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Afterlife: A Star Wars Story (Fan Story)

The Tri Suns meet at the horizon, burning brightly in the hazy sky. Night falls quickly, and temperatures drop to a bone shattering chill. You can hear the howling, and chanting of the natives of this desolate planet. Once you’re alone, you must seek shelter, or they’ll hunt you down, and kill for just being on their grounds. These natives are blood thirsty, but once you pay them well, they’ll be on your side till you are dried out of credits. It’s midnight now, I arise from my campsite, pack up, and set my coordinates on my speeder for the major city, Dakura. 

The Tri Suns are up in the sky now, beating down on this sandbox of a planet. ‘Why the hell am I on Ruumka’; Traveling for hours now to Dakura, and yet, I have come across a charging station for my speeder. ‘What’s that?’ I say to myself, and off about 10km a bright blinding sliver in the horizon, ‘Could it be?’ I say to myself. I speed up by bike, and it is! a charging station with a small cantina. 

I pull up to a charging post, with 4 of the 6 still available. I hook up my speeder, turn on my plexo shield so no one can take my gear or my bike. I grab my basic necessities, and head into the cantina. 

It is dark, and cool in this cantina, music is playing from this hologram band, and the bartender, greets me in his native tongue, I greet him back, and sit at the bar. I order a  Aitha Protein Drink to replenish myself, and then a Bantha-blood fizz. The bartender and the few people there automatically stop what their doing once they here that drink’s name come out of my mouth. They look at me as some type of murder, and I ask, “Is there something wrong?” The bartender replies, “The Last person that ordered that, enslaved the galaxy. We don’t take kindly to that here.” I’m surrounded by an angry crowd, all having their blasters pointed at me or their vibroswords. As they came closer and closer, my inner darkside came out. My eyes went from brown to midnight black, I stomped my foot on my ground, and everyone was thrown back off their feet. One of them, arose from a table on top of him, and yelled out, “Kill him!” Quickly I pulled out my lightsabers, one red, and the other blue, and then the slaying began. Force chocking one in mid air, as one wanted to interrupt the force choke, I used my jedi mind tricks, and made him kill the others. I dropped the lifeless body on the ground, and began to electrocute everyone, force pushing and pulling, for the easy kills. The cantina was a wreck, broken bottles, tables turned, booths in half, lights barely hanging on, bodies all over the ground, then a rustle within the pile. I walk over with both lightsabers still on, and I point my lightsabers at the group of dismembered bodies, “Speak, or die!” It was the bartender, and with all of his energy, he spoke, “You’re no Sith nor a Jedi. You’re a Grey Lord, are you a Skywalker?” I answered, “No, I’m no where near related to the Skywalker family.” I see how puzzled he is, and he asks me, “How did you manage to get a hold of those lightsabers, Anikan’s Jedi saber, and his Sith Saber?” I put my sabers away, and help the bartender up, and carry him to one still in-tact booths. He pours us both from the Bantha Bottle--awaiting my answer. “I’m not suppose to be here, I don’t even know how far I have traveled in time, but I’m not suppose to be here.” He gulps down his beverage and looks at me with his five eyes. “What do you mean you shouldn’t be hear?” he asks, I respond, “We had something hit Earth, and that something Nasa has been following it for a long time, till they identified that it’s no comet. It was a an elongated spaceship looking asteroid. During a span of 5 years, they researched it, and found out it was from another galaxy, and it plummeted on our planet, After that, I don’t recall much. Just war, and Earth was losing, because they had lightsabers, vibroswords, and better blasters. I remember seeing, well, you might find this funny, but Rey with a Darth Vader’s saber, and Anikans blue saber. It was a blood bath. After that, just a massive blur.” The bartender gets up and limps to small corridor, and pulls out a datacron, which contains up 10million years of recorded history. He turns a small panel on the bottom of it, and a hologram pops on top. Showing Rakath, then zooming in on the Capital, Shym. “What are you doing?” I ask him, “He replies, everyone in the known galaxy knows the battle for Milky Way. You are Sebastian, the Conqueror. You belonged in the Navy, in a tactics ops team. You guys had no match, your planet Rakath had no match against the New Order. With Rey in command, she was unstoppable.” He presses play, it shows the truth. ‘Many of these elongated spaceships disguised as asteroids, crashed on habitable planets, throughout the Milky Way, releasing havoc to the intelligent life on those planets. Milky Way was lost, but one planet, gave the best fight, a fight that the New Order, took heavy tolls. A tactical squad, that involved the best soldiers on Rakath, from every branch, and they called themselves the 500 Legion. They gave the New Order a run a war that lasted 5yrs, and the galaxy laid on their shoulders. Captain Phasma was killed in action, Kylo Ren was beheaded by General Sebastian with Darth Vader’s Saber, and it was an imminent victory as it was being prodcast live for everyone in the universe to see, to see the New Order conquer all. In many planets, people cheered for the 500 Legion, and very few supported the New Order. It was not until December 20th 2028, precisely at 1600hrs Rey summoned the Power of Grey, annihilated the 500 Legion, all but one. General Sebastian was the only one left, the only in Rey’s way, in conquering all. He used Vader’s sword, as Rey used Anikan’s Jedi sword, the fight lasted for hours, despite General Sebastian’s lack of Force usage. He fought with physics, and barely winning, Rey knelt. Defeated she was, but with the power of pure Sith, she caused the Planet to crack, and fragments floated in the air, as her eyes shined red, and darkness covered her body, Sebastian was blown off the planet, and sent into a deep space travel. Unconscious, and unknown, He travels through space in a time capsule. Legend says, his body is still out their, traveling through space, alive or dead, he is the only hope to bring Order to the Universe.’

