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How I Became a K-poper
It was summer 2008, I was only a 19 years old clueless second year student of an university. I was in the car of Aru, one of my besties back in the university days, there were also with us, Aderu, Shanshan, Myonk, and Mermer, we were singing along of Big Bang's song titles "Lies", crumpled in Aru's tiny 2007 car. That was how, I became indulged in kpop, that was how, I became the die hard fan of Big Bang (even though now I no longer their fan anymore).
By Ratri Kelana5 years ago in Confessions
"What I learned from my mother, mother hen and prayers about Survival"
W “What are learned from my Mother, Mother Hen and Prayers about Survival” Years ago, when I was in secondary School, I was standing on the veranda of our flat looking outside. There was this mother hen with about 8 chicken picking food here and there making those throaty sounds mother hen with new born all make. Adjacent to our building was this empty land with a plan tree standing in it. A hawk was on it monitoring the mother hen and her kids. I never paid attention to the hen and her kids even though I noticed them but I never noticed the hawk.
By Philip Ebuluofor5 years ago in Confessions
The First Time I Lied
Let’s be honest with ourselves and admit that we all are filled with imperfections and what keeps us going forward is our idea of being perfect. Every day, we strive to become a perfect version of ourselves which is not easy at all. Tables turn, unexpected things happen and we end up with failure. Now this failure is a totally strange person, that person with whom you will feel uncomfortable with. That person whom you can’t look straight into his eyes. Very few of us are gifted with the ability to deal with failures; others just become anxious and start panicking. This is where lies come in to comfort us. Lies are amazing. They bridge the gap between our imperfect reality and the perfect dream.
By Pranjul Tyagi5 years ago in Confessions
Hair Comes Trouble
I’ve always been obsessed with changing my hair. I'm never happy with it for long. I’ve always felt my hair has been what helps define me. I look at it as a reflection of my personality. I’ve changed colours numerous times and I’m patiently waiting for the opportunity to go to the salon for the first time to have it properly coloured to red and pink. I’ve never really been bothered about the length of my hair though. When I was growing up, I had the bowl cut bob and all throughout my teen years, I was constantly changing it from long to shoulder length. I had always had my mum’s friend, who was a mobile hairdresser, come to the house and cut my hair the correct way. That was until one day I decided to act on an impulsive decision to try and cut my hair myself.
By YesItsMocha5 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom,
It would be easier to write about how you have been there for me, which in and of itself is something to be proud of. It is not a guarantee that any parent will care for and love you for all your life, so thank you. It would be easier to write how you took me to the hospital when I ate something that my immune system was unfortunately unprepared for, or how you comforted me when I was struggling with my mental health, or how you opened your home to me when I needed it. It would also be easier to omit the painful truths. How home was filled with empty alcohol bottles which was why I declined your offer, or how I saw that you ignored the scars on my wrists for weeks until you were emotionally prepared to deal with them, or how I remember every hospital trip as an endless lecture of responsibility and sacrifice.
By Erin Borst5 years ago in Confessions
Leah's Turning Point
I looked out my window, the sun was glistening off the snow; as I was waiting patiently for mom to assist me out of bed. I have Cerebral Palsy, I feel bad sometimes because I can’t do basic things such as dress, bathe or groom myself and someone, mom has to do it all for me,
By Charalynn Neill5 years ago in Confessions
Relationships
The start of anything is hard. However, a relationship is quite high on the list. In the beginning, when everything is so new and fragile you have to make sure that you stay yourself and portray yourself, however, in a version that leaves the other person interested and wanting more. You have to play a game of chicken without the intention of playing it. You can't show too much interest and can't show too little. Have to find the right balance for the relationship to flourish. Have to be able to have intellectual conversations and share your most bizarre theories. Be able to get to know the other person by having deep and meaningful conversations face to face. Getting to know their likes and dislikes and likewise. Not seeming too clingy or too detached. Knowing when you can say what and so on.
