Tarot Reading

Published October 4, 2015 by Ms.Turtle

I have a new obsession recently. It’s tarot reading. I’m not normally superstitious. Well, I am, but not super superstitious, like believing in bad luck associated with black cat (my neighbour has one, and it jumps to my backyard everyday) or blood moon (I still regret not to go see blood moon the other day). Yet, the lady who did the tarot reading for me was amazing. I couldn’t explain how she could possibly read me so well. Maybe there is something in life that I can’t scientifically explain. She might have “sensed my energy” (according to her saying). And her house was like Harry Potter movie, which complimented the reading so well.

Anyway, I am not trying to advertise for her right now (even though she is seriously unconceivable, and magical). I am talking about the effect of having a tarot reading, which I call “mental spa” now. I have been telling myself day after day about keeping positive energy, about mindfulness, about keep my worry away. You know, it’s not so convincing when you are telling yourself something, is it? Then comes the tarot reading. Like my case, I found a good lady, who had successfully and convincingly read me. I felt relieved. There are many things which is not easily to explain to friends, or even to speak it out loud. When the lady read me, the feeling that someone understands and sympathizes with me was so overwhelming. It felt like she was taking away the burden and replacing it with many positive aspects. The best thing was that I did not have to say one single word, but sat back and got amazed by how she was describing my life. Honestly, I was more into the “mental spa” aspect of the reading, than concerned with my future that she had said. I was relieved, and convinced into something that is easier to handle for my little exhausted brain. I think everyone should try to have tarot reading, for the sake of being mentally pampered. I mean, if you are a rational and strong-minded person – in the sense that you don’t get affected too much by the surrounding – then you will find this an extreme comforting experience.


P.S: I guess I should bring K. photo for a reading (she can “sense energy” from a photo too, she did it for my friend and brother. And it was so true) before I go to Montreal. Well, just to calm my mind or maybe to have an energy boost so I can text him ( or not, because she may say we are not meant together. OMG!! Then what should I do? – mind-torturing moment again!!!!)


I still love Montreal regardless

Published October 3, 2015 by Ms.Turtle

“Sometimes life is like going to an art gallery. You know that you will have to leave, but there are many things you love. Sadly, even though you have a lot of money, it doesn’t secure possession of what you love. There are things that do not mean to belong to you. I bet you would still come back, look at them and let yourself sink in the helplessness.”

I was reading a book of a Vietnamese author. She wrote about her life after her break-up with a married man. She was miserable, and I thought I would hate her for what she had done. Oddly, I did not. I learned something from her story, and her mourning that she had managed to elicit.

I booked ticket to Montreal next month, for my birthday. Even though everything was booked, I have been constantly hesitated. I have made thousands of assumptions, run over so many “what if…” quiz in my mind. What if he will have a girl friend? What if he will not see me? What if he will be travelling somewhere? What if …? I guess, I have been torturing my mind, which is totally against my happiness project. I forget about him for moment, when I do yoga, or when I meditate. I think I have a tremendous amount of synapses which are dedicated for “K. issue”. As soon as I finish my yoga or meditation, the K nerve cells will be over active, as if they were trying to compensate for time my brain has walked away from him. Once, I imagine “us” together in that city, and “I” talking to him sincerely, telling him about my life. Then, I immediately imagine “I” wandering around a French architecture streets alone. I have been going through an endless circle of “excitement” and “disappointment”. I try to recall what Dalai Lama said so many times “All our sufferings are created by our own mind”. But I can’t just stop myself.

Then I read the book. It was like a relief. I am back to the “I”, who happily walked around Asia countries in 35degree all by myself. I am back to the “I”, who is ready to do anything for my happiness regardless of any incidents. I checked my hotel again, making sure I will stay in a nice hotel because it will be my birthday and I want to treat myself well. I stop desperately searching for things to do in case K. is not seeing me. I will do what I have been doing all the time when I travel. I love to walk aimlessly, to observe the city as a lost one. That’s what I will do. I’m going there to see him, to calm myself down from my utterly urging desire to see him. But I can’t let myself be miserable for anyone. Regardless of everything, in the end, what matters is I am doing it for my happiness, not to torture myself. If he is not there, for me, anymore, it is fine. I still love Montreal, and I will definitely enjoy every single moment in that city. Just for me.

I found the right man, at a wrong time

Published October 2, 2015 by Ms.Turtle

– written on October 1, 2015 – copied from laptop

I have started my happiness project since last month, but to write everyday is my October to-do. First day of October, I will give it to my vacation zone.

I deactivated my Facebook few months ago, so I can communicate with people more sincerely. Then I have a new habit – it is a bad habit I suppose – to google people. I have listened to my best friend talking about her ex for several days, then I have a bizarre feeling. I fanatically think about Kevin for days. Yesterday, I googled him. I found a website – couchsurfing.org – which is a hostelling finder web for traveller. Of course, his profile was there. And of course, I could not restrain myself from reading it. I don’t know how to put it down here, but I guess it was the “worst” mistake I’ve ever had.

He is different, or to say, more special and unexpected. I read, and read again, for almost twenty times. Every single time I realized I was falling further and further in love. Did I just say “love”? He is not as anything as I have ever thought of. I had an urge to see him, which was so forceful that I almost cried. I truly want to copy and paste what he wrote here, so that it’d be easier for me to describe my feeling.

