*With a swish and a flick, behold a magic trick
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The Narcissist

D!
Yours truly. 17. Female. Malaysian. Petite. 27th MAY. Single. Maybe available *hinthint* NEWS is her only drug. Absolutely, magically in love with BEAST. Hey! Say! JUMP. SHINee. Super Junior. In that order. Assuntarian. A Harry Potter Twitter Role-Player. Compulsive writer. Lusting for a glance in her direction. Sings like the world is deaf. As genuine as you can get. A self-proclaimed narcissist. Enjoys not having the other half
Love me? Hate me? I'll still be me. Enjoy. Lyn|Avery
Books Pave the Way to Destruction Yet to A Beauty Beyond Imaginations


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Her Domain

286 posts from 5 June 2011
Escaping the conforms of society
To stupefy the endless expanse of the universe
Advancing into a world unknown
Please don't RIP Ask permission.
Discover where else she speaks her mind
Twitter: @theivorykeys
Facebook: Shern Lyn Khuan
Email: Contact either TorFB for details. (;


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Her Cravings

• To be any JE member's adopted sister
• My first book published
• To meet NewS
• To meet Hey!Say!JUMP
• To meet Super Junior
• To meet SHINee
• To get signed to SM Entertainment
• A degree in English
• Black skinnies (:
White skinnies (:
A pet. Definetely
• Japanese boy uniform
• To perform a JE song medley
• To perform in Tokyo Dome and get signed to JE
• Another trip to Japan
• Permanent Japanese residence
• A yukata
A red and black checkered scarf
• To cosplay
• My first perfect Japanese bento lunch
A Japanese dictionary
• Understand and speak fluent Japanese
• Understand and speak fluent Korean
• National status as a writer
• A laptop or something similar
Will be updated when fancy strikes

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Her One True Loves

MY BRATs TEAM. Alor Star 2011 NewS (Lots of love). Hey! Say! JUMP. Masuda Takahisa. Kato Shigeaki. Pen. Paper. Trees. Yamashita Tomohisa SHINee 3A12009. Super Junior. Nakajima Yuuto. Mathematics. Window shopping. Tegoshi Yuya. Japan! Twilight and Dusk. Kim Jong-Woon Sunset. Beaches. Rain. Stars. Inspiration. Koyama Keiichiro. Colours. Winter. Snow. Winter jackets. Nishikido Ryo.

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Runaway
Infatuated<3
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Ramblings&Memories

A few words would be nice. :D

By post:
feeling helpless
being strong
Hatred Is Not Only A Feeling
To Shed Or Not To Shed
Can It Be Called Love?
When You Fall, Fall With Grace
Is It Called Self Abuse?
The Words of a Man in Love
Of Headaches and Departures
wow

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if wishes were fishes...
Monday, August 31, 2009 @ 12:18 AM
If wishes were fishes...

I can't even remember the right phrase for it. Blah.
As the title goes...I'm extremely frustrated and I need some form of tension release.
To think that PMR is just right around the corner and I'm worrying about a calendar.

I want to perform in Tokyo Dome as part of Johnny's Entertainment
I want to be able to thank the crowd; screaming 'arigatou' into the microphone
I want to be able to perform along side Hey! Say! JUMP and NewS and KAT-TUN and Arashi.
I want to travel Japan doing tours.
I want to have my own PVs with the Johnny's Entertaiment mark.
I want to wear hilarious, fluffy clothing on tours.
I want to wake up to the prospect and exhilaration of another performance
I want to have PV makings.
I want to have photobooks.
I want to have CDs.
I want to act with them in jdramas.
What giant dreams and wishes.
Sigh
a whole bunch of frustration
Sunday, August 30, 2009 @ 11:58 PM
I am absolutely frustrated.
I've been looking high and low for a Hey! Say! JUMP 2009-2010 School Calendar and one hasn't turned up any place. Not even the Kinokuniya Malaysia bookstore. All it has is NEWS! I'm so extremely frustrated.
Not that I don't want a NewS Calendar but my priorities lie with Hey! Say! JUMP. They're my first love and always will be.
It's so difficult to get one. Maybe I just have to settle for the NewS Calendar. But on the other hand, I can't even get it. Until the end of this year which the calendar would already be worthless and I'll be paying for something that's already of no use. Just the prettiness of it.
But buying it online would be much cheaper. I can't believe I bought my Hey! Say! JUMP 2008-2009 School Calendar at RM 110 when I could have gotten it for much cheaper.
All the websites I visit don't have much valuable Hey! Say! JUMP merchandise.
I'm full of frustration at the moment.
And not to mention finance issues. And the method of payment.
Most of them do paypal since they're from over the seas and to pay using paypal, I need to use my mother's credit card.
Which would make me have to request permission from here.
And then she'll say that it is a giant piece of rubbish.
Maybe I should just preorder next year's calendar from Kinokuniya. And hopefully that they will hold for me.

