Back from Crabby Island.
Burnt like hell. Curses to the Malaysian sun. The little boy who shot the suns down in the folklore forgot the sun around the equator. He could've shot the corner and chipped off just a little bit.
Watched a man speak mandarin and feed fish. Exciting, I know.
More tomorrow. I've got a headache that I would liken to a thousand soldiers marching enthusiastically.
Ivan is glad Mummy's home.
He missed her while she was gone.
The dream boy in America (Yes, I mean Toshiya) has made another food post.
I may want a giant kebab again.
Why does he eat so much but remain skinny?
Curses to good metabolism rates. Damn you, Nut! (Yes, random)
Why did the man ask Dir en grey how much they'd have to get paid to hit a panda in the face?
Nobody can hit a panda in the face. Not even Dir en grey! I'd hit them if they hit a panda. That man was whacked up.
