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PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

Hi. So yeah, from the title I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 year old struggling to find a meaning in life.

If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".

Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now, lemme just summarize my life for you. I'm a 19 year old girl living in a tiny part of Asia. Now Asia doesn't only have China, Japan and Singapore you know. Besides that, here the system for things is completely out o' this world if you know what I mean. In Europian countries or any part of America or Australia where the education system is in actual words "fair" and "fruitful", in the place I live education system is...let's face it, A SHAM. Not being a horrible person here, but it's the truth. In those places where people depend on books and methods and long nights of studying to pass and do good on SATS or stuff, here people rely on the question papers leaked the night before the exam and the exam center so they can sneak things in to the center. Well if after this, I'm shot in the head by certain "activists", I won't be shocked. But its the truth. So yeah, when you're fighting to gain recognition among 200 thousand students every year where the universities can actually accommodate 10% of the candidates, its get harder every day to live a normal life and breathe. I agree, the education system elsewhere is pretty expensive. Some can't even afford it. So here there's a certain thing called "public universities". These educational institutions promise quality education at about 5 dollars per month. Shocked? Even the average waffle costs more than that. But there's a huge twist here. The typical brown issues have a major headlight, beeming with the message "Guinea pigs, this way! Get your way in and a confirmed job after 5 years." Okay what's so hard in this you ask? Let me explain. In this harsh economy and cut throat system, each university takes about 2000 to 2500 candidates max. Some even have 250 seats and the competitor list exceeds 30k. Ranting too much? Sorry, old vendetta. So yeah, if you can squeeze your way in those 20,000 seats GREAT! If not, there comes the private varsities. These places are like the regular universities in countries with white people. They charge about a total of 25,000 dollars. Which is fair enough, some of them actually give good education. But the main problem with brown people, they can't accept change. By brown people I do mean people here, if you're brown please don't get offended. So yeah that's where the issues start. If you can't get yourself into those "public spots" fighting against all the unending corruptions and leaked question papers, you'll be termed worthless and talentless. Okay so wth anyway. Public university folks get jobs and we're forced to sit and ogle.

You maybe wondering what this has to do with the story. Trust me, the connection is huge. So about 6 months ago I graduated high school. So like any other student, I wanted a good college. To get some good teachers and have a life maybe. But sad, I couldn't find a place among those "special children of the LORD" aka "Public Varsity Students". Not gonna lie some of them are majorly talented, but that doesn't mean I have to go through taunts from the next door neighbor. Now if you didn't know, unlike white folks, people here have real interest in other people's business. There own house maybe burning down, but they gotta stand there with kerosene and matchstick to light the other's house on fire.

When you don't get any place you get weird calls from all over the city. From people you hardly know. Like dude I haven't even seen you all my life and now suddenly you wanna know where I'm gonna go study for the next 5 years of my life? Okay that's just half the problems. Then come the next door neighbor aunties. They're like the cheaper version of CCTV cameras. Here parents can't deal with the fact that their children may feel attraction towards the "opposite sex". So they're on the constant lookout for someone to come by so they can shoot both their children and the opposite sex children. And homosexuality? SHHHH! They'll kill you with a fork if they hear that. Anywho... if you can't afford to lookout for your children 24/7/365 with torch lights and inspection of their phone bills, just go on and ask the neighborhood aunties. They're like the mini James Bond, like I said cheaper CCTV. All you gotta do is join them and feed them one new gossip every week and they'll be the bodyguard you never had, always on the lookout for your kids. Where they at, who they with. Even if you're chilling one day with your best friend(who's a boy) you'll soon hear things like, "I heard you were out with a boy today." My mom is the typical brown woman. One day she walks in the house after a long day of teaching, and finds me randomly playing games on the computer.

I had glasses back then. I pushed the refrigerator's door close. She walks up to me and asks,"Who visited today?" Me being totally unaware of the danger lurking by replied very normally that no one came to see my annoying face. She banged her fist against the door and started to scream. Okay WHAT IS GOING ON? My brother is actually nocturnal-ish. He sleeps the whole day and the whole day I was sitting in his room for the Wi-Fi connection he cut short so that I couldn't access it from my room. So okay he walks out and sees my mom almost fuming. I recalled this weirdly funny incident where I heard a woman whose eyes popped out cause she was too angry. Mom was raging and started screaming. She only said, "A BOY CAME HOME TODAY!" Okay I was shocked not gonna lie. Cause I had a boyfriend and he lived on the other end of town. And if he didn't come see me(secretively) who was here anyway. Then the tea was finally spilled. According to her, a man who apparently lives in our lane had told her he saw a boy visit by and me talking to him. I was so pissed. The only thing going on in my head was, who was this man? I asked my mom a hundred times who it was. Every time she replied with,"He's an old resident, he knows you and everyone." Now I've been living in this locality for 7 years so I can pretty much recognize everyone. Me and my brother pushed for more info. But she refused to budge. Then I came up on a conclusion. My mom had absolutely NO IDEA who he was. He could've been a murdered or someone who had absolutely no idea who I was, but she didn't care! NO SIREEE! All she cared about was the thing he told her, that a boy came by to visit me. So this is a pen picture of what you're gonna see more ahead on this story.

