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This is an interschool women basketball match dated on a Saturday – 30 Jan 2016, starting from 1 pm to 3 pm in Pierri Gym, I was sitting on the four lane on the left hand side of the stadium. It is observed that most of the audience are white Americans (the white), aging 30 or above, which I believe could possibly be the parents from both teams. There are some kids aged 9 or 10 and a baby as well, sitting with their parents; most of the audience are sitting in pairs. To the right end of the stadium

Colour is in the art and the art is literature. Often, one depicts morality the concept of shades: a color scheme that involves the gradation from lightest to darkest, which in most case, is white to black. In such scale, the shades white and black represent two contrasting extremes as they parallel the idea of morality, where white is right and black is wrong. However, the complication arises at the area between the white and black: the grey. The grey area possesses no absolute verdict, for one

Morality in Shades Colour is in the art and the art is literature. Often, one depicts morality the concept of shades: a color scheme that involves the gradation from lightest to darkest, which in most case, is white to black. In such scale, the shades white and black represent two contrasting extremes as they parallel the idea of morality, where white is right and black is wrong. However, the complication arises at the area between the white and black: the grey. The grey area possesses no absolute

I could say something bland, like: “Hi my names (generic water name) and I am a part of the water cycle” Or I could go into some descriptive rant about the sky or the plant on which I am currently residing. But I believe my approach is much better. I won't tell you my name, because it has no significance to the tale that I am going to tell. If it did I would have told you, but it's really not important, and with no disrespect I have no reason to believe you won't mentally make fun of it. So for those

The Golden flare from the enormous sun eliminated all traces of shadows from the prodigious beach in Miami, Florida. While on the beach with my family I observed the great, green ocean that stood before my eyes; it was profound, beautiful, yet something about it seemed mysterious. The bright sparkling of emerald green crystals stood before the ocean, while at the same time the light breeze tucked and pulled my hair. My mother handed me a white coral necklace that had attached to it an old rusted