I finished my last gulp, took a deep breath, and asked, “Is Rey still alive?” He chuckles, gets up and walks over to the exit, “She never died, you must go and fulfill your destiny.” I get up, walk towards the door, and I asked one more question, “Tell me, what year is it?” he stats, “In your planet terms, it’s 1.5.2518.” In shock, i walk out, of the cantina, I place my hood on, disconnect my speeder, and continue my journey to Dakura, I just know I have to go there, my gut says so, and just something has been telling me to go there. I ride off to the distance as the Tri Suns are setting once more. 

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Silence

She stood there in silence, waiting for him to arrive. She didn’t know who he or she even was, but she waited patiently in stillness. She knew what she must do, she knew that life itself must go beyond to our expectations. She waited.

Darkness grew, she shivered even more, and she knew it was here. It grew rapidly on her, making her spine quiver to it’s touch. Samu-sa was here, and it came at her in full force. Eating her away, and draining her spirit from it’s core. She did not moved, she stayed there, silver, and silence, silver, and cold.

She opened her mouth, as her last breath escaped her. Her body lifeless as a doll; the wind blew from behind her, as her icy hair fluttered nicking her cheeks. Samu-sa known as coldness in Japan, has taken another victim. Samu-sa swept in, and ate her soul, but what many don’t know, she made a deal with Samu-sa, leaving her cage, and now traveling the universe. Her body is one with the Earth, as her Soul is now one with the Stars.

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Jersey Shore: Love & Hate

Oh the Jersey Shore, I remember hearing about this in my early high school years, which aired December 3, 2009. I never watched it because I never liked reality TV. Honestly I just found it a pile of....(yeah). The Jersey Shore went to Italy in one of their seasons, and that’s where I got hooked. 

For me, The Jersey Shore was a major Love and Hate relationship. I hated it at firsts because it was just Jersey trash, causing havoc wherever they go. They drank to get drunk, they would have sex, just because, and they would fight over the stupidest things known to man. It was out of control, and I honestly wanted The Jersey Shore off of the air. But redemption kicked in, their Jersey Shore goes to Italy season, picked it up really well. I watched every episode after that season. The laughs weren’t stupid, it was actual well thought out pranks they did on each other, and just common stupidity, (but not the kind of try hard stupidity, such as previous seasons.) It was a new Jersey Shore. It had a good amount of Drama, that kept me watching. 

