Dating
SILENT NO MORE
“Is he gay?” "I think so.” “Yeah, I'm pretty sure.” “Ask him.” “Hey, are you–” The last period bell cut off the cacophony of fresh gossip. My ears burned with embarrassment, and I walked away as quickly as possible, feeling clunky and awkward. There had always been rumors about my sexual orientation, but the painfully straightforward questions made me cringe. I tried to shrug off the girls' malice as ignorance, but I became preoccupied with thought. My blood rose with anger as I heard their laughter in the background. Inhibitions blinded, I rashly shouted, “Some people are so rude!”
By Daniel B. Usang 3 years ago in Confessions
DO I HAVE TO KEEP YEARNING FOR HIS LOVE?
I guess you could call our love a weird one. First off, I wonder most of the time why my boyfriend fell in love with me. We met at my worst times, I felt that was the ugliest seasons of my life. I had just cut my hair and going through a phase in my education. On the day we met, I had just finished an exam and walking up to the student's lodging when he pulled up close to me and asked to give me a ride and the rest is history. We've been together close to two years now and it always seems like something is off. If we don't argue about how unloved I feel in the relationship then we would argue about how I always make issues out of everything. I remembered one time I eavesdropped on his conversation, and I heard him tell his closest friend that he is so in love with his girlfriend but they always seem to have issues understanding themselves, but then how am I supposed to know this when he barely expresses how he feels. Not with words, not with gifts. It feels so exhausting.
By petra mary3 years ago in Confessions
When Love Takes Flight
Chapter 1: Serendipitous Encounters In the quaint streets of a bustling city, Emma, a free-spirited young woman, finds herself inexplicably drawn to the enigmatic charm of Ryan. Their paths cross amidst the bustling crowds, and a spark ignites in their eyes. It is a serendipitous encounter that sets their hearts alight, marking the beginning of a captivating love story.
By Faisal Bilal3 years ago in Confessions
Children's Day
Today is "61" Children's Day, in order to celebrate the children's festival, we and kindergarten children together over the "61" children's Day. The students came to school jubilantly. The first program is the waist drum performance, we all play together, the drum is very loud, almost the day to shake down, and our actions are also very neat. After we played the drum, there was a warm applause. Then, the kindergarten children also performed the program, they some singing, some dancing, very wonderful. After school in the afternoon, my mother told me to put the water white rabbit, because it is too lonely, and the home place is too small, to let it freely jump in nature, to bring laughter to others. Today I had a very happy time, because this is the first Children's Day since the school began!" I have been looking forward to the long June 1 Children's Day, finally arrived! In the morning our class had a get-together, I also got the red flower youth, the certificate and the prize, I was very excited. Run home and tell mom and dad good news. Mom and dad kua I am a good boy, let me continue to work hard, don't be proud. And I got one of my favorite toy racecars. In the afternoon, my mother took me to the zoo again. There are many animals in the zoo, such as lovely giraffes, zebras, swans, mandarin ducks, beautiful peacocks, agile monkeys, the world's largest bird -- ostracos, smart, big elephants, and fierce tigers, lions, leopards.
By romulo dioquino3 years ago in Confessions
We only have one earth
"We only have one earth, to protect the environment from themselves..." Whenever I hear this familiar voice, my heart seems to have a voice in the call: "Protect the environment, everyone's responsibility!" Our classroom is on the fourth floor of the fifth primary school. It is a spacious and bright classroom. It is different from other classrooms. Whenever I step into here, its clean, spacious, bright is deeply attracted to me. However, recently has happened some unpleasant things, some students do not care for the environment, old throw waste paper to the ground, so that our classroom becomes more and more dirty, more and more messy, some students see dirty messy place also no matter, the classroom has become an indecent environment: windowsill falling ash no one wipe, shoe cabinet disorderly no one place, there is paper on the ground do not pick up, blackboard dirty more do not wipe. From then on, I stepped into the classroom that kind of feeling no, instead of dirty, disorderly, at that time, I seemed to hear the classroom crying sadly, felt its heart in dull pain. How I want the classroom to change back to the way it used to be! Environment is one of the most important factors in our life, if there is no environment, what will we face? Is it greenhouse effect? Is it dirty? Is it acid rain? Is it darkness? No, it is not, but can not live on the earth, now think back, no good environment is how terrible! Therefore, we should start from ourselves to protect the environment. To protect the environment, we should start from ourselves, and then correct others. Moreover, can not throw waste paper, spitting, see waste paper to pick up, so as to build our motherland more beautiful! Ah! No good environment is how terrible, so, I want to tell the people of the world here: "Protect the environment, everyone is responsible!""We only have one earth, to protect the environment from themselves..." Whenever I hear this familiar voice, my heart seems to have a voice in the call: "Protect the environment, everyone's responsibility!" Our classroom is on the fourth floor of the fifth primary school. It is a spacious and bright classroom. It is different from other classrooms. Whenever I step into here, its clean, spacious, bright is deeply attracted to me. However, recently has happened some unpleasant things, some students do not care for the environment, old throw waste paper to the ground, so that our classroom becomes more and more dirty, more and more messy, some students see dirty messy place also no matter, the classroom has become an indecent environment: windowsill falling ash no one wipe, shoe cabinet disorderly no one place, there is paper on the ground do not pick up, blackboard dirty more do not wipe. From then on, I stepped into the classroom that kind of feeling no, instead of dirty, disorderly, at that time, I seemed to hear the classroom crying sadly, felt its heart in dull pain. How I want the classroom to change back to the way it used to be! Environment is one of the most important factors in our life, if there is no environment, what will we face? Is it greenhouse effect? Is it dirty? Is it acid rain? Is it darkness? No, it is not, but can not live on the earth, now think back, no good environment is how terrible! Therefore, we should start from ourselves to protect the environment. To protect the environment, we should start from ourselves, and then correct others. Moreover, can not throw waste paper, spitting, see waste paper to pick up, so as to build our motherland more beautiful! Ah! No good environment is how terrible, so, I want to tell the people of the world here: "Protect the environment, everyone is responsible!"