I banged my glasses against the floor and destroyed my favorite piece of specs. I shut the door close and cried and cried till my breath couldn't get shorter. My boyfriend tried to calm me down but I just screamed at my fate.

So now that phase is kinda gone. I'm 19. She can't really complain about who I'm to date. She still does tho. So now that I'm proudly sitting at home with no college and theoretically no future, I gotta hear things from the neighborhood aunties again. These kinda lines also come from my mom's colleagues. Lines like, "Oh poor her! My daughter came 44th on the test." And lines like, lemme list them so you can have a proper chance to pop your eyes out:

"My niece is studying a lot! She won't even go out to drink water!"

"She studying so much that her tongue is getting bloated."

"Oh so she didn't get into any varsity? Okay no issues. Tell her to look into the neighborhood community colleges"

There's nothing wrong with community college. But you don't get it, its not actually an advice. Its a taunt disguised as an advice. She actually means,"I KNEW SHE WOULDN'T MAKE IT ANYWHERE! She has colored hair and she wears denims and jackets! Of course she wouldn't! HAHA sucker!" So yeah, that's what's actually painful. To see your mom say things like, "No one's interested in you!" and "You won't even get place on the streets." You start losing self confidence. So I bet that's gonna give you an idea why I'm actually a doormat. Everyone walks in and treads all over me and I'm expected to shake my head like a bobble-head.

Except that, everything's dandy. I live with my parents. Here we don't actually move out. We move in, more deeper into our parent's expectations and family's wishes. So yeah, great. I studied in a co-ed so I'm not as awkward as other girls near boys. I'm a self proclaimed extrovert and I believe in setting new boundaries. But it kinda gets tough when you have about 200 people breathing down your neck and expecting you to "KILL IT!" when you yourself, and all your self dignity has been killed. To be very honest due to the lack of support I had a change of goals all my life. Mostly stuck between "I wanna go explore everything while doing what I love, SING!" and "This country is hopeless and I'm more so." Yea I wanted to be a singer. I had a weird voice. A weird mixture between Perrie Edwards and PINK. But I was always told I had a good one. If only here people would learn to accept a stronger voice. Here its a common thought, unless your voice is as smooth and high pitched as Celine Dion, you're better off dead. I could never do that to myself geez, as if I've more left to be killed.

My best friends are great. But like everyone else they have issues. They're kinda majorly dramatic. I dont blame them, they've been brought up to not accept change and mock people. But that's fine with me. I've dated 4 kinda of guys in my life, 4 boyfriends. And by now I;m out of feelings to spare and decided to live my in solace, cause if I can't have the one for me I ain't settling for anything less. We'll move on to the discussion later on, this was just to introduce you to me. And to make you understand how it feels to be different. And morely, people have to stop calling up exotic. Geez I'm not exotic, you're too white. No offense loves.

A few more details about me, okay. I have sarcasm in my blood and depression in my eyes by now. I talk a lot but express very less.That's why I thought to express myself a bit with people who'll never meet me but will know a part of my story. I can handle criticism but I can't handle cheats. All my life I've struggled with titles "fuckboys" and "abusers". I talk loud and not in circles, that's why most people here can't stand me. I colored my hair a year ago and was termed as an outcast and as a reason I never got into a public university. I'm in love with a guy who lives in Mexico and can never be mine, but by now I don't give a damn. I wanna grow up to do things I always wanted to do. Buy things without looking at price tags, go to his concerts. Did I mention the love of my life sings? Yes he does. And one last thing, I smile a lot and try to hide my problems. Cause I believe its useless to spread unhappiness. I watch makeup tutorials but have no makeup. I buy loads of "SEXY" outfits but can't wear them cause then I'd be shammed for dressing like a slut. I'm outspoken and at the same time shy.

So yeah, that's it for the 1st chapter. Sorry if this was too much info for all you guys, but I believe that to totally understand my story, you should be able to relate to me a bit. So yeah, till my next chapter, let's all hope and pray ya'll don't suffer like I do and have a good life and I don't kill myself out of anxiety. On the next chapter I'll take you back 4 years of my life and give you an inside scoop of why I AM A DOORMAT.

