#in hop my pham

[sserajeans]

you are in love | 4. sob sesh? (written)

hanni was outside y/n's house by 6:30 on the dot. the shorter sent a text instead of honking the horn and potentially disturbing the household's dinner, but the windows in the living room made the car's headlights visible to hyein who was on her phone inside the house.

hyein was familiar with hanni's car and took a deep inhale before yelling, her voice echoing throughout every corner of the house.

"Y/N-UNNIE! HANNI-UNNIE'S OUTSIDE!"

"I KNOW!"

y/n ran down the stairs in a crop top and loose jeans, stuffing her phone and wallet in her pockets while shoving her feet in her sneakers.

"wow... what's the rush?"

"it's bad to keep people waiting, hyein." y/n replied back in a snarky tone, referencing a time a few months ago where the younger lee made y/n wait in the car for a solid 30 minutes, causing the two to receive tardy slips in school.

"well move on unnie omg?” hyein shrugged and headed to the kitchen. "you'll be gone for dinner?"

"yeah. are there leftovers in the fridge or do you want me to bring home takeout?" y/n opened the front door, one foot in and the other out as she waited for her sister's response. "i'll be back in like 2 hours though."

"i can probably cook something don’t worry."

"you're cooking? okay, yeah no, now i'm worried."

"shut up?"

"lock the front!" y/n chuckled as she skipped down the three steps connected to the house’s porch.

she hopped in the passenger seat of hanni’s car, reaching for the seatbelt before finally greeting her friend. "look at you reaching the pedals and all!”

"i could just drop you in the middle of the road.”

"nevermind… don’t do that..”

a comfortable silence filled the car, only the soft music from the radio playing as the two passed by the familiar houses in their neighborhood.

“hey… do you know where you’re going for university?

"no not really.. but kaist is on top for me. i’ve gotten a few recruitment offers as well but i haven’t thought much about them... i’m kinda more focused on the aquatic games so my rank gets a good chance to try out for the national team."

"the national team? that's huge y/n! don't forget me when you get an olympic gold."

"hm.. maybe i might.. never know how bu- OUCH?" hanni swiftly delivered a sharp pinch on y/n’s side, causing the latter to bend over with her arms around her waist.

"deserved.” hanni let out an evil laugh before braking at the red traffic light.

"but yeah even if i move to the national training center i'll still be attending whatever university, but for minimum attendance and whatnot.”

"i see... isn’t the NTC far from here?"

"5 hour plane, yeah. we’re still thinking about who’s gonna be staying with hyein while my parents and i are away.” y/n turned to her right, noticing the lit logo of the diner meters away. “what about you? any plans?”

"probably knua for music? still trying to convince my dad it's a good idea and that i won't starve with a music degree."

“that's very in-character for mr. pham... you’ll have zuha around too though, right?"

"yeah!” hanni sighed as she pulled the car over to one of the diner’s diagonal parking spaces. she switched off the engine and unbuckled her seatbelt before looking over in y/n's direction. "we’re getting old.”

"well if you call 19 old.." the two shared a quick laugh, hanni playfully punching y/n’s shoulder, y/n muttering a quick ��ow there goes my career.”

"you know what i mean. it's like it was yesterday when i moved down the street, now we're all going off?" hanni took a deep breath before opening the car door on her side. “okay we can’t sit here all night.”

y/n spoke nothing of the glistening that formed in hanni's eyes, and instead followed the shorter out of the car.

hanni was right, things will be different this year. kazuha's getting busier and the 04ers have college to worry about. it saddened y/n to imagine what jiwoo could possibly be feeling on that note.

the two entered the diner, hanni first with y/n poking her shoulders right behind.

"there they are!"

"took you guys long enough."

"there wasn't even any traffic on the way!"

y/n slid in one of the booth's couches beside jiwoo and minji, kazuha and hanni across her. "sorry guys, hanni was having a sob session."

"I WAS NOT!"

y/n started giggling as she gave minji a high five, kazuha on the other hand, was busy holding hanni back from beating the lee up.

"my god how did you guys not kill each other in the car?" jiwoo shook her head as she reached passed down menus that sat on her side of the table. hanni and kazuha shared one, minji and y/n shared another, and jiwoo had the last for herself.

y/n and minji frowned at the sight of a large vegetable dish on the front page and immediately flipped the menu to the next page. "like i said, sob sesh."

minji chuckled, taking note of a burger set she was thinking of ordering.

"what's so funny, kim?"

jiwoo, unfazed (knowing it wasn't her anyways), showed kazuha the menu page and pointed at an appetizer platter, to which the eldest nodded in agreement.

"nothing..." minji softly elbowed the girl on her right as they flipped through another page of the menu. "maybe you should tone it down y/n, our pham hanni is seeing red."

y/n rolled her eyes as they reached the end of the menu and closed it, placing it down on the table. "we all ready to order?"

a chorus of "yeah" and "yup" was heard from the girls as kazuha waved down a waiter. the eldest of the five accurately dictated each one's order before jiwoo brought up her latest piece of gossip.