The trip to Italy not only changed the show for better, but it also made the cast members more real, instead of the basic try hard. I enjoyed it, everyone still hated it. The male characters that I enjoyed the most were Vinny and Pauly D, they had a bromance like no other, they were the Bromance figures at the time, and female characters I liked, were Deena and JWoww, reason, because JWoww, was honestly pretty fine, and Deena, after the Italy trip, she became smarter, more responsible, and more attractive. (I know, I’m shallow.) What people didn’t understand with this show, was yes, it was a terrible show, full of drinking, sex, parties, drugs, and run with the law, but it also brought laughter. Laughter of course after the Italian trip season, because the show became a bit more sophisticated. The show brought me joy, and when I herd the final episode was December 20, 2012, I was a bit upset, because of the laughter it brought me, and most of all, the characters changed. At a same time, I was a bit relieved that it ended, because again, the stupidity, and the nonsense. I feel like I was part of the few in this nation that actually liked Jersey Shore, even though I started liking it during the Italian trip. Would I like to see a reunion season? That would be great, but very problematic, because now they won’t able to do much of what they did. Have of the crew is either engaged or married, and imagine if they did what we all saw in past seasons, man, the trouble they would be in.  

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Real Talk

Suicide, is a big deal, a big talk, and Suicide month just passed (September). Reason why suicide is a big talk, is because many people do it, and many people don’t have the right person to talk to when they’re in the process of completing it. I personally, have thought about it during some times during my life. Especially when things go spiraling down hill, and you believe there is no way out. I’ve never went through with it, if I did, I wouldn’t be here typing this. Though when I felt like I wanted to, I always asked myself, who is it going to affect, and why. Then I conclude with, this simple problem can be fixed, instead of believing there is no way out, but some aren’t lucky as I am. 

Now, Suicide is something that many countries deal with, more dominant in the EurAsia region. S. Korea is a major nation that has dominating suicide problem, despite the governments efforts to decrease the rate, suicide is a common talk, and a common action. Eddie Huang, from Vice, and on his own show Huang’s World. Season 2, episode 7, he visited South Korea, specifically Seoul. There he was invited to partake in a Suicide Prevention exercise, where everyone dressed in white robes. They did breathing exercises, and reflected upon their life. That is where they were told to look at an image of themselves (image of them at their happiest moment), write a letter to themselves, as if they were dead, to alive self, in not to do it. Everyone cried in that room, and once the letter was written, they were told to sit inside in a coffin like box, and wait for 5 minutes. Once those minutes were up, they were all released, in a Born again world. Mr. Eddie Huang did say, that he never thought of suicide like this, and how major of a problem it is not only in Korea, but in the world, and that everyone deserves a second chance, and to pay attention to the signs. To help them, and to remind them, how precious they are.  

Due to this, I chose to discuss this featured topic with a dear friend of mine, who he’s been at the lines of suicide, and closer than I have ever been to ending it all. Now for this segment, my plan is to interview him, converse on what were the feelings before his attempt, and why. Ask his close friends, and loved ones, to see if they saw anything in him. Then ask him on how, and if, he thought about anyone in the family, such as how they would feel, if he has completed it. Then ask his peers again, in how they would feel if he would’ve gone through it, and their reactions. Later ask what changed his mind into not doing it, and what is keeping him from doing it again, or going to an all time low. Lastly, if he has anything to say to those who are dealing with depression, and are in thoughts about suicide. 

Once suicide is no joking matter. The person dealing with, can easily put on a fake smile, and do a fake laughter, in order to make the world rotate on axis, without a problem. What I have noticed on a daily basis, people will ask the common question, when confronted: “How are you?” if you answer the typical answer: “I’m great, thank you. Yourself?” and the world rotates. But if you change that answer to: “I’m not doing so well,” or “I’m having problems,” anything negative. Very few people will respond with: “Are you okay?” but the rest, will slowly try avoid you. Negativity pushes people away, and when the worse happens, it pulls people together. These matters, must be taken to account. How the person reacts to that basic question, how the person in general is. We must pay attention, and if we do, and help them in time, imagine the countless of lives one could be saving. 

So just remember, you’re beautiful, you’re gorgeous, and you are loved. You’re young, and have a big future ahead of you. You’re not alone in this path of life. We are all in this together.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: Call 1-800-273-8255

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From the Ditch to the Repair Shop

We all go through struggles. Some crash and fall, and others rise to the top with no worries in sight. I myself am a bit of both. I had multiple failures, but with dedication, I rose from the abyss.

