A Little Bit of Serendipity.

HAHAHA, aw haven’t been to too many:

1. Small J-rock Concert @ Whisky A-Go-Go Club in Sunset

2. Anime Expo Raves every year.

3. A spring music festival @ UC Merced.

I let a friend of mine hold my G36 rifle. He tells me it’s heavy.

(It’s the second lightest gun on our team)

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From a friend who couldn’t make a trip to Little Tokyo today:

“OMG, Sorry!!!”

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Haha, lag. Came back from a small road trip.

Day 4:

She had an awesome bob-cut, super petite, and eyes as wide as the center of the milky-way.

The entire encounter lasted 20 minutes XD.

Day 5:

Oooh, don’t watch too much TV, but it’s a cross between Top Gear, Neon Genesis Evangelion, and Mythbusters.

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To a lot of people, I’m a source of help, that guy that people turns to when shit hits the fan. And granted, a lot of people are surprised when I tell them that I expect nothing back for my help.

The reason why I’m open to giving away as much help as I can give is because I need help myself. For the longest, I’ve known myself to be broken, incomplete, and counterproductive. Only recently (well, if you count a couple of years as recent) did I come to realize that I don’t have to let my faults waste my life. When my life ends, I want to make sure that I’ve spent the most of it helping others as best I can, in the best way I know possible.

Beneath the social, laughing guy that everyone knows, there’s someone patching themselves up. But I don’t need pity. The patches I place can only be made with every good thing I do.

And so far, I think I’m doing a pretty damn good job.

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Oh whoa, where do I begin…?

Story 1:

Taking a break from midterms and medical responder training, I decide to hit up a party. Place was super packed so walking was outta the question. Had a dude pass out in the hallway, and one of my friends lifted me up like a plushie, screaming “BROS, WE GOTTA MEDIC UP IN HERE”. Smart way to clear a path to the patient…and to the bar :3

Oh yeah, dude was fine, btw.

Story 2:

Met an amazingly cute girl, clicked with her pretty well (anyone who can get off talking about Chemistry and Japan is awesome in my book). All of a sudden, friend grabs my drink and plops it on the table - “BRO, WE GOTTA DIP.” First I was all kinds of “WTF??” until I hear “FUCK THE POLICE!!”.

Yep, party got rolled on.

Nope, I never saw her again. XD

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