Leave me some love :) I'm back after 3 years lol
What This Handout is About…
This handout will explain what a Literature Review is and offer insights into the form and
construction of a Literature Review in the Humanities, Social Sciences, and Sciences.
Introduction
OK. You’ve got to write a literature review. You dust off your world literature
anthology book, settle down in your Ebert and Roper at the Movies theatre chair with
your popcorn and soda in hand, and get ready to issue a “thumbs up” or “thumbs down”
as you leaf through the pages. “Literature Review” done. Right?
Wrong! The “literature” of a literature review...
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posted by Rae-Ash
I can see it now
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
Or what will be the key

I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
Or a new place
Or even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case

I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain

Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye

In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us

We see her everywhere
Form every home to every bus
But we can’t bear to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie

We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
posted by Dhampires
Blood spattered everywhere. From the ground trickles of blood managed to reach my cheek.


I stood horrified tears swelled my eyes, my vision going unfocus the pain hit hard causing me to catch my breath. Tears rolled down my cheeks, the scene I'd witnessed far beyond my believe.


Yet I saw it all eye to eye.


She'd fallen at my feet soaked in her own blood. The images played over in my head-a deep cut to her side, another to her throat, the final one was a stab just below the heart. I looked away my whole body shaking in fear, outrage and confusion.


I'd miss taken her for dead until I turned...
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posted by saracomet
Once there was a girl her name was Blair. Blair had no friends so she went online. Then she found Fanpop. On the first month a mean girl was online and comment on Blair's wall. First, the girl wrote on her comment. Then, she called Blair names. Blair tried so hard to just forget about it, but she couldn't so Blair reported her. It got to a point that Blair couldn't go on fanpop she was scared that the girl would get back on. So Blair told the mean girl that she should back off, and if she post another ugly comment she would report her that second. Then, Blair's cousin got on Fanpop, and told...
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posted by hgfan5602
It is sad how we must leave each other,
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.

We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.

We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.

It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
“Who is he?” asked Bloom. I shook my head. “I don’t know…” I said, “That’s why I screamed. Abby walked over to the boy and felt for a pulse. She nodded her head and looked back at me. “He’s alive,” she said, “Just unconscious.” I nodded. “What do you propose we do with him?” Abby asked me. I looked at her then over at Bloom. Bloom was looking hopefully at the boy, silently wishing he would be okay. “Take him up to one of the guest bedrooms.” I said without thinking. Abby nodded and grabbed the boy, caressing him in her arms. “As you wish, Milady.” She walked...
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When I first met him, I could not comprehend anything… why he was here, where he was from, what had happened to his eye… my name is Nora Fushigi, I am sixteen years old and I live with my little sister, Bloom, in a mansion in England. The year is 1940. World War II was going on then, so I called for Bloom to come live with me out in the country because I was worried about her in the big, huge city of London. When she got here, she was overly happy to see me. “Sissy,” she said, “I’m glad to see you again!” Bloom is only six years old, and she still needs to learn some proper manners,...
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posted by hgfan5602
How I long to be back in my sweet haven,
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.

But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything

For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.

I love being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
Or get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
posted by Faith-Rulz
Fire.
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for you to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering you with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.

Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls lost within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can love be tamed? No
Love is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do you dare to play a fire's game??
posted by NormalcyIsDead
A little girl walked around the open playground, her solid brown eyes looking at the ground, sun shining on her straight auburn hair. It was her first day of Second Grade at a new school, and she didn’t know anyone there. She much rather liked walking around and looking at all the little bugs and twigs and other stuff she could find, though, instead of playing Tag, or swinging, or making necklaces out of dandelions.

As she stooped down beside the tire house to poke at a little colony of ants, she heard a humming noise. She looked up and saw a little boy about her age, sitting on the top...
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posted by anbonie
He respected bang, but it happened nothing. Anyway they hurried, because clock wasn’t usually wrong. Butler crashed bars.
When they came out of shaft, in cold room was bang. Bodyguard grabbed Pieter and with him ran across the garden and jumped in pond. He knew that pool is connected with house and it is going to be too dangerous to jump in it.
In the pond there were no many chances to survive. And it was late autumn and it was ice on surface.
But they haven’t got any other chance. Butler and Pieter waited for explosion and when they were face to face with fire they sink. Slave was all time...
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posted by TheFictionists
Evlynn
Evlynn
Honestly, I never thought I would become a vampire.