"so the new student, i think his name was sungjin..."

the girls shared laughter and stories they experienced during the summer when the others weren't present. an irreplaceable warmth surrounds their booth, and if it had a color, perhaps it'd be golden.

things will be different this year.

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[shuxiii]

Everyday

Hanni Pham x reader pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, pt8, pt9, pt10, pt11, pt12, pt13, pt14, pt15, pt16, pt17, pt18

A/n this is based on the novel book "every day" by David Levithan saur credits to him I tots recommend reading the novel itself it's so damn goodies bro like gosh golly lawrd.

synopsis: You, someone who wakes up in a different body every day to live a different life. You spend your days inhabiting a new body and pretending to be the person without changing their personality or life. 

TW: profanities

Day 5994

I wake up.

Immediately I have to figure out who I am. It’s not just

the body—opening my eyes and discovering whether the skin on my arm is light or dark, whether my hair is long or short, whether I’m fat or thin, boy or girl, scarred or smooth. The body is the easiest thing to adjust to if you’re used to waking up in a new one each morning. It’s the life, the context of the body, that can be hard to grasp. Every day I am someone else. I am myself—I know I am myself—but I am also someone else.

It has always been like this. The information is there. I wake up, open my eyes, and understand that it is a new morning, a new place. The biography kicks in, a welcome gift from the not‑me part of the mind. Today I am Kim Minji. Somehow I know this—my name is Minji—and at the same time I know that I’m not really Minji, I’m only borrowing her life for a day. I look around and know that this is her room.

This is her home. The alarm will go off in seven minutes.

I’m never the same person twice, but I’ve certainly been

this type before. Clothes everywhere. Far more video games

than books. Sleeps in her shorts. From the taste of her mouth, a smoker. But not so addicted that she needs one as soon as she wakes up.

“Good morning, Minji,” I say. Checking out her voice. Low. The voice in my head is always different.

Minji doesn’t take care of herself. Her scalp itches. Her eyes don’t want to open. She hasn’t gotten much sleep. Already I know I’m not going to like today. It’s hard being in the body of someone you don’t like, because you still have to respect it. I’ve harmed people’s lives in the past, and I’ve found that every time I slip up, it haunts me.

So I try to be careful. From what I can tell, every person I inhabit is the same age as me. I don’t hop from being nineteen to being ninety. Right now, it’s only nineteen. I don’t know how this works. Or why. I stopped trying to figure it out a long time ago. I’m never going to figure it out, any more than a normal person will figure out his or her own existence. After a while, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simply are. There is no way to know why. You can have theories, but there will never be proof.

I can access facts, not feelings. I know this is Minji’s room, but I have no idea if she likes it or not. Does she want to kill her parents in the next room? Or would she be lost without her mother coming in to make sure she’s awake? It’s impossible to tell. It’s as if that part of me replaces the same part of whatever person I’m in. And while I’m glad to be thinking like myself, a hint every now and then of how the other person thinks would be helpful.

We all contain mysteries, especially when Seen from the inside. The alarm goes off. I reach for a shirt and some jeans, but something lets me see that it’s the same shirt she wore yesterday. I pick a different shirt. I take the clothes with me to the bathroom and dress after showering. Her parents are in the kitchen now. They have no idea that anything is different.

Nineteen years is a lot of time to practice. I don’t usually make mistakes. Not anymore. I read her parents easily: Minji doesn’t talk to them much in the morning, so I don’t have to talk to them. I have grown accustomed to sensing expectations in others, or the lack of them. I shovel down some cereal, leave the bowl in the sink without washing it, grab Minji’s keys, and go.

Yesterday I was a girl in a town I’d guess to be two hours away. The day before, I was a boy in a town three hours farther than that. I am already forgetting their details. I have to, or else I will never remember who I really am.

Minji listens to loud and obnoxious music on a loud and obnoxious station where loud and obnoxious DJs make loud and obnoxious jokes as a way of getting through the morning. This is all I need to know about Minji, really. I access her memory to show me the way to school, which parking space to take, and which locker to go to. The combination. The names of the people she knows in the halls.

Sometimes I can’t go through these motions. I can’t bring myself to go to school and maneuver through the day. I’ll say I’m sick, stay in bed, and read a few books. But even that gets tiresome after a while, and I find myself up for the challenge of a new school, and new friends. For a day.

As I take Minji’s books out of her locker, I can feel someone

hovering on the periphery. I turn, and the girl standing there Is transparent in her emotions—tentative and expectant, nervous and adoring. I don’t have to access Minji to know that this is her girlfriend. No one else would have this reaction to her, so unsteady in her presence. She’s pretty, but she doesn’t see it. She’s hiding behind her hair, happy to see me and unhappy to see me at the same time.

Her name is Hanni. And for a moment—just the slightest beat—I think that, yes, this is the right name for her. I don’t know why. I don’t know her. But it feels right.

This is not Minji’s thought. It’s mine. I try to ignore it. I’m not the person she wants to talk to.

“Hey,” I say, keeping it casual.

“Hey,” she murmurs back.

