Join me on moving day as I pack up my old room, trying to stay organized, but my tummy keeps betraying me with these sneaky, bubbly farts that slip out every time I bend over a box. Finally, at the new place, surrounded by mountains of boxes, I start unpacking, and the same thing happens: little embarrassed giggles mixed with loud surprise farts while I lift and sort. Watch me turn the chaos into the coziest kawaii dream: a pastel office full of plushies, fairy lights, and cute decor everywhere. By the end, everything is perfect, spotless, and super girly, and yes, I still blush when another soft one sneaks out because even in my pretty new home, I’m still your naturally gassy girl.