Lyn
frustrations of twitter; fake and real
Thursday, August 27, 2009 @ 2:37 AM
frustrations of twitter; fake and real

Twitter might be extremely awesome but it can be extremely irritating at times.
Like, when you're trying to follow your favourite celebrities.
American celebrities, yes, yes, they are extremely easy to identify since you know what they're doing half the time with the paparazzi reporting their every move but like me who is a Japanese freak, it's so extremely difficult to follow my idol without having a whole blast of fakers in my face.
And these fakers are extremely good at faking.
grr.
I know Twitter verifies accounts of celebrities but can Twitter also try verifying the accounts of celebrities outside of the US of A?
wishing for the day; snow in July
Wednesday, August 26, 2009 @ 8:41 PM
wishing for the day; snow in july
Satu bangsa, satu suara, satu nada, satu irama

I wonder when my mother will stop contradicting herself and stop thinking that this is still the old me. She refuses to believe that the old innocent girl has gone. I wonder when she will finally appreciate me for who I am instead of always harping on the fact that I AM the perfect child who will score her straight As instead of always scoring Bs and Cs.
I wonder if she even sees me for my talents instead of an instrument for her own happiness. I wonder if she will ever stop wanting me to score straight As. She always asks me to publish my book but then always not finished and then moves on to another story. When will she know that the reason for the constant unfinished work and stories are part of my creativty and my need to be perfect?
It's annoying that she always harps on me to be perfect. The model child. I hate it when she compares me to the daughters of her friends. " *insert friend's daughter's name* always gets As. She's very smart, you know."
I wonder when she will tell her friends that I'm the perfect daughter one could ask for. Someone she can count on instead of always focusing on my bad points and encouraging them to grow by always pointing them out.
Oh, she's so lazy.
Oh, you're so stupid and fat.
Oh, why can't you be skinny and pretty like ?
Oh, look at her. She's so pretty. She's so skinny.
She doesn't say these words outright but the implication is there when she compliments someone tall, slim and pretty. She's never content with how I look.
She doesn't seem to respect that this it how I'm going to be, fat or not.
And I don't like to eat a lot and whenever I go over to my relative's place and I take very little food, my relative will always say, "Girl, enough ah?"
And before I can reply that I don't like to eat alot, my mom will say, "She thinks that by eating little she can get skinny but do you see a difference?"
She doesn't realise how much it hurts me to say that. That I'm not smart enough, nor beautiful enough nor PERFECT enough for her. It really does hurt.

Can't she see that I'm doing my best?
When I tell her that I cannot study like she does, in a straight row with an hour break in between and if I do, I just get headaches, she just says, "Nonsense. You just don't want to study."
Obviously!
Who wants to study but I'm forcing myself to do so. She goes and mocks me.
Maybe all mothers are like that.
I don't know but I'm not liking my mother very much at this moment.
The more she pushes me, the more I retaliate by getting lower marks.
Can't she ever say things in a nice tone instead of being mocking or scolding?
One day when I make my mark on the world, then only she'd be happy. Until that day, I'll still be the object of her poking fun and taunts and nasty teases.

Lynxoxo
blonde princess; from pen to computer
@ 7:59 AM
blonde princess; from pen to computer

It all got so mundane/With you I'm back again

I've abandoned blogger for ages and the book review below doesn't make up for it. Even the book review was done without enthusiasm. *sighsdeeply*
So, I'm forcing myself to blog. Hopefully, the urge to blog will return after multiple tries. I know it happened the last time.
I cannot believe I'm sitting so straight in the chair.
:P Actually I can because I forced myself to because I thought that sitting straight will make it less painfull on the wrists while typing extremely quickly. Sadly, that isn't true. My wrists still hurt.
Something I cannot believe: I didn't wish my Yuto-chan Happy Birthday here. T.T
And also something else, I'm twittering. Something I never bothered to do. In fact, twitter is partially why I left my blog for death.
*hugsblogandcries*
I hate seeing it so dead. So I am blogging!

