Fope's Blog

Some days I want to sit here and blog about how much I should be loving God and all. It's one of those days. Days when all the human diaries I have would only have half assed "aww...pele(s)" to offer. So I'm just here trying not diaritize the blog and focus on all that's going right. She had  has Instead of her regular Friday reminders, Today she remembers  W e looked down on him, thought he was scum. But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—  our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us. We thought he brought it on himself,  that God was punishing him for his own failures. But it was our sins that did that to him,  that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins! He took the punishment, and that made us whole.     Through his bruises we get healed. We’re all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost.     We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way. And  God  has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong,  on him, on

Meet Psalmos I’m having way too much fun listening and moving to this song. I love her voice! I should know the 'technical term'  for what I like about her voice, but I don’t. While you’re listening to that (you’re doing that right?),   I've had the itch to blog for a while now and I'm slowly getting around to scratching it. So I have here what I’ve written so far. I'm not really scared to put unfinished work out there. I think it's okay to let your imaginations help you complete it, like I'll be doing eventually.  Enjoy! ----------------------------------- The hardest thing about coming home has been that nothing changed. I was looking forward to having a familiar yet unfamiliar place to return to. Kind of like a fresh start but with elements from the past that didn't need fixing. But nothing has changed. These streets still smell like freshly brewed human stench, the mix of unbathed bodies, decomposing waste and everything else

I wrote this piece on last year's "Live it loud " experience, and all I could say was that it was an amazing experience! I couldn't exactly express how I felt about it, but I knew it was great. I've had a year to think about why that was, and here's what I've come up with:   It had been so long since I had heard doctrine that sound and for that amount of time (almost 4 days of non-stop goodness!) oh my goodness!  I like to think of myself as a turn down kind of person, but it turned out that all I needed was my kind of turn up; live it loud provided that and more.  It was a road trip and mini vacation in one! Those are two of my favorite things.  I think amidst all that excitement, I ate the word but somehow didn't digest it. So I tasted it, knew that it was great, but it didn't do much to my body. So it ended there and I couldn't even point to what I remembered from the whole conference.  This is so easy to do you know? In the excitem

If you didn't sing that title in Beyonce's "I've been drinking, I've been drinking" voice you need to go back and fix that. Like right now. Lol.  Have you? Alright then. You know how on some days you want to just share your issues. Like, ranting with no purpose other than to talk to someone without holding back. Not because you want their advice or their judgement. Not because you need a friend or sympathy of some sort...you just want to talk. Turns out many people don't get this. Everyone's so eager to be the hero, save the day, give you that life changing piece of advice. And you're just there like urgh, just shut up and listen. Anyway, I think that’s why I want to be a shrink, one of the reasons why. In the absence of suitable humans, I've been doodling. Lol! I'm just going to take the liberty to call it art. You might disagree, but when I use the "hang in gallery" feature on art pad, it looks as gorgeous as regular art wo

Hi!   We're taking a lifestyle turn on the blog today. It turns out hair is kind of a huge deal for me. I'm not into jewellery and I'm not a make-up enthusiast either. So hair works for me. This is a short and sweet post. It's just pictures of Cynthia of SimplyCyn a.k.a addicted2etsy .  I've been googling hair-inspirations and I'm working  my way up to the part where my hair looks this fabulous. I stalked her a bit   and was able to pick a few of her recent pictures. I was going to post some of my recent pictures that had some similarities to hers, but then my selfies looked like poop next her fancy high resolution pictures. Thankfully I have a photoshoot coming soon (yay!), so  I can upgrade from my poop pictures. Hope y'all are having a great summer? Life is moving pretty fast for me and I'm beginning to feel old. Ehm no ranting today. So till next time! Do something worthwhile in the meantime :) Fopsy     Source Source

I think there's a real term for that. Oh yeah, it's called writer's block . I've tried to write. I've tried a lot of times in the last few months. But the words aren't coming together as I'd like them to. I've gone back to read my recent blogposts and I haven't "felt" them. I've tried non-writing related creativity too, I've done dance, art (painting, collage-making and drawing), self-made recipes. All of them have just been okay. Just okay. Nothing mind blowing or pat-on-the-shoulder worthy. And as if to confirm what I already knew, I got my first B on a term paper, (actually two term papers) this semester. I was so certain that my papers had been marked by overly strict TAs, so I requested reviews with the profs and ended up being too disappointed to ask for re-marks. So here I am declaring brain death on myself. In the meantime, I'm in music therapy and hoping for this brain's resurrection in the very near future. Her

You know how it works, every time I find something good, I like to share! Enjoy!