Golf(It's an asian thing), checking out mail-order brides online(The family name shall live on!), speaking in non-sequiturs, minding my own damn business, living with a satisfied mind, pinching pennies, persecuting others, casting the first stone, searching for the perfect brownie(Like I said before...I will MARRY the woman who will bake me some brownies), pirating stuff(I'm Chinese damnit), living off amazing feats accomplished long ago, and living vicariously through others.
Where are these people???From left to right: Eric, Tae, Hahn, Itzel, Yelena("The Wife"...not to be confused with "Wifey"), that handsome bastard Terry, Igor, Kenet, and Vlad.Any information about the whereabouts of any of these people would be greatly appreciated. Probably. Maybe. Okay...not really.Someday...we'll meet again. Maybe. lol
I enjoy the high-pitched screams of squeaky voiced Japanese voice actresses in despair...that, and bad 80's music. You can never have enough REO Speedwagon.
Japanese surrealist pieces involving girls in kimonos shooting their would-be twelve year old female lover/assassin who's under the control of their would-be thirty-something year old lover/assassin.
Ugly Betty.What? Don't look at me like that!
I assure you, it's legal for me to be in possession of the filth and vulgarity that I read. Besides, there's nothing wrong with the LA Times!
Eric Perez. That dude's the wind beneath my wings, people. And if having him as a hero is wrong, then I don't wanna be right!PIMP!Sometimes, I wish I was him. Sleep whenever the hell you feel like, headbutt people if they piss you off without fear of retaliation, run around the house naked if it suits your fancy, get girls to go wild over you upon sight, and hog your uncle's bed cause he's foolish enough to leave it alone when he goes to work. To be three again...