Speaking of being a blonde princess. Yes. I am a blonde princess. It's been proven many times. Have you ever noticed the constant hairflicking and extremely bimbotic moments? Yes. Shern Lyn is a downright blondie.
Yet, SM would love to be a blonde when I wish that I wasn't so blonde. :P One man's something is another man's something. I cannot remember what is the something supposed to be. And I'm supposed to be the author of the classroom...grr. Sounds conceited? Yes, that's me. I'm full of conceit.
Even worse, I don't bother to filter whatever comes out of my mouth. I'm so extremely blunt that I don't even realise that I'm blunt.
But, I have found someone blunt-er and frank-er than me. Someone I won't reveal. :O Scandalous! *See? Blonde moment*

And more seriously, I've taken to typing out whatever I have written for my latest novel. I plan to get this one published. Probably when I'm eighteen. That's a little late but I need a lot of research to make this novel work and being fifteen with only Lonely Planet guidebooks and the Internet with no human resources is difficult.
I need to speak with real people to really know the culture. Right now, I'm learning all I can from dramas. Namely Koishite Akuma. Damn, Nakayama Yuma is downright beautiful.
But, I'm editing through the computer. I hope my darling parents won't bother to open the file since I'm too lazy to password it. And yeah, it's gonna rain soon. I can feel the wind.
I've got very few books of interest left to read. I guess I have to also complete reading the books of less interest before I can buy new ones. Ooooh. I so want to go for BookFest but I already spent almost a thousand ringgit on books at an MPH sale recently. Some sale it was. It was like 5% off or 10% off. Only a few books had 50% off.
And yeah, novel's set in Japan. So you can imagine the difficulty in writing with their complex culture.

An attempt at reviving the blogging spirit,
Lynxoxo

another book review?
@ 1:09 AM
another book review?

Yes and you know it.
This time it's The Independence of Miss Mary Bennet by Colleen McCullough

It's set twenty years after Pride and Prejudice. You can tell by the Bennet, can't you?
Mary Bennet is the middle sister of the five Bennet children: Jane, Elizabeth, Kitty and Lydia and has been entrusted to taking care of their mother as she was the only one who remained a spinster.
After their mother passes away, Mary is free to do whatever she wishes and being the stubborn girl she always was, she refuses to retire to Pemberley as Mr and Mrs. Darcy wishes her to do.
Instead, fuelled with passion spurred by a writer in the Westminister Chronicle by the name of Argus, she decides to write a book about the ills of England's slums that the well cared for upper class know nothing about.
She sets off on her trip and encounters tons of misfortunes and mishaps along the way as well as being captured by a deranged but extremely smart man by the name of Father Dominus who thinks himself as a priest.

That's as much as I am willing to tell. I have highlighted at least what I think are the main points of the book (as I am not a professional reviewer) to give you an idea of what it is about.
Personally, I love this book.
At first, it was difficult for me to understand being written in a style not familiar to me but after a while of reading, I managed to get a hang of how it is written and enjoyed the book to the very end.
The Independence of Miss Mary Bennet. That's the title of the book yet it's contents aren't so much toward it. Yes, it's focused around Miss Mary Bennet but also the people around her.
It is more of how her stubborn, independant woman doings affect the people around her.
She annoys her brother-in-law to no end with her beliefs that she should not need a companion eventhough she is unmarried and refuses to live with them at Pemberley. She makes an unsuspecting man fall in love with her when she is in love with his alter ego, Argus. She turns her once wimpy nephew, Charlie Darcy into someone whom his father is able to love.
The story doesn't tell you that she manages to get her book published and her dreams achieved yet they are achieved in a different way.
Instead of focusing on Miss Bennet, I love the way the Ms. McCullough also involves the people around her. A true masterpiece.

I seriously recommend that you read this book. It is funny, witty and charming. And the heroine is not someone extremely feminine but someone who takes matters into her own hand.

