I have a pocket full of chemical reactors which can reach a temperature of thousands of degrees Fahrenheit within a half-second of initiation, and can be used to start many highly destructive reactions.

But don't tell anyone I own a book of matches, okay?
Portable sleep thingy.
Missing some red meat moment.
This thing called money?.. I need more of it.
Am I broken beyond repair?
I know not how I came into this, shall I call it a dying life or a living death?
Let's stay together, itsumo (forever).
I tried to do handstands for you, but every time i fell for you.
Hell is not hell if there were no hope.
Glorified math major.
- A mellow, cool, unintentionally mysterious Scorpio.
- Coder by day, coder by night. An unknown computer poet.
- Fatally attracted to music, art, television and games. Jack of all trades, expert in none.
- Foreign born, 100% New Yorker.
- Chinese ancestry, American upbringing. Torn between both worlds.
- Walks alone in life. Searching for someone who'd understand.