's a 3-minute bus for the 7minute walk I have to make to my next class.  When the roads are icy and slippery (like today) and man's greatest fear is becoming 'Humpty-Dumty the second', that walk becomes more10-ish minutes. So, of course I'll take the bus! *Whew!*. I made the bus.  To calm my raging nerves - because I'm pretty tensed about my Stats midterm - I read the cover page of Metro newspaper. The story I first see is something about wheelchairs not getting priority over strollers. Lol? Who wouldn't know that? On second thought, it wouldn't be on the front page of the paper if something hadn't happened. Apparently, some bus driver had told someone with a toddler to get off t

! Like I can't just get enough of God's timing!  I'm still pretty new to blogging and you guys probably haven't heard me mouth about how amazing God's ways are, but if I have any twitter stalkers, I guess they'd know. So today (now last year) I was going through BG's YouTube videos. I've been watching her videos since 2010 and I've always had a way of connecting with her. Well except the height and mighty age difference (hehe) I think we could be twins..okay I'll settle for sisters. Today I was just admiring the awesome work she had done with her weight loss. She's had two beautiful kids, and boy, is she in great shape! I've never been pregnant and she's doing better at fitness than I am. I do the whole self-pity thing where I whine about how I've never been skinny, how everyone at least has an "I remember when I had abs.." that kinda thing, but not me. So yeah, I was just looking at her pictures