Disclaimer: This review does not endorse the author nor the publisher in any way and it is in no way linked to any newspaper, review website etc. It is my own review.

simple: I wanna, I wanna, I wanna touch you, our love's the perfect crime
Friday, August 21, 2009 @ 3:42 AM
simple: I wanna, I wanna, I wanna touch you, our love's the perfect crime
High heels are a men's invention to prevent females from running away

Summary of the whole week:
1) Crap
2) Tiring
3) Frustratiing
4) Exhausting
5) So-so
6) I could go on forever

If this is trials, what is PMR?
Starting off with Friday, which is today:
B.M. Paper 1 has been returned and no, I didn't do wonderfully. a 28/40. I need 84 marks on my Paper 2 to secure myself an A in BM. No doubt that A has already flown away.
I've got 40/60 for Geography. Another A gone bye-bye. An A for Sejarah is way out of question so bye-bye too.
Am painting my nails at the moment of typing this.
Give me time for my nails to dry before doing some other stuff.
Right now, it's back to the traditional pink since black doesn't go very well with how I'm painting it since my nails aren't that long either.
I had forgotten to leave them and had cut them for baking class. Curses! >.<
I'm not leaving the house at any moment so painting them prettily doesn't really make a difference.
I had wanted to French manicure them but I didn't have white and my nails weren't long enough.
oooh. I had managed to avoid talking about the examinations.
I'm not going to talk about the week after all.
And, I'm suffering from a new disease.
It's called W.O.R.D.: Weird Obsessive Reading Disorder
I read everything from the fine print to labels.
I can't help but read.
If there are words on it, be sure that I will read it.
I'm supposed to Youtube today but with Ben 10: Alien Force in the background and my dog's collar making his stupid bell sound, I don't think it'll turn out very nice.
Especially with Ben 10.
My brother seems to enjoy watching the TV with the volume turned on extremely loud.
With the style I'm painting, my right hand looks nicer than my left.
Well, painting with your left hand is easy, with your right, it screws the whole ensemble but I'm too lazy to remove it since I've already removed botched jobs twice.
**
Okay, I just screwed it. Have to restart.
Grr.

Muchappreciationandlove,
Lynxoxo
running in circles to release stress; mtv world-stage...wannatouchyou
Saturday, August 15, 2009 @ 4:59 AM
running in circles to release stress; mtv world-stage...wannatouchyou
Sparkle, sparkle, the rejects aren't really rejected

Wrong information...My blog NOW has two more posts till the big 200.
Exams were supposedly today but don't know what happened.
I have a day left to cram for Sejarah and BM Sastera.
My cousin's birthday is tonight and so is MTV World-Stage. Darn. I so wanted to go for MTV World-Stage.
I wanna see Boys Like Girls and the All-American Rejects.

Dead blog again.
I want to blog about the airheaded YouTube star Magibon but not enough inspiration to rant.
Grr.
first time is always crap; go figure
Tuesday, August 11, 2009 @ 5:06 AM
first time is always crap; go figure

Including this post, I have one left till the awesome 200. I've been waiting for the magical three digit number. I would have been able to achieve it faster but well, I seem to have lost the blogging craze.
Trying to reachieve it.
And yes, I've got my first YouTube video.
That's why I was playing with WMM.
Ehehe.
If you want to go view, go look for it.
I've already hinted to Nicola.
Go figure.
a carnival of colours; two stars wasted
Sunday, August 9, 2009 @ 4:36 AM
a carnival of colours; two stars wasted

Firstly, four more posts till the great 200.
Phew.
I totally forgot to post about this till I read Anna's blog.
To those SEWO-ians who didn't bother to lend at the Kiwanis Down Syndrome Center, you guys really lost awesome experience.
I can't say that I had fun.
It was more of doing my part for charity and the less fortunate which made it fun.
As Ms. Peggy mentioned, Interactors were there to do their part.
And yes, they performed.
I was stuck to selling muffins and chocolate cake.
The stall next to me had an awesome and extremely unique fruit punch which I couldn't get enough of. I went back for seconds and thirds.
I introduced my sister to someone I hate = fat guy who isn't actually fat but to me he is.
Ahahaha.
Laugh of cynicism.
I wasted two stars on song requests which didn't at all play despite having waited for threee hours.
They counted their coupons in stars.
An extremely effective way of paying for your items.
BB guys were trying to get me to buy canvas bags by saying leng lui O.o wth? fake much.
I didn't want to leave but I had to because of tuition.
Overall, I can't wait to help out again next year.
I call all SEWO-ians to not miss out on this event.
I truly enjoyed myself even if the whole carnival was made up of food items.
And, do your part for charity.
Isn't that what SEWO and Assunta is about?
To Truth Through Charity.
Uphold the motto.
Love.
Lynxoxo.
a shot of betrayal; a cocktail of rage
@ 4:14 AM
a shot of betrayal; a cocktail of rage

Anger post, btw.
Skip if not interested but I need to get it out.

