I Am A Female, I Am Not Weak, And I Am Not A Feminist

Hello everyone it’s been like a long time. Right now I am opening a blog called the The Female Ambiguity. This blog is going to be focused on the issues with and faced by the female population, beauty, fashion, lifestyle, etc. I am aiming for it to be a big hit, My goal is for it to be like a haven for females to come to. I am going to try to not make this a blog where we constantly question gender inequality,  I am going to try to make it grow to where there will be forums and advice columns, and if possible turn it into a magazine. Just sharing my dreams. I will need help of females out there with guest posts on female issues, beauty tips, fashion tips, etc. If you would  like to publish a guest post on my new blog you contact me on this blog or you can contact me on my new blog. Thank you guys.

I am Reading The Noticer

anaffairwithbooksheaderI chose the book to read as a 21st century non-fiction for my Advance Placement English 3 summer assignment. I have to read IN COLD BLOOD by Truman Capote too. Has any one read the book? Tell me if you liked it, but don’t tell me about the book.

I Saw Frozen

 

Okay guys I know it might be old with Divergent and The Fault in Our Stars on the line, but this is actually my first time seeing it. I mean I’ve seen the clips and stuff, but I actually saw it. Okay time to stop writing like a girly girl because I’m not.  It involves some spoiler, Read at your own risk.

What I’ve to say about Frozen is that it’s one amazing piece of work from Disney. There was a moment that I thought that it was going to be like Snow White, Beauty and the Beast, Little Mermaid, and Sleeping beauty

“Only true love’s kiss .”

 Since Anna believed herself to be in love with Hans while Hans was not in love with her, I thought that it was Kristoff that was in love with her which he actually realized and started his way back to the castle. You know like in any normal “Only true love’s kiss” Disney movie Kristoff is expected to kiss her, but it was actually someone other than Kristoff or Hans or even a male. I know some people who haven’t watched the movie might still be reading this post, so I’m not going to say who kissed her. I am not going to lie or pretend, I really love this movie, and I give a lot of credits to the writer and creator of this movie and also Disney. I absolutely fell in love with Elsa’s castle and dress.

If you haven’t watched it you should, it’s not cheesy like Snow White or Beauty and the Beast.

Big Break

Hello to my readers, followers, and also viewers. I am going to be going on a break to face school work, volunteer, and find a job.

Here is the sweet one, I am going to finish my novel.  WATCH OUT FOR IT 🙂

I’m writing to tell you guys that I won’t be updating with any book reviews for a while to lessen my distraction, but of course I will still be checking on my blog, and writing some other fun post, so actual  book reviews will be rare.

I am writing a story on Wattpad

I Truly Wrote This

Hey everyone, I’ve been trying to write a novel. I was planning to sell it on amazon when I’m finished, but I changed my mind and decided to write on Wattpad to get an audience and the opinions of others.

The book is called My Life by Xita. Right now, I’m obsessed with the name Xita, not like Bieber fever, anyway the name means “rain” in Maltese.

This is a story is about a girl Xita as she tells the story of her life as an illegitimate child resulting from her mother being raped at 17. She’s despised by her mates, looked upon as a disease. Life becomes difficult and complicated as she continues and decisions are hard to make. What will she do when she finds out that there is one person that loves her other than her mom? What will she do when her biological father makes a sudden reappearance begging for her to forgive him? Will she forgive him? He raped her mother, and ruined her childhood and adolescence.

You can read the book on Wattpad. Click here to read

Excerpt of the first chapter:

I was choking from the gut-wrenching and putrid smell oozing from the dark room.

“Do you want some painkiller mom?”

“Uh” she moans and throws up again, and I rush to the kitchen cabinet to get some ibuprofen. Thirty minutes later, I’m in the kitchen hurrying to make some eggs and oatmeal for breakfast. I take a tray to my mom’s room, and set it on her bedside table. I quickly gulp my breakfast and set off for the road. I have to walk really fast to be able to make the first train to 1st avenue so that I will have enough time to walk to school. I walk as fast as my weak legs can carry me because I had stood for too long cleaning up the mess my mom made. I sometimes run. I reach the station as the train door was about to be closed. I walk to the front seat in the train. For some reason everybody avoided the front while I avoided the back. I didn’t want to be a bait to those tired, angry, and hungry people. I pushed myself to the edge of the seat, even though someone two times of me can fit on the seat, and I look out the window as the train moves. I stop at 1st avenue and begin my slow scared walk to school.

This is how my morning starts; clean up my drunken mom’s mess, sometimes make breakfast if there’s anything to eat, catch the first train to 1st avenue, and walk to school as slow as I can because I do not want to be the first student to be in school.

Going to school was my own physical hell that I kept going back to. The teachers were mean, and the students called me names. As I went to my locker to get my books for my second hell, someone mistook a step and hit me, causing me to fall down heavily on my butt, and my books went in two directions. I looked up at the boy that caused me to fall expecting him to give me a helping hand, instead he said, “um I’m…,” and reached out his hand, and I also reached out mine, but he stopped halfway and said

“I can’t touch you.”

He ran down the hallway leaving me on the cold tiled floor with my hand still in the air. I dropped my hand and crawled to pick my books, and I used the lockers as support to stand up. I walked slowly to my next hell with my head in my neck in shame. I felt like a disease as everybody stared at me. Continue on Wattpad.

Note: I am writing this book in series, and I will try to update regularly. I might also post some stuff related to it here.

Again click to read.

 

Busy Life

My life is so busy right now.  So glad school is almost over.