. Saturday, November 18, 2017 .
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So my sister and her friends decided months ago that they wanted to take a surfing course over a weekend. And since she didn't want me to stay home alone, she thought it was a good idea to come along! (Eventhough I didn't sign up for the surfing course) Afterall, it's been a whole year since I've visited the city and my relatives and long lost friends.

Me and my sister took an evening train, and the moment we arrived we a saw a woman running after a guy yelling: "There is nothing inside!" She was being robbed. What a great first greeting! My sister still sees this city as her home, but for some reason it is really hard for me to say the same. It was warming to see all these familar places and how almost nothing has changed. But somehow, I felt vulnerable at the same time. Maybe it was the dark street. People all dressed in dark colours. Maybe it was the drunk people, partying on this friday night. It just didn't feel quite like home.

We stayed at my sister's best friend's (Linh) the apartment. She's an old family friend who shares the apartment with her boyfriend and another friend. I loved them. They were (eventhough they are clearly all a mess haha) so welcoming and so chill. But maybe that's because of all the weed they smoke. (No judgment. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that.) I didn't actually meet the 3rd roommate until the next morning when the rest had already left for the surfing course. He wasn't surprised to have a random person in his apartment though.  He even cooked lunch for me. Afterwhich I already had to leave to meet another friend of mine.

I didn't realize how much I actually missed this gal until we were facing each other. It's like nothing ever changed. I always feel like myself and express myself freely with no fear of being judged, because we know it's just us being us. We had so much to talk about. How we spent the last year. What it's like now that we have graduated and are surrounded by a completely new set of people. And how we've come to realize that even though we got a fancy diploma and eventhough we thought we were better than others by going to a fancy school, we are no better than others. She found that people who didn't attend grammar schools were much more relaxed but not in a bad way. They were just more humble and down to earth. I was really glad to hear this because we both agreed that eventhough we thought we were sort of failures for not going to the university we planned on going , we were very glad that we didn't. I couldn't be happier to have met all these amazing people since coming to a place I had never even thought about before.

Time for a funny story! While we were just talking on a bench, as people were passing by, there was this guy that seemed to be staring at us. I didn't think much of it since it's natural to look at strangers here and there. But this guy actually came towards us, and said to me: "I'm sorry. I didn't want to interrupt but I just wanted to let you know that you are really pretty." I was shocked. So all I did was say thanks. I mean it was so upfront. Then it was just the usual, have we seen each other before and what's your name. BUT the funniest thing was when he talked about an Asia United party he recently went to. And I just blurted out: "I've never been to one of those. But are you saying I look just like the girls you met there?" I mean, was he really trying to connect to me over an Asia party? ded. Of course he was just trying to ask me out for a meal or coffee, but the moment he told me his name. The gears in my head starting turning. I knew this person. At least 4 months ago, he randomly added me on Facebook already. I saw that we had a mutual friend so I thought that I had met him before but just couldn't remember (happens quite a lot. wouldn't be surprised if it was true). But this was the guy! The one that had this strange fetish with Asian people. I'm crying. What was the chance of running into him? I mean I barely spend 3 days in Leipzig in a year! But since I think he generally doesn't remember talking to me online, it goes to show that he would hit on any relatively pretty Asian girl. lmao


On sunday, I joined the crew to their surfing lesson. I just really wanted to know what it was like. The stories from their first day sounded right out hilarious. And I didn't really have any plans anyway. But it was honestly so much fun! I mean I know I wasn't surfing, but Linh's Boyfriend (Duc) got a dinghy for his birthday. And after his horrible (it wasn't horrible. It was just extremely funny khổ since it was impossible for him to catch up with the surfers. On top of that, water kept coming into his little boat)  experience with the double paddle from the first day, he got two separate paddles. I was supposed to help paddling, but I was pretty weak and useless. Honestly, we had such luck to have this beautifully sunny, warm but fresh weather.




 



 


 


After this little adventure, I met another friend of mine. It's been so long since I've met her /cries/. It's really heart-warming to meet all these childhood friends and catch up on all the things I've been missing these years, and compare our views on things. I love these kinds of moments.

Same goes for when I met my aunt. I haven't seen her and her kids in a year and gosh! Kids grow up so fast. My cousin is taller than me and she's going through her teenage phases (which I am kind of worried about I mean she barely eats one meal a day, and probably sleeps 14 hours a day from what I've seen. no. I'm sure it isn't this extreme, but nonetheless she barely came out of her room to talk except for a hello and a goodbye. I really like the middle child now though. He socializes and generally talks to me about his life. Also he isn't worried about his looks. Ah yes having boys as teenagers is probably a lot easier than girls. And the baby! I know his nickname shouldn't be Baby anymore. But I will never unsee those chubby cheeks. And comparing myself to them, I feel like I haven't aged even one day. Because almost nothing has changed about me (in the last 2 years). But I loved talking to my aunt. She was hilarious and she is so open minded and gawd. Love her. So I guess that's it for now.