I won't mention names as link is on Messenger and I don't want people I hate to bitch me for writing about one of them but I hope that she does know that this post is directed towards her. If this post is not directed to you but your best friend, don't spam me. It has nothing to do with you. And my disappointment of hurt lies with her. Stay out of this. You know who you are.

Yes, I know. You're going to ******. And for the past few years, that's what you've been telling me. You haven't left for the past few years.
Each year, I hope to renew the friendship we lost over the one person who caused all of it.
Yet, you remain close with her.
I forgave you for that.
After all, you were a friend. Someone I could count on even if we weren't close.
Right now, you're really leaving. I've gotten over the shock of losing a friend as we drifted apart. Yet, you never acknowledged me as one of your friends.
I think you might have even forgotten about me.
There is the occasional wave.
I've known you longer than SHE has.
I've known you ever since we were in Std 3. Doesn't that mean anything to you?
You've only known her since Std 5 and another her in Std6.
I've known you longer but you didn't acknowledge us.
What about Ameera?
She's known you longer.
Yet, you have never gave a damn about us.
All these years, you've done stuff that has hurt me deeply without considering my feelings. Each time, I forget. After all, we were extremely close for so many years.
I stuck by you when you had no one even though I had my own friends.
I loved you like a sister.
But you have nothing for me.
Not even thanks.
What about the other friends in the school that you have left behind?
You have never acknowledged them once.
They were the ones who stuck by you when you were new.
The ones who bothered to be your friend.
And yet, I no longer see you going out with them. Do they not mean anything to you?
You left them and didn't come back to visit us except during IU.
We helped you when we were new. I stuck by you through thick and thin even though I was being hurt constantly by the one person whom you seem to treasure so much.
And when you returned to the place which you love so much, you've forgotten all that you have left behind.
Especially me. If you could give me a little bit of acknowledgment, I would be extremely pleased.
Just to acknowledge that I've been a friend. Someone close to your heart.
We shared tears. Joy. Pain. And the cheer times even when our captain was being a bitch.
Even now, I can bring my self to hate you but I can't bring my self to hate you permanently.
Once the wave of anger passes, I go back to thinking that you are still one of my closest friends. Eventhough you know nothing about me anymore, you were once close to my heart and I will never forget. I think you have.
I will always remember the pain no matter what happens.
Yet, I still treasure the times of joy.
I'm not asking you to give me acknowledgment publicly but I would like to at least know that I was once close to your heart.
I can call you a bitch now
But through time, I will still call you a bitch.
Yet, you'll forever be a friend.

Lynxoxo
eyes closing with fatigue; barking mother
@ 3:55 AM
eyes closing with fatigue; barking mother
Singing professionally has always been an option

Contents:
Understandable

At the moment, I am actually rejoicing. I've just discovered that Windows Movie Maker is extremely awesome. I've been looking for a good video editing program. I never really explored WMM until today when Internet searches for good programs seems to come back to WMM.
Okay.Okay.
You must be thinking. "Computer-illiterate" much.
Yes, I am extremely computer-illiterate.
I am extremely pleased with what I have at the moment.
Reason for wanting a video editing program:
Entering a YouTube competition.
No, nothing big. Just a competition held by a YouTube-r for Hey! Say! JUMP love.
And yeah, barking mother is because my mom's so obsessed with my dog.
My dog rarely barks.
And when he barks, he doesn't have the voice of a poodle. High-pitched and yippy. He's got the bark of a Mini Pincher.
He rarely barks so my mom's trying to get him to bark.
You might think O.o Mad fella.
But if you do see it, it's hilarious.
My mom teaching a dog to bark.