By stephanie myers3 years ago in Confessions
Imperceptibly
Imperceptibly, a step into the threshold of spring, with the two rain, also feel the breath of spring. Spring is like this, not in the moment of germination of flowers and plants, also not in the misty rain hazy, it is in the cold Xie fall condensation, blooming in the recovery of all things. Even in the school this month, I feel this deeply. Looking at a few days ago in the school is still budding magnolia, the heart is full of expectations. Now you can see the beauty of the flower form from upstairs. The school begonia is not to be outdone, full of branches. Even the corner of the canteen also drilled out a rape flower, give people unexpected surprise. The shallow green renders the thick anger, the light flowers decorate the vigorous poetry, it seems that the arrival of spring suddenly gives the depressed people a cheerful mood. However, only when the mood is good. Sometimes, looking at the tender buds were pressed to shiver in the spring cold, scattered leaves were blown by the wind dance. The heart is still a chill, welling up in my heart, melancholy to think about something. A person quietly alone, feel another kind of indescribable sadness. Sometimes, with the cool wind, the heart was blocked by stone tears slowly from the corner of the eye. Sometimes, but because of a inexplicable smile, let oneself always keep that action, smile all day. But I know that everything will change, just like the transition from winter to spring. I also know that everything will pass, just like this spring to the shade. Spring is the season, but also the mood. Whether it is melancholy, deep, or warm, cheerful, whether it is comfortable or painful, in my heart is as precious as gold. Walking in the school, looking at the dancing willow branches, the fragrant breeze and charming flowers, I suddenly stopped and looked up at the blue sky, as if I knew what I was looking forward to, the corners of my mouth are also rising...Imperceptibly, a step into the threshold of spring, with the two rain, also feel the breath of spring. Spring is like this, not in the moment of germination of flowers and plants, also not in the misty rain hazy, it is in the cold Xie fall condensation, blooming in the recovery of all things. Even in the school this month, I feel this deeply. Looking at a few days ago in the school is still budding magnolia, the heart is full of expectations. Now you can see the beauty of the flower form from upstairs. The school begonia is not to be outdone, full of branches. Even the corner of the canteen also drilled out a rape flower, give people unexpected surprise. The shallow green renders the thick anger, the light flowers decorate the vigorous poetry, it seems that the arrival of spring suddenly gives the depressed people a cheerful mood. However, only when the mood is good. Sometimes, looking at the tender buds were pressed to shiver in the spring cold, scattered leaves were blown by the wind dance. The heart is still a chill, welling up in my heart, melancholy to think about something. A person quietly alone, feel another kind of indescribable sadness. Sometimes, with the cool wind, the heart was blocked by stone tears slowly from the corner of the eye. Sometimes, but because of a inexplicable smile, let oneself always keep that action, smile all day. But I know that everything will change, just like the transition from winter to spring. I also know that everything will pass, just like this spring to the shade. Spring is the season, but also the mood. Whether it is melancholy, deep, or warm, cheerful, whether it is comfortable or painful, in my heart is as precious as gold. Walking in the school, looking at the dancing willow branches, the fragrant breeze and charming flowers, I suddenly stopped and looked up at the blue sky, as if I knew what I was looking forward to, the corners of my mouth are also rising...