- Thanh -





. Wednesday, November 15, 2017 .



This post is nothing special. Simply a mere documentation of last Friday. I've been blogging since I was about 13 and I think one of the most important aspects of blogging is documenting even the simplest of days for me to read back on.

. Friday, November 10, 2017 .
 

When you think of tattoos, some people have a negative connotation towards it while others think its meaningful. I think tattoos are unique. Tattoos resemble you, some tattoos can tell a story while other tattoos are just there because you felt like getting one.

For me, I grew up with a variety of my family and friends who have tattoos. Some are more obvious while others are hidden away. These tattoos make up who you are. They give life to simple or difficult moment and is a reflection of taking a risk. These are permanent, and you risk it being on your body for the rest of your life. Although its permanent, it what makes you as a person. I don't have a tattoo, but I'm always curious about it. I think tattoo gives sentiments to a person because it's like a canvas. Although some people keep it simple with none, others go all the way and create dimension and beauty. Tattoos or no tattoos this resembles you.









For me, I think that tattoos are special but on my own body, I am afraid. It's a risk. During this summer, my mamma had gotten her second tattoo. Walking into the tattoo shop I was really nervous, while my mamma was calm and collective. I didn't understand why I was more nervous than her but I guess it's because I was tattooless. I was a free canvas that didn't know what to expect with needles, ink, and pain. It was something strange to me and unexpected.

I've walked with friends to get tattoos but this was something different. It could be because it was my mom. It's like a reflection of what I would be like when I am older (I guess?). But, I was still shaken, I think I was just curious or nervous or scared if the tattoo would come out good or bad. I didn't want it to be something that would look bad. But at the end of the day, the tattoo was simple and nice. It was a symbol of three of her children, her religion, and love. The things that make my mom happy in life.

Initially, before she had gotten this one, I was supposed to get a matching tattoo with her. I really wanted a tattoo badly because I think tattoos are so unique and they create you as a person. However, at the end of the day, I chickened out. I guess, I'm not ready to put something on my body, even though I think tattoos shows a different side of you, whether they are hidden away or for everyone to see. Although I didn't have the courage to do it, I guess one day when I'm ready I would.

Tattoos give meaning to a person and although I would love one day, I just can't settle on it now. Finding the perfect tattoo that resembles you, is something that you need to have courage for. And I guess this represents myself. To be bold, you need to have courage. In order to do something, you got to have the strength and be able to step out of your comfort zone.

Tattoos are courage, and I guess I'm just not at that point in my life yet. Even if I wish I did have the courage too.

- Megan




. Tuesday, November 7, 2017 .


Repotting is such a fun thing to do with plants. Its not something that's actually necessary, but, can be a cheap way to up your aesthetic game.

Few weeks ago, I brought home a couple of succulents held inside their little black pots. It works just fine. There's nothing wrong with using the original plastic pots, but I really wanted something completely enclosed since the bottom part had drainage holes. Drainage holes are great! It keeps your plants safe from potential drowning, but, it also meant for me that dirt would fall out from the bottom every now and then. Not good...

So, I decided to repot my green babies.


The Pot

Now the first thing you need to do is pick the right pot. Its not hard. I picked up some little jam jars. A good thing to note is that if you are the type of person who may overwater their succulents (they only need a couple tablespoons of water per 2 or so weeks) then its important to get a taller container. This way you can have more rocks and gravel at the bottom to drain water from the soil and so prevent from downing your plants. Another thing to consider is size of your plant. Succulents have shallow roots so using a short jam jar like mine works fine, however I choose the jars because I wanted to keep my plants small so I can fit them nicely in my shelves. The bigger the container the more space you'll allow the plants to grow.



The Rocks and Soil

If you're moving your succulents from a container similar in size than you don't have to worry about getting more soil but if you do just look for any soil with more flow (ie. potting soil mix with sand) since we're trying to avoid too much moisture. Fortunately the place I bough my plants had a pretty cool setup which allowed me to bring back my plants and whatever container I wanted and they would readily supply me with the things I need which happened to be rocks and gravel. Before putting in the plant, you do want a good layer of rocks which will hold the soil and plants up while leaving space for the water to settle if you do over water. Then you put in your plant, gently crumbling the soil into place. Finally cover it back up with more gravel.



Now you're done! Enjoy your time with your least thirsty friends ;)


. Thursday, November 2, 2017 .


Recently my family came to visit me, and although it was unfortunate that they couldn't stay for very long, I really enjoyed having them here.

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