This is one of my saddest moments in my life, that personally, I thought there was no way out. During mid 2013-early 2015, I use to be a high speeder, and occasionally race. I’d race on the highway, any part of the highway, as long as there was a challenger (not the car, just a person wanting to challenge me). Personally my favourite track was Lake Shore Drive; which the fastest I’ve gone was 185mph; from 1800-2300 hours. It was enough traffic, that one had to use all of their senses to swerve in and out of traffic. I was the best for that, cutting close in everything, barely fitting, going under high-rise semis, and just using the basic speed, time, distance ratio to make it happen; overall money was pouring in from those races.

Now during late 2012 and early 2013, I received tickets like no other. I told myself, “I have the money, I can easily pay it, and boom, no worries.” That eventually caught up to me. I was pulled over in Shaumburg, specifically speaking on Golf Road, next to California Pizza Kitchen. Now the incident wasn’t speeding related, but at a red light, a lady went reverse, and bumped into me. She frantically got out of her car, and said I hit her. Would you believe that? and stated that I created the bump in car, when in reality, that bump was there. Well fast forward, police came, and took me away. Reason: I had 4 tickets, and had a suspended license. My girlfriend at the time, Kelly Ann S., followed me to Rowling Meadows stations and bailed me out the 160$. I had a court date.

In Belvidere, I was pulled over for going 80mph, in a 65. They didn’t arrest me, they just gave me another ticket. I had to tell my parents because it was catching up to me, and so I did. It went as I thought it did. anger, disappointment, and worrisome.

We arrived to McHenry County Courthouse, and had a lawyer ready at hand. To be honest, this lawyer, I had a bad juju of him. Immediately he said, “pay up 500$” like WTF? really? All he stated was we’re going in, and just plea guilty, and let me do all the talking. Which I did so, and welp, that didn’t work as planned. I was handcuffed, and taken to the back. I was scared, scared to death. I cried multiple times that day. I put my parents through so much worry, that, all I remember, was saying “guilty” and a officer comes behind me, places handcuffs, and treating me like a official criminal. I turned around, and my mom was reaching for me, bursting into tears, and my father, speechless. The door opened, and I was taken into a dark cold room - soundproof. In a time-span of 3hrs, I was on a bus, headed to Chicago. Which the trip took 4hrs, because we stopped at every suburb picking up actual criminals, and those like me, for stupidity. That night we arrived to the D.O.C. Department of Correction. I was scared shitless. I was in line to pick my clothes (blue) for misdemeanors, black for convictions, red for murders, tan for theft, and some other colours I don’t remember. They arranged us with the colours we were. I did a health evaluation, and cried in front of the nurse, where I told my story to him, and he too was flabbergast, That I was just arrested, and he stated, I should’ve received a letter payment, and court. which is what the Cook County, Lake County, and McHenry County do. Never received it.

It was close to midnight, there were no clocks there, and I was in a tight room, with benches, and a couple of TV’s. There was a basketball game going on, and Miami Heat was playing - it was the playoffs. There were payphones on the wall, but you didn’t have to pay. So I made a call home, just to hear my parents voice. Man I cried. I wanted to go home. I was afraid, and just hearing my mom and dad’s voice saying, it’s going to be okay. It eased me. I arrived to my quarters with everyone wearing blue. They took me to my cot, where I placed my pillow, and blanket, and I sat down, contemplating, I don’t want my future like this. In that moment, I spoke to some great innocent people.

