Kiki's Weekly

VoiceMessage strives to eliminate miscommunication that occurs over text and bridge the gap between technology and real life. I can think of countless examples of my friends thinking I was mad at them because they misinterpreted my text. When I text quickly I rarely use punctuation which can alter the way others read and perceive my message. Other times, I’ve legitimately been mad at a friend and tried to convey that with sarcasm and passive aggression which play through my head as I recite then type my message, however, my goal wasn’t achieved because my friends couldn't read the emotion of my text. Concise communication is a necessary skill that is pertinent in every aspect of one's life. With the app VoiceMessage, these trivial miscommunications that derive from the ambiguity of texts will be disbanded. The app will be the only communication platform that solely allows voice recordings to be sent as messages and has no texting features. However, it will allow emoj...

Communication is key. No matter what efforts we put forth to make the world a better place, the pre-requisite is clear communication to assist in the ability to effectively collaborate with other people. In today’s generation, there is a large lack of communicative abilities. I see this on a daily basis. Romance: Text Everything is about playing games. Girls can’t be the ones to text him first. He must first reach out to her to indicate his interest. She can’t look too thirsty. She has to make him want her. Snpachat When they start snap chatting it’s almost a competition. Who can hold up the longest without opening the other’s snaps? Somehow purposefully ignoring someone’s snap for thirty minutes sends the message that you’re too busy doing important things to give the other person the time of day. Then once the snaps have been opened and exchanged, it’s a contest between who leaves who on read. Kind of like the “you hang up first” “no you hang up” game except in toda...

I’m ready. I can’t wait to leave. I need my own space. To breathe. My parents raised me with a lot of freedom. They sent me off to Spain when I was eleven to spend the summer there learning Spanish. I’ve traveled the world alone. I can drive and take care of myself. I would wake myself up for school in the morning and drive myself home at 10 P.M. after practice. I basically took care of myself so college just seemed like the natural progression. To finally be relieved of the overbearing weight of my parents' presence hanging over me. It’s not that they were constantly making sure I had things straight and that my life was in check, but because I was under their roof I felt the responsibility to fulfill their expectations and keep them proud. Week 1: I’m so homesick. I don’t get it. I was so ready, so independent. Why, after a long hard senior year looking forward to leaving home, did I miss it? Perhaps I wasn’t as independent as I’d thought. One thing is for sur...