By shona johnson3 years ago in Confessions
Some time ago
Some time ago, I went back to my hometown for a party with my childhood friends. During the dinner, I chatted about the recent situation. A girl said, "The baby who just graduated from the home selling marinated vegetables went home to see the shop. People all expressed regret for Gang Wa's "not striving for progress", because he used to be the most handsome boy in the family. He was very good at sports and got good grades. He was the girl's dream lover. Taking over from their parents and running the same small business for more than a decade, without switching to a more respectable and lucrative business, is now often seen as "worthless" in the mainland. But such "worthless" people can be seen everywhere in Taiwan. Not to go far, in the vicinity of my home in Taipei, whether it is a breakfast shop selling fried dough sticks and fried buns, or a small restaurant making steamed pork rice and beef noodles, or even a drink stall selling lemon Aiyu down the street, all of them have a history of 20 or 30 years. He took me through the stores, proudly sharing his fond taste memories from his childhood. "What did you like to eat as a child?" "Asked the gentleman. I was suddenly sad -- my childhood favorite delicacy, whose name I remembered, whose taste was hard to find. Those old shops have almost disappeared, and even if they have been relocated and reopened, the boss does not know how much they have changed, and the taste is quite different. And I've moved many times since I was a kid, and the old house has been torn down. I can't find my own memories, so it's good to feel others. I like to visit all kinds of old shops from street to street around Taiwan. What impressed me the most was the famous Ah Tang Salty congee in Tainan. It was not big and there were no pretty waiters or waitresses, but the line started at 5 or 6 am every day and business was still brisk before closing at 11 am. Ah Tang sells the Tainan favorite lice and sole porridge, as well as "peripheral products" such as fish maw, intestines and heads, which have remained the same for 60 years. Three generations of founder Zhang Chuntang's family have been working in the shop, buying fish, killing fish, cooking, passing dishes, serving... All from the family "one dragon" division of labor cooperation, from every detail to stick to the brand founded by the old generation. Although they did not set up a chain or expand their stores, Tainan people speak of Ah Tang with respect and gratitude. After all, many people can taste the "original taste" when they come back to Tainan no matter how long they have been away from home. What a warm experience! In fact, a bowl of louse and sole porridge is not only condensed A Tang family persistence. The fishmonger they work with, also run in the family, has been providing them with the freshest quality catch for decades. Even the deep-fried dough sticks used to soak porridge have been made by the same master for decades. Now the man, who is in his 70s, still rides his bicycle to deliver the dough sticks every day. It's amazing how normal it is to have multiple generations of people in the same business, and how they glow when they talk about their craft, and how proud they are of their heritage. "She used to come to me with her mother to buy fish, but now she comes to me with her grandson in her arms," an old woman said, pointing to a customer at Tainan's Shuixian Palace market. "Our neighbors have been close for decades. If we can't do it well, or if we suddenly stop doing it, I will feel sorry for myself..." If decades, generations to keep a craft is "worthless", it is also the greatest "worthless".
By christina green3 years ago in Confessions
Echoes of Lost Souls
Chapter 1: Broken Promises Amidst the fog-shrouded city streets, a melancholic tale unfolds. Lily, a young woman burdened by the weight of shattered dreams and broken promises, finds herself trapped in the web of her own heartache. With each passing day, her spirit diminishes, her once-bright eyes dulled by sorrow.
By Faisal Bilal3 years ago in Confessions
It was a sunny day
It was a sunny day. The old man packed up his fishing gear early in the morning and prepared to set out. He had only gruel when he left, but that was enough for him. The old man went out of his house, looked into the warm sun and prayed, "God! Please help me return home today!" Then he sat down in his shabby boat and sailed against the waves. At noon, the weather suddenly changed. The sky was dark and cloudy, and the wind was howling on the sea. The big waves hit the old man's boat again and again. The storm lasted all afternoon, and by the time it was over, night had fallen and the old man was adrift in the middle of the sea, looking around without a light. He took the matchbox from his pocket, but it was already wet with water. The old man was cold and hungry, and his years of experience had taught him that if he kept calm and persevered, he could avoid death.
By yvette batoula3 years ago in Confessions
It's time for class
"Ring, ring, ring! It's time for class! Dou Dou jumping ready to go to his seat, a do not pay attention to, suddenly at the foot of a stumble, "plop" a tumble, the original is Maomao make trip, Maomao see Dou Dou fell all over the ground, couldn't help but laugh, smile bent waist, laugh out of tears.
By denise reed3 years ago in Confessions
The Power Behind a Man
Times have changed, and priorities have shifted throughout and in all aspects of life. The elevation of women is here, and we are standing in our power stronger than ever before, but what does that mean for men? Women have never had the power they hold today or the ability to be heard and make changes in the world and the future as we know it. This was once a man's job. How do two species coincide and share the same strength and power? It's easier than one would think. Everyone team player in a sport has a job, and that job needs direct direction, as long a job or assignment is assigned then anyone man or woman can follow. Expectations are to be set and an ultimate goal must be within reach. This is another case of balance. I'm calling it existing the new world of elevation. Even the children are being managed differently. The importance of a father goes without say, and the more involved a father is the better outcome of the children, and that is being balanced in homes more and more. Working in the medical field for 2 decades has proven a lot of what I'm discussing more dads are bringing their kids to physicals and doctors appts etc and the security in the kids varies and seems to have a safer feel. Do you have to be a father to be a leader? Of course, not! Regardless of who is doing what we have the knowledge that there is a very important gene difference in men and women primarily around emotions and hormones. However, women have proven to be able to work, raise families and multitask independently when needed or if a situation arises.
By Samantha Mazola3 years ago in Confessions