She’s looking at the floor, at her inked‑in Converse. She’s drawn cities there, skylines around the soles. Something’s happened between her and Minji, and I don’t know what it is. It’s probably not something that Minji even recognized at the time.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

I see the surprise on her face, even as she tries to cover it. This is not something that Minji normally asks. And the strange thing is: I want to know the answer. The fact that she wouldn’t care makes me want it more.

“Sure,” she says, not sounding sure at all.

I find it hard to look at her. I know from experience that beneath every peripheral girl is a central truth. She’s hiding hers away, but at the same time, she wants me to see it. That is, she wants Minji to see it. And it’s there, just out of my reach. A sound waiting to be a word.

She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is. I think I understand her—for a moment, I presume to understand her—but then, from within this sadness, she surprises me with a brief flash of determination. Bravery, even. Shifting her gaze away from the floor, her eyes matching mine,

she asks, “Are you mad at me?”

I can’t think of any reason to be mad at her. If anything, I am mad at Minji, for making her feel so diminished. It’s there in her body language. When she is around her, she makes herself small.

“No,” I say. “I’m not mad at you at all.”

I tell her what she wants to hear, but she doesn’t trust it. I feed her the right words, but she suspects they’re threaded with hooks.

This is not my problem; I know that. I am here for one day. I cannot solve anyone’s girlfriend problems. I should not change anyone’s life.

I turn away from her, get my books out, and close the locker.

She stays in the same spot, anchored by the profound, desperate loneliness of a bad relationship.

“Do you still want to get lunch today?” she asks.

The easy thing would be to say no. I often do this: sense the other person’s life drawing me in and run in the other direction. But there’s something about her—the cities on her shoes, the flash of bravery, the unnecessary sadness—that makes me want to know what the word will be when it stops being a sound.

I have spent years meeting people without ever knowing them, and on this morning, in this place, with this girl, I feel the faintest pull of wanting to know. And in a moment of either weakness or bravery on my own part, I decide to follow it. I decided to find out more.

“Absolutely,” I say. “Lunch would be great.”

Again, I read her: What I’ve said is too enthusiastic. Minji is never enthusiastic.

“No big deal,” I add.

She’s relieved. Or, at least, as relieved as she’ll allow herself to be, which is a very guarded form of relief. By accessing, I know she and Minji have been together for over a year.

That’s as specific as it gets. Minji doesn’t remember the exact date.

She reaches out and takes my hand. I am surprised by how good this feels.

“I’m glad you’re not mad at me,” she says. “I just want everything to be okay.”

I nod. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: We all want everything to be okay. We don’t even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.

The first bell rings.

“I’ll see you later,” I say. Such a basic promise. But to Hanni, it means the world.

...

At first, it was hard to go through each day without making any lasting connections, leaving any life-​­changing effects. When I was younger, I craved friendship and closeness. I would make bonds without acknowledging how quickly and permanently they would break. I took other people’s lives personally. I felt their friends could be my friends, and their parents could be my parents. But after a while, I had to stop. It was too heartbreaking to live with so many separations.

I am a drifter, and as lonely as that can be, it is also remarkably freeing. I will never define myself in terms of anyone else. I will never feel the pressure of peers or the burden of parental expectations. I can view everyone as pieces of a whole, and focus on the whole, not the pieces. I have learned how to observe, far better than most people observe. I am not blinded by the past or motivated by the future. I focus on the present because that is where I am destined to live.

I learn. Sometimes I am taught something I have already been taught in dozens of other classrooms. Sometimes I am taught something completely new. I have to access the body, access the mind and see what information it’s retained. And when I do, I learn. Knowledge is the only thing I take with me when I go.

I know so many things that Minji doesn’t know, that she will never know. I sit there in her math class, open her notebook, and write down phrases she has never heard. Shakespeare and Kerouac and Dickinson. Tomorrow, or someday after tomorrow, or never, she will see these words in her own handwriting and she won’t have any idea where they came from, or even what they are.

That is as much interference as I allow myself. Everything else must be done cleanly. Hanni stays with me. Her details. Flickers from Minji’s memories. Small things, like the way her hair falls, the way she bites her fingernails, the determination and resignation in her voice. Random things. I see her dancing with Minji’s grandfather, because he’s said he wants a dance with a pretty girl. I see her covering her eyes during a scary movie, peering between her fingers, and enjoying her fright. These are the good memories. I don’t look at any others.

I only see her once in the morning, a brief passing in the halls between first and second period. I find myself smiling when she comes near, and she smiles back. It’s as simple as that. Simple and complicated, as most true things are. I find myself looking for her after second period, and then again after third and fourth. I don’t even feel in control of this. I want to see her. Simple. Complicated.

By the time we get to lunch, I am exhausted. Minji’s body is worn down from too little sleep and I, inside of it, am worn down from restlessness and too much thought.

I wait for her at Minji’s locker. The first bell rings. The second bell rings. No Hanni. Maybe I was supposed to meet her somewhere else. Maybe Minji’s forgotten where they always meet.

If that’