I was from a bakery shop in Hokkaido. My bakery shop is very famous in Japan because the red bead buns that it churns out are so delicious that only 20 of such type are made each day. I was supposed to be a delicious red bean bun too, but an unfortunate accident had happened. On the day I was supposed to be brought into the oven, I was thrilled because the moment has finally arrived for me to become what most breads have always wanted to be - a high quality red bean bread. I am a burnt brea.

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. 9787; Me, Myself and I. Tuesday, December 20, 2016. After many days in Jakarta and a brief holiday in Jogja, we left in a mess and arrived in Batam on the 20th to see Grandpa and for Dad to handle the two diarrhea kiddos. So ya I had a swell time trying to subdue a crazy ADHD baby and witnessing nasty catfights between my sis and bro and hanging around w my aunts and grandma and grandpa and exploiti.

This is the only place I have left to talk to myself. I need to write about this, or I think I might explode. I never used to be like this. I want to get my ears pier.