Muchappreciationandlove,
Lynxoxo
listening to the same tune for a hundred times; bollywood music in the distance
Sunday, August 2, 2009 @ 3:29 AM
listening to the same tune for a hundred times; bollywood music in the distance

This is random blogging. I'm extremely bored and need to sleep (but I'm lazy to get off the chair)
I want a new book cupboard. My old one is filled.
NYC by NYC Boys is extremely easy to dance.
I've got seven posts left to celebrate 200 posts since the beginning of this blog.
I've been listening to the same song over and over again.
My mom and siblings are watching a Bollywood movie.
I'm in love with Arashi's Everything.
I need to walk my dog but my dad says walking him too much will make him want to go out everyday.
Which is a bad thing? O.o
I thought dogs are supposed to get daily exercise.
I'm in love with Nakayama Yuma.
Though he is a sissy.
I want to camwhore with my piano but no good lighting.
I want to eat cheese.
I need to study.
I must not miss tonight's Shounen Club.
I can't sing Tanabata Matsuri - Tegomass.
The key's too low.
tanabata matsuri; make a thousand wishes to the stars
Saturday, August 1, 2009 @ 9:40 PM
tanabata matsuri; make a thousand wishes to the stars

Contents:
Understandable
Non-understandable?
(You judge :) )

Firstly, my wanting to suspend my blog and remove tagboard is not some stupid gag done by a cliche-d female. It is not to attract people to read my blog nor respond to the posts in it nor to liven up the really dead tagboard.
It was a want from my heart.
It isn't to attract people to my blog.
It is not to make it less lonely.
I had wanted to suspend it for I felt that I seemed to have abandoned blogging for too much of Youtube and also for the fact I have no inspiration to blog and I didn't like that feeling.
I felt that suspending the blog till after a period where I can resume to the crazy blogging frenzy of 3-5 posts per day would not make me feel so bad. If you have been following the blog, you will know that I blog like a mad woman with nothing better to do than glue herself to the computer and her blog.
As for the tagboard, I hated seeing it so dead. Also, I have a terrible habit of calling up my blog and checking the tagboard the instant the webpage opens. And not seeing any new messages there makes me absolutely annoyed as I refuse to curb this habit.
Those are my reasons for wanting to suspend the blog and remove the tagboard.
Not some airhead female who just wants people to read her blog.
(I'm just mentioning this before people jump to conclusions and think I'm some kind of airhead)

I forgot to mention this to many as I have forgotten about it myself until yesterday night.
I was supposed to attend a choir and dance performance organised by some church (Church of St. Thomas More) to raise funds to build a permanent place of worship as now they are renting the multi-purpose hall of Sekolah Sri Sedaya for their prayers, mass etc.
Highlight of the night was the Lisbon Chamber Choir from Portugal.
I'm not one to actually enjoy choirs as I totally bore myself listening to them. I much prefer orchestras...piano performances to be precise...


I'm a pianist


=='


So, I tried to pay attention. I'm not saying that they are so terrible that I can fall asleep and not pay attention but I just don't have the interest.
They are actually very good and world-renowned.
So, if you ever come across their performances, do attend.
I shall not go into depth with the performances which included a dance troupe from Sabah and the KL Children Choir. By the way, they are exceptionally adorable with exceptionally beautiful and amazing voices for children.
And also a solo performance by Sheryl/Cheryl (I really do not know how it's spelt) Tan, an ex-member of the KL Children Choir now studying Music and Theater (not sure) in the US of A.
These were the performers of the night.
Now, my sister, Mom and I were subjected to another one second performance that was not included in the line-up.
The old man (I shall not say uncle) directly in the seat in front of my mother was an excellent performer that had my sister and I in fits of laughter.
Halfway through an extremely enjoyable performance from the Lisbon Chamber Choir after intermission, he let a giant PARP! that was extremely audible.
Instantly, my sister and I burst into laughter that was thankfully contained. He did it right in the middle of the performance as if everyone would be so distracted by the performers that they wouldn't realise that he had let out a large fart.
Gross old man!

Tanabata and trials draw closer.
*laughssadistically*
In the middle of being frantically preparing for PMR, I'm buying coloured paper and writing wishes on them and stringing them up on my window.
What a colourful sight.
Sadly, they'll be blocked by the mosquito netting that I have put up around my bed.
Still, I promise one or two pictures of the colourful sight will be up.
But I don't have bamboo which defers from the original practice.
My neighbour has a bamboo tree but it's some people who have recently moved but have not bothered to greet people.

:P

minna no egao de iremasu you ni
~I wish for everyone to smile~

Muchappreciationandlove,
Lynxoxo