By Realist0075 years ago in Confessions
These Are My Confessions
(Here's my playlist: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL54S-l9whMl6ZuetrDajerZNmOLBDoKrk) My life is a journey that sometimes I stop believing in, until I hear the ever so soft melodies of Pink Floyd on the radio. The soothing voice of Roger Waters has a way of easing me into the idea of accepting my dark side. If you took one look at me, you’d assume I should be cruising down the street in my 6’4, but I left my "thug" ways on the playground at the age of 13. I was a lonely kid. The kid that everyone knew, but no-one actually knew if you know what I mean. My father left me when I was two, so it’s safe to say ole papa was a rolling stone. The fact that he wasn’t around led to me to sort of idolize women. I’d put them on a pedestal, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that Britney Spears was a part of my most toxic of playlists. She was my queen, my escape from the dull reality that I wallowed in when my mother was out with her home girls doing God knows what, and my solace when I could never get lucky with the popular white girls under the bleachers after basketball practice. As I ran up and down the court listening to Lil Bow Wow, I drooled at any opportunity to sneak a glance at any cheerleader that passed by. I grew my hair out for an entire year just to be like Bow Wow. Man, you just don’t know, Lil Bow Wow got all the girls. He wanted to be like Mike, and I wanted to be like Bow. The fact that a 5 foot nothing skinny black kid (like myself at the time) could have girls chasing him down the street screaming his name gave me hope. Sure, I was an attractive kid, but I was shy. It's funny because I was the most athletic, the smartest, and the most likable little fella’ in the 6th grade, but still I didn’t know how to flirt with girls until one of my buddies blessed me with an Usher CD. Yes, you heard me correct, a CD. You know those round discs that you’d stick in the portable CD player on your way to the bus stop? Yeah those. I’m glad I could refresh your memory. Usher made me dig deep inside of myself and bring my deepest darkest confessions to light. Although I had no drop top, at 7 O'Clock on the dot I’d call my best friend Jamie every day on the phone. Her and I would watch "Who’s Line is it Anyway" until it was time for mama to bust in my room screaming to get off the phone because she needed to call Tyrone. Jamie would call me every night, and every night I was oblivious to the fact that she had the biggest crush on me. We never dated, but those 7 O'Clock conversations prepped me for some very successful years with the ladies in high school. Oh, man, High School. What can I say besides the fact I went to four different high schools in two years. Why, you ask? Well, because I was a modern day Annie, but the male version. Every day I’d sit in my room singing tomorrow, oh tomorrow will be the day I come out of my shell and finally talk to the girl of my dreams. It wasn’t until I got involved with theatre arts that I truly came into myself. I found something I was truly good at, and I won all the awards to boot. I’ll never forget in 9th grade, as I performed “ Cat on a Hot Tin Roof”, the moment I felt like the luckiest cat alive. On my quest I went from listening to Phife Dawg, to singing in “Benjamin and the Technicolor Dream-coat”, and along the way I had found my tribe. I don’t care what anyone has to say, the band kids were the coolest kids in school, and it was my buddy Luke that introduced me to the band that would change my life forever. Who knew that all it would take was a little Blood, Sugar, Sex, and Magic to get my wand in motion. From that moment on I was the neighborhood rockstar. I went from baggy jeans with the 3x t-shirts, to rocking a medium “insert any popular rock band here”. I had finally found myself, and It was those days in high school that molded me into the eclectic, yet simple kind of man I am today. My mama always told me when I was young that I’d find a girl and settle down one day, and it’s all starting to come to life. Would you believe it if I told you that in college I was the stereotypical player? I mean, when I say I had girls in different area codes, I’m talking about the type that would make Ludacris proud. Yet, I’m still that lonely kid who keeps to himself. I know a lot of people, and a lot of people know me, but I still feel like no one really knows me, you know? On the outside, I’m still this likable guy with a welcoming smile, but on the inside I’d rather be to myself. I’ve finally met a woman that has my heart, and things are looking really good for us. She’s somewhat of an introverted extrovert too, and the fact that she likes Kendrick Lamar makes saying, "I love myself” for letting her in so much easier. As I’m writing this it’s bringing back so many memories that I’m starting to realize how much of an amazing life I’ve actually lived. It’s 11:15PM now, and I almost didn’t make the deadline because I had to take a break and reminisce on old times. Currently I’m holding an old Usher CD (yes a CD!), and wishing I started writing this at 7 O’Clock on the dot, instead of 9:30PM. The CD is in pretty bad shape, but I still managed to hear the classic “Confessions" jam that brought me out of my shell as a kid. So this is it. These are my confessions of how music took me from being a shy popular kid, to the introverted/extroverted/loner/ladies man that I am today. With all that being said, I wonder how Britney’s doing..
By Jeremiah5 years ago in Confessions
My Avril Lavigne Days
My Avril Lavigne Days Though I was a Whitney Houston Fan and loved toning my vocals on all her songs, I pretty much grew up dreaming that Avril Lavigne was solely born to write and sing my theme songs ("Complicated" Avril Lavigne). It was like the Universe knew exactly when to play the right song of hers. The Universe played her songs every time when something happened to me, either when I was rejected, heartbroken, or in a complicated situation, or was just being plain stupid; no exaggeration, well maybe just a little.
By Leslie Darling Bini5 years ago in Confessions
Teen Angst Playlist
It is never easy to trust one’s intuition, especially when the best way you can describe it is by saying that “it is exactly like that scene from those romance movies or mangas where there is an intermission with a more illuminated scenery that just makes your heart feel light”.
By Lidya Ataklti 5 years ago in Confessions
Classy Lady
Classiness seems like a very rare character to come by, nowadays. Why is that? Maybe how we have raised our daughters to present themselves plays a great part concerning the road a young lady will travel. I get it, we all fall short, absolutely, but is that an excuse to continue to fall short? Or should we find ways to improve daily? Help me out ladies where did we place our class, and our morals? Where did it go and how can we get it back?
By J.Clark5 years ago in Confessions