I was attracted, obviously, because I have always been so. This time, it was more than mere attraction. It is deeper than that. I was impressed, and had a sincere respect for every single word he wrote. I felt connected somehow, like between each line, I saw his smile, his touch, and his truthful eyes. Then I regretted, for missing my chance to talk to him. Back then, when we were sitting together on his terrace, he put his head on my shoulder and whispered to me “Tell me something more, about you or anything. Tell me!” I ignored, because I did not take our relationship seriously, at least it was not even a relationship but I can’t think of any other name for it. I did not understand how great he is, an amazing thoughtful man.

He is the right one, with everything I have ever imagined in my man. He is the one that I have always dreamed of. He is the one that makes me admire, love and respect. It is rare, for me.

Anyway, my point is I think I fall in love, with a man whom I may never be with. I found the right man, at a wrong time.


Published October 2, 2015 by Ms.Turtle

This is for my happiness project. It is not my initiative, but rather following Gretchen Rubin book that I’m reading now. I don’t know how long I may stay on this plan, but I will try my best. I first change the font. Instead of using a standard font Times New Roman, I am using this, according to me -cool font. How should I start? And how do I make it interesting enough for me to keep writing everyday? I think it should be a problem for anyone who is not in journalism or some kind of writing field. Even in science, when I have to write my report or work on a paper, it is really hard to start, yet somehow it seem easier to carry on.

English is my second language. It would have been much easier for me to write in Vietnamese, in which I already have a blog. I am trying my best to write in English. I think the fun part is that if anyone read it, they may find some of my writing style hilarious. It is a good thing because at least I can make people happy, even though it means I got made fun of. I’m trying to be forgiving here.

Imagine my life as a map with many distinct, and disconnected zones. A family zone includes my family, and also my best friends in Vietnam, who know every single piece of me. Of course, these people are whom I seem least please. I express my emotion, bad or good, to them. I show my true self when they are around. I usually act as if my brain has no filter. It is normal, isn’t it? Perhaps, I’m taking advantage of their understanding and tolerance. I know they love me, and I unintentionally force them to endure my anger, and irritation. Of course, I share joy, and happiness with them as well. Yet, I guess it is not just me, who always drag the love ones into suffering. I mean, it is common human tendency. What I want to say is, I should definitely include this “family zone” into my happiness project. In the end of the day, they are who matter the most to me.

Another is my work zone. This is my work life, with people I meet in school, or work in my lab. This is the region where I present my professional side. This zone is somewhat exhausting. Even though in my field, everyone is nice and friendly, it is still not acceptable for me to express my emotion frequently. More likely, this may be the best zone for me to test my happiness project. Daily interaction with people normally reveals your personality unexpectedly. I guess the happier I am, the easier for me to cheerfully communicate with others. Anyway, this is where I put most of my effort on for the happiness project. More than half of my life is in this zone, so it is totally reasonable for this much dedication.

I don’t know whether I should have this zone, which I call “vacation zone”. Well, it doesn’t involve any kind of “traveling”. This belongs to Kevin. Did I just say his name? Good. I don’t usually speak his name out loud when I talk about him. I’d rather call him “my Montreal” or “the guy”. He is not my boyfriend, yet a little bit more than a crush. Let me use my scientist skill to analyze our relationship. I treat him like my vacation, because when I was with him, I completely indulged in our moment. I enjoyed being with him. Back in my life, I miss him, not the way you miss someone you love. It’s more like reminiscence of holiday. Being with him is like escaping life. Once Kevin told me “Anh, you should learn to have fun when you sober”. He just doesn’t understand me that well. He knew that I needed some alcohol to be wild. I have fun still, when I sober, just in my way. For example, I enjoy reading, and listening to relaxing music. I have fun when I lie down and do nothing. I have fun when I talk to my friends. Of course, these are different from his definition of fun. He danced with the singer when we passed a street Jazz performance. I don’t like Jazz. He danced in club even before having drinks. I need drink. Kevin is my vacation, and who stay sober when you are on vacation, right? So when I was with him, I tried to get away from my life. I need alcohol to forget my life, hence to enjoy him. Perhaps I’m not that interested in him in prudential state. Anyway, he is not my love because I’m not seeking for some intimacy between us. Then, come a zone for him, vacation zone.

Then comes my friend zone. I don’t have many friends. According to one of them, I’m not well open to people, I have serious problem with “being insecure” – I happen to have a friend who loves to analyze my psychology. These friends are not like ones in my family zone. I don’t seek for intimacy with these people. It is more like a fun area, where I share my life a bit and spend more time on doing wild things. If you ask anyone in this zone about me, they would describe a girl that you may never associate to me. I’m not being fake around them. I just show a different, insane version that I don’t usually reveal. Somehow I even consider myself to be most honest here. I don’t know. At least I care enough for my friend zone. I don’t just easily interact with people and call them friends. There are people whom I rather call “acquaintances”, and never bother bringing them into my life. My friend zone is not too intimate, but not to distant.

The friend who loves analyze me describes my life as following. “For most of people, all the zones overlap. People they meet will be mixed and they never find themselves wandering around aimlessly. People usually choose to be socially immersed. Anh, however, loves to separate everything completely. Then comes the moment when she steps out of one zone, and find herself in middle of nowhere.” I don’t agree with him. I step out of each zone to be on my own. I enjoy these exploration times, when I can travel around, observe everything as an outsider, and choose to step in any zone I want at anytime. I told him that I am more free than most people. He still assigns my quiet moment as “loneliness”, even though I tried to convince him that it is “self quest”. I think we just have different definitions after all, so I gave up arguing with him. I can proudly say I am happy with my life that way. And I totally enjoy my own area blank area, and fill it with adventures. If people see “loneliness”, I can’t force them to think otherwise. As long as I don’t feel lonely, I suppose it to be good enough.