Well, I was expecting it..sort of. My parents are distant and weird and awkward. They don't talk much. Well, I don't talk much. In general. Well, ever. I mean, a seventeen-year-old eleventh grader..with bright yellow eyes and blue-black hair..who would want to talk to me. Honsetly, if anyone did, I'd run away. Literally.

Back to my point. So basically waking up to your parents saying, 'Good morning sweetheart, you're grandparents were vampires, and you are too' isn't exactly a good morning. I'm not like a old 'I Vant to Svuck Your Bluhd' vampire....
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posted by Shadowvixen49
He sits, staring blankly at the tray table seven inches from his face. He leans his head ever so slightly to the right, then ever so slightly to the left, watching the black line jump the sides of his nose. He has watched it every day of his life, always taking it for granted, never questioning its presence. But it is here, on his hands, his pants, his shirt, his nose. It is everywhere, a defining edge, showing the ending of one yet the beginning of another. It changes from points of view, disappearing in your vision while still existing in your friend’s. It is there but cannot be touched,...
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It's been so long. So long since those opening words were penned in that coffeeshop. So long since we drew scars on our foreheads. So long since we waited for Hogwarts letters. So long since we declared ourselves Potterheads.
Potterhead isn't just a title, it's a way of life. It's twirling sticks and casting spells. It's drinking butterbeer and pumpkin juice. It's riding brooms and playing Quidditch. It's living the stories we love.
It's hope and love. Eternal glory and surviving day to day. It's the truth of the world. And, perhaps most of all, it's memories.
Potterheads come in different forms,...
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posted by InvadaMiz
The door slowly creaked open, and out came Snowbell, the twins' snow white kitten.The twins sighed, Miyu picked Snowbell up, while Nakku closed and locked the creaky door.There were huge thumping noises coming from upstairs, getting closer to the door.Nakku quickly pulled Miyu back into the safety of the kitchen, their mother's skin was pale, and she had the most terrified look in her widened eyes.
Nakku and Miyu started explaining what had happened when they were in the attic.
"That means she caught up with me then."Their mother said, everyone else had fled to their rooms when the thumping had...
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posted by shenelopefan
Sandra

"A los sueños"

Y se asomaba ella por la ventana y miraba con ojos de desolación el paraje casi silencioso de su barrio. Veía pasar a una mujer con sus hijos, a los niños jugando contentos y a las señoras que pasaban tranquilas por la calle. Sonreía vagamente cuando algún ave volaba cerca de ella. Se escuchaba un sonido lejano de autopista, oyéndose cada tanto el ruidoso motor de un camión. Sin razón aparente ella miraba por la ventana, buscando la respuesta invisible a un interrogante que no existe.

También ella me miraba a mí. Cada tarde, yo salía a tomar sol para despejarme;...
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posted by noahnstar1616
-The Next Day-
I was still getting over the fact that Cameron called me last night. It was just to ask about Mercury, but he still called me.

I was already downstairs eating cereal.At least that still tasted like cereal and not like meat. After I was done, I gave my bowl to Gram, and left for the school bus.

-At School-
Cameron came up to me again. "Hey Vanessa."

I looked around nervously. "Cameron, no. You know we can't be seen together."

"It's okay, Mercury's not here."

Believe it or not, Mercury never missed school.

"Don't you see Cameron? She's testing you. She's probably watching us right now."...
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At a peaceful neighborhood of Toyko,Japan an beautiful girl's family becomes no more.While sha was out at here best friend's house for two hours.blood splattering,pain,dieing,and screaming in one house.Police was called but the line was filled.For hours this goes on the girl returns to her peaceful family to her twin brother,older sister,mother,father,and her younger brother.

When she gets her keys to the door she notice that it already opened just a crack though,she is still nervous.She cationusilly opens the door to see her younger brother have the breathe of his to say,"you know one day...
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I believe in my heart that we shouldn't have to change or selves or stop following our dreams just for someones approval because this is our life and they have to live theirs if we have a dream that our heart is at then we need to go after it and ignore those haters because they'll make you stronger.For example if you want to be a singer be a singer,If you want to be an Artist be an artist.If you want to be different and original than be original because you have to fulfill your dreams.If you stop because of haters ,you will never feel happy or complete and you'll let the hater win by giving...
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The first time I saw him he was digging ketchup out of a bottle with a knife. he was bent over the desk, red brown hair covering his face. With a crooked grin he turned around to face me.
"want some" he gestured to the big red mess of what I think might have been a sandwich.
"um... Maybe latter" I replayed setting my books on the counter. I had just started a new year in high school, and was currently third period aka, home Ed class. Probably one of the most unusefull class ever. Well here I am walking in to a class room of new faces, and with just one look at my new partner I know that I defiantly...
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