There was a guy who always parked his car in the same spot for the past 10yrs in Lincoln Park, IL. He did that on this day, and as he got out of his, he was stopped by a police officer, who arrested him on the spot. Reason: for parking in front of a fire hydrant, and resisting arrest. When in reality, he said, he always parked 2-5ft in front of the fire hydrant, and did so on this day. I was taking to trail, where the officer stated he was resting arrest, and was also arrested for theft, murder and battery. This man said, he’s done nothing like that. He’s a doctor at Northwestern Medical University, he’s married to a beautiful wife, who’s an architecture, and he has 3 great kids. He wouldn’t do such a thing to risk his life. I was in shock with his story. There was another guy, his name was also Sebastian, and he’s from Aurora, IL. He’s a college student at Elmhurst College, studying business, and music therapy. He had a part-time job as a security officer for a business. One night he was going to a friends house, and arrived to a massive party all over the house, and on the lawn. He notice his friend, who called him up, and was outside. They talked for a few minutes, the friend pulls out a baggie of cocaine, and at that moment, the cops arrive to break the party down. The friend throws the cocaine to him, and guess what, Sebastian was arrested for possession of drugs. Just in the wrong place, at the wrong time. I met great people, that didn’t belong there. They, were wrongfully placed.

That morning, I was awaken by Sebastian, that they are calling me, I was being released. Everyone in the room was clapping, because they knew my story, and knew I was one of them, wrongfully placed at the D.O.C. I arrived to a room, and received my clothing that I came with. I changed, and was taken to another building, that I had to sign for the time i did, which was less then 24hrs. I finally stepped outside, into the busy streets. I saw my dad, and my brother-in-law, Saim, ran to them and hugged them, and cried again. I wanted to take care of this, and become a better person.

The following month we met up with the lawyer again at Rolling Meadows, and again, 500$ up-front. We got nothing done, that day., and were scheduled for the following month. It was September, and we went to the courthouse again. Another lawyer met with us, and he stated, he works with the lawyer we had. But he didn’t charge us upfront. All he said was, we win his, you owe me nothing. We lose this, I’ll send you my bill. That day, he manage to drop 2 out of the 6 tickets I had in the McHenry County Region. He set up another date for the following week, which was weird. We arrived the following week, and the other lawyer showed up, and the new lawyer did too. We dropped the first lawyer, who was just seeing us as dollar bills. In that week, all charges were dropped, tickets were wiped out, and I was free. He even had proof that McHenry County never sent a letter of payment and etc. So he worked his magic, and had McHenry County pay me, the money worth of the hassle I went through. Made the other lawyer pay me back the money of the nonsense he put me through. I came out winning and with a clean record, with no class necessary., and my license back. Yeah, that’s right, I beat the government.

Now in belvidere, I had something similar, but no arrest, just tickets, and they said, if I don’t show, I’ll have a warrant for my arrest. We called a family friend, Paul Villa, a lawyer that also did his magic, in the span of 4months. with 2 meetings. I never had to pay anything, back, once again, Paul made it to where my record was spotless, no charges, no convictions, nothing. I was a free man, able to drive again. I was unstoppable.

Since then I have halted my racing, I have managed to stay between at limit to 5 over. That was my all-time-low. I was afraid, and from this experience, I realized, my life overall,  had to become better. Which it has been, slowly but surely. I just hope this story, in the future, can aid my future children, to double think EVERYTHING before they do something.

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Playoff Frenzy

So I’m a big fan of mystery books, as well as horror. I began writing this type of genre back in sophomore year in high school, with basic short stories, that were pretty well praised by my English professors, and Creative Writing professors as well. So here’s another shot:

You can tell it’s Autumn, cool crisp air fills your lungs, leaves crunching under your feet, and the glistening colours that fill the landscape. 28th of October is the date that is plastered on the widows,, next to big red words, “GO BHS BRONCOS”, and “BEAT PARK RIDGE (Main South) HAWKS!” on Cook St. Coffee.

It’s a busy late Saturday morning, especially with the first round, home playoff game starting in a couple of hours. Streets are packed, especially S. Hough St., they’re all heading towards Barrington High. “BOOM”, “BANG”, I hiccup from my seat, and spill my hot tea all over the floor. Everyone is looking towards the counter, where the baristas were frantically cleaning up the mess after the coffee maker exploded. Last time I was this startled was when I saw Annabelle Creation Movie about a couple months ago. I look down at my phone “11:46″ I close my laptop, shove it in my backpack, clean up my mess, and bolt out of the coffee shop.

