Humanity
My Ideology: On becoming....
I want to be a successful woman in the nearest future, I want to have a nice life. I love intelligent conversations with intelligent people. I love beautiful dresses and I am good at making them. I love doing things without thinking of what I’ll do. I love the way that people smile at me. I love my family and friends. I love how they are so kind to everyone else in the world and so accepting of all kinds of differences. I love being myself no matter what. I am proud to call myself someone I am proud to love. I am proud to feel loved by others. I am proud to love the same person that others love.
By Fiction 'Ai' Writer4 years ago in Confessions
My 8 Confessions to My Mother.
My mother passed away more than 10 years ago, but it always stays in our memory. I would love to say this in life, but we always take the opportunity to remember the good times and leave here everything we wanted to say in person.
By Georgenes Medeiros4 years ago in Confessions
Capitalism And Grief
Raised in an ex-communist country like Albania, I feel proud to have been around the environment that could save my authenticity, and ability to feel, be curious, and passionate about people, things, and life. I dream big and draw roadmaps to get there. I believe in measuring performance to goals and working to ensure we are strengthening the communities we serve. I thought everyone was like this, I thought it was human to be and feel like this until I moved to Ireland and then to Canada. I realized something different, something that I could not understand what was it. People were nice and polite, talking about the weather and stuff, saying thank you to the bus driver every time they would get off the bus on that 2-minute route on the urban city bus. It seemed to me like I was on a different planet. I could talk with people but not really connect with them. Then after a while, I realized it was this political correctness culture that was not evident at all in Albania even after 20 years of democracy.
By Rudina 4 years ago in Confessions
Why I would rather meet my end.
About me... Hi, my name is... Doesn't matter. You ever get those replenished cups of "I don't give a damn"? That is me right now and to be frank with you, my dear chipmunks, I am not liking it. So, I have undertaken a severe reflection... and it didn't go as planned. See, it was not a positive reflective experience, rather it once again, replenished my cup of "I really don't give a damn".
By KaraBat4 years ago in Confessions
Empty Gap of Love
I rode back home at 1:30 am after Nikhil's birthday party, a lil bit drunk after series of shots and drowsy after trying Indian dance we watched on Youtube. I kept on cycling and didn't try to locate where I was on google maps, since I was heading to the Nieuwe Krek, the tallest landmark of the city. Delft, as usual, was totally empty like a zombie city. It was nobody on the street.
By Yulia Ratnasari4 years ago in Confessions
Men with mics
We are living in the era of gurus. There are gurus for everything like real estate, stocks, make up, clothing, you name it. If something is already done there is an ‘expert with a mic talking about it’. Well, now we are unfortunately in the era of male dating coaches AKA the dating gurus.
By Destiny Smalls4 years ago in Confessions
No One's First Choice
I've gotten used to the fact that I'm no one's first choice. Hell, I'm not even anyone's last choice. It's been this way my whole life. I've tried to not let it bother me; but after a while, it gets exhausting pretending that everything is fine. Acting like I'm not heartbroken every day is tiresome.
By Jasmine Harris4 years ago in Confessions
