Oh hi. I like skirts, pumpkin pie, and coffee cake. Blithering and biting sarcasm = win, as with sardonic snarky phrases and an acidic witty tongue.

I strive to eliminate the concept of gender from all things. Androgynous is a term that is quite apt in describing me. If I see something I like, I'll do it/wear it/act it/feel it, regardless of it being "masculine" or "feminine." That being said, I'm very secure in my masculinity/sexual orientation and all that jazz, I just know who I am very well. It's taken a long while to get there, but I'm pretty happy and content about it.

Acknowledging my superior wit, keen intellect, and general aura of wonderfulness through manufactured self appreciation while referring to myself as Wondrous Being of Light and Splendor.

INTJ. Logic and seriousness aside, I like to run across sidewalks with my hands out making airplane noises. I'm 28 going on 5, and I am never growing up. Not even to wear pants.

I’m the best you’ve ever seen. I’m also the weirdest blend of shiny you’ve ever seen. I’m a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar.

I'm not a psychopath, I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research.

Be water. Dancing Mad.

Dancing. Creating. Believing in myself. Sparking inspiration through myself, through you, through life. Fueling this drive to make and create. To take on everything and to live for this moment. Also being ridiculously silly and squee'ing at cats and penguins. My growing collection of stuffed penguins is A+. Sigmund is my favorite.

Currently working as a recruiter of special projects for Nestle. Lamenting the fact that I had to cut my hair and "present a suitably professional appearance at the workplace," no longer able to dye it the wonderful colors of the past. Full wardrobe change and everything. Hmph. At least my evening/weekend job doesn't give a shit. I work at the Hard Rock Cafe, and they're a pretty cool bunch of people.

If I'm not the best at something, I do whatever the hell it takes to be #1. Does not count suicide and skydiving mistakes. I blame my parents for this (damn asians).

Dance. For the past three years I've been a student of liquid dancing, which has, quite literally, changed my life completely in every positive way possible. Ask me about it, it's a long (but good!) story.

The vidya games. Insert something about being Korean and having an automatic +10 racial ability to gaming skillz.

Making movie, TV show, or internet references constantly. Often times these are not understood or nobody knows what the fuck I am talking about, and I met with a douchenozzle-load of stares.

Accents. English, Scottish, Indian, Asian, Russian, you name it. Stereotypical accents, I can do it flawlessly. Jolly good old chap.

Why don't you tell me? Let me inside that noggin of yours and let us compare gray matter. I'd suppose my hair, I walk very quickly, dry snarky humor, that I talk really really fast when I get excited about something. I've also been told that I have a rather mournful/pissed off face all the time. I'm just usually thinking about something. Apparently my face changes when I smile. Ionno. I don't do mirrors, I might die. Really. I'm not a vampire.

Books- The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. Kushiel series. White Oleander. Sword of Truth series. Vonnegut. Gaiman. Louis Sachar. Steinbeck.

Shows- Leverage. SHERLOCK. Firefly. NCIS. Bones. Big Bang Theory. Dexter. Star Trek (TOS/TNG/VOY/DS9. Enterprise can get hit by a bus). House. My Little Pony. Psych. How I Met Your Mother. NPH is the man. Really getting into Supernatural.

Music- Industrial, trance, psytrance, 80s and 90s metal, j-rock. X-Japan is the greatest band ever.

Theater- Les Miserables (by far and away my favorite. I am obsessed). The King and I. Chicago. West Side Story. Klingon Hamlet.

Music. Dance. My curiosity. Jammies. Books. Korean food. My rainbow zebra stripped fuzzy bathrobe. That was seven things. Apparently I am not original in doing this. I thought I was a special snowflake, dammit.

Always asking why. I refuse to believe something at face value and require proof or evidence. Why are pistachios more addictive than heroin? How does Justin Bieber command the hearts and soul of a thousand teenagers across the realm and how can we destroy him? Why are all my books arranged by smell and taste?

I also think about how some people become a turn-off upon reading the answers to the survey questions in one's profile. I try not to let it affect me, and would rather meet someone in person to discuss it, but it makes one wonder. It's all about context anyway.

Out dancing at Neo. Practicing dance/poi at home. Board/video games with friends. Teaching myself how to fight and dance with a staff.

Staring at a wall choreographing dance/staff routines in my head.

Rule #4- The best way to keep a secret? Keep it to yourself. Second best? Tell one other person - if you must. There is no third best.

Let's see how deep the rabbit hole goes. Through the looking glass Alice, through the looking glass.

You're a quirky person with odd interests. If you can carry on a conversation and am able to fire back witty remarks and snarky comments. If you'd like to join me on a date sitting by the moving sidewalks at an airport/train station and stare at people, snickering whenever someone inevitably walks off the end and trips.

Fellow Imgurians.

If you can get any of the six references in the self summary section.

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