“I should’ve left earlier”, I say to myself as I sit in traffic on crossover of W. Main St., and W. County Line Rd. I turn up the volume as my music is on shuffle; palms sweaty, agitated, I begin to lose patience, I turn automatic right on N. Hager Ave., and park in the neighbourhood right by BHS. I grab my backpack, and camera equipment; the hairs on my neck stand in salute, and goosebumps run down my body. The temperature has dropped immensely; I reach into my car, pull out my press jacket, and press pass., and walk towards the stadium.

As I enter the stadium, I am in awe of the massive crowd, both sides are erupting: a sea of red on home side, and a sea of white. I set up my equipment on the 35 yard line. I glance down at my phone “12:59″, and Park Ridge is on the field warming up. Barrington has their giant inflatable helmet on the field; they run out in their all black uniforms, and carrying the Bronco Flag. I quickly begin taking photos of the charging army, and the cheering fans.

It’s the end of the 1st quarter, and score is Broncos 0 - 3 Hawks., I move towards the end zone. I take the shot, and I look down to my camera to view the image: players taking their water break, fans tossing red, black, white powder smoke in the eerie sky, the crowd overflowing on both sides, and lastly, something has caught my eye. I zoom in on the image, catch a man on the visitors side hiding behind the bleachers, wearing a straight jacket, and a vintage gas mask. I immediately look up, and see nothing; go back to my camera, and finally see him. I zoom in, and begin taking the shot: He is stabbing a woman to death, as she lays on the ground as a rag doll. I stand up, and rush over to police officer, and show him the images. Without making a scene, he walks over with his deputy, and as I can see, he has discovered the dead mangled women, and he radios in.

It’s the end of 2nd quarter, Broncos 3 - 6 Hawks, and the stadium is split with cheering, and fans heading to the concessions. In the corner of my eye, another ambulance is coming to pickup the lifeless woman, and in the other corner of my eye, I see the man hiding under the home bleachers. I swiftly turn around, and catch him dismembering a body, sprint towards him, and on my way, I catch another officer, and I drag him with. We lose him within the crowd, but arrive to the body; fully dismembered, but not just one, three bodies were laying on the ground, a man, and two women. It’s another Black Dahlia Murder with these bodies dismembered. Surprisingly no one has noticed this man, but then again, Halloween is a couple of days away, and the student section for Barrington, they’re in costumes. The officer radios in the ambulance that picked up the first woman, and gradually I walk away to see if I can catch this man.

It’s the end of the 3rd quarter, Broncos 6 - 6 Hawks, I’m standing at next to the restrooms, pondering on what could be the pattern. In a sudden jerk, I am yanked inside to the restroom, and my mouth is being covered by bloody hand. I look up and see the gas mask. I am tossed like a rag doll towards the stall, crashing and breaking the stall. Water gushes out, I’m drenched, and in pain, He creeps over to me, bends down, and I breathe my last breath. I feel the gnawing pain in my chest, my mouth fills with blood; I can’t believe this is happening. The sky slowly begins to fade, and in a sudden, darkness.

“BANG, BOOM”, I jolt up in my seat, and alarmed by the bright light burning my face. I look around, and see baristas frantically cleaning up a mess. I am bewildered, my phone buzzes, and I look down, “11:46″, I raise my head up, “GO BHS BRONCOS, BEAT PARK RIDGE HAWKS!” Traffic down the street on S. Hough St., “What the hell is going on” I ask myself, “This can’t be real.”

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Ocean Drive by Duke Dumont, is a song I fell in love with. This song is a full reminder of what I do and have done, living life with full risk which is “Dancing with the Devil,” - my thrill of the ride. Also whenever I go on long drives on the highway, or country drives, this song transports me to a whole new world, with a relaxing 115bpm of Tropical House. This is my theme song, my theme song during my drives, and of life.

Tears in Your Eyes by Nora En Pure: a song I can dance the night away. It’s a soothing Electronic Deep House, with a perfectly done 120 slow bpm; the wordings of this song is a deep reminder of being okay to break down, there will always be someone to find you, and raise you up. 

The Promise by When in Rome; This soothing beat, as well its wording, is a connection I truly have with my best friends, and girlfriend of four years (and counting), that I’d do my best for them to be there for them and to make sure the intentions are great. 

She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5; Long Story short, I’m a hopeless romantic, anything that involves emotional exposure is my favourite, exposing someone’s true heart, always makes them stronger. This song is a smack to the face of something I would do, driving or miles and miles to knock on her door, just to see her smile; calling her my beauty queen. This song is me and my girlfriend of 4years couldn’t agree more.

No Sleep by BlasterJaxx: I’m a big EDM Freak, been it before it became a thing, the bpm of this wonderful song is a delicious 130, delivering a saucy beat. This song gets me going; gets me going at the gym, ready for the day, and helps me conquer. When I run, which is distance and speed, I start out with an easy 5.5mph half mile then I elevate my speed every quarter mile, and my music speeds up in the bpm from a tropical chill 115 all the way to heavy nasty and raunchy drops to hardest of hardsyle, which is a 180/200bpm. During my run, whether on treadmill or on a road, I can max up to 15-20mph in my run. If this can get me going especially in my runs, imaging the wonders it can do to you during your most busiest day.  

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Katy Elizabeth Hudson aka Katy Perry is an artist that I have truly fell in love with. Not because of her looks..., well okay that was a major part in it, but because of her talent, her voice, her morals. She isn’t afraid to show where she came from, she’s strong, a fighter—starting out in a highly religious family that was too poor to buy food, and had to survive on stamps and shelters, later on finding her path in music by starting out in a Christian genre, and then being dropped by every label she attempted from 1999-2006. By 2007 she was given an opportunity with a Capitol Records, and she made her hit a Blum “One of the Boys”. She didn’t give up after being thrown down, and denied while her previous albums were being processed. Coming from an extreme Christian Family where pop music was frowned upon, she stood out and took the leap. Her family saw her successes and saw how she was still praising God despite her music wasn’t Christian, she still recognised and Gabe thanks for her successes to God., because of that her family supported her to the fullest. After her first album, she was invited to join chords with multiple artist such as 3OH!3, Timbland, and more. She was internationally known; Teenage Dream was her 2nd album, and once again she blew up, followed by Prism and the newly released Witness. She became a Superstar, starting from a pretty much the bottom to where they needed support financially and in food, going against her family’s wishes, and proving she can make it free being dropped multiples tones from albums. Her name is Katy Elizabeth Hudson, Katy Perry, an activist for the LGBTQ community, a major supporter of the Red Cross, a speaker of UNICEF and with an award from called Audrey Hepburn Humanitarian Award, St Jude’s Children Hospital Sponsor, sponsor of Keep A Breast Foundation, and donates constantly to Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, The Human Society of the United States, Children Health Fund (CHF) and Generosity Water. She’s an outstanding woman despite backlash from major celebrities and some family members, but that hasn’t stopped her and never will. She is who she is. Katy Perry, the beautiful, fierce, intelligent, generous, proactive woman that I look up and love very much.

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By far one of the funniest videos I’ve seen this year. Especially at the end about “My uncle Richie took a dump in the oven and left” just a massive ROFL, LMFAO; especially how it gets mixed up.

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Why the hell am I going to college?

Their are many reason I can throw out why I’m going to college, but only a few hit me hard—I want to be better than my father, he has worked hard all hit entire life, studying biochemistry, having a doctrine in it, but when he came to the US, for a better life for my mom and sibling, everything was vanished; his degree didn’t count in the States, therefore he took up Resturant jobs and factory working in order to prepare the upcoming and fourth child, me! Since I was born, he has worked and changed restaurants and factory jobs across town, and as I grew, always pushed me to be better then him, to be the bigger person. That is my goal, to be the better person, to be better than my father, everything he sacrificed and poured out for me. To be where I am now. I wake up everyday, shower, dressed and an easy breakfast; I look at my father getting ready to go to work, and I look at him, tired, exhausted and getting older; he hasn’t called it quotes, because he wants to see me become the better man, to become the best man, and too become his pride. I respect my father and love him to the infinite stars, and I will make him proud, so I in the future, may be able to provide for my family without a struggle, without a worry free if there is enough money or not, why, because thanks to my dad, he taught me to never give up, and to grind till you get what you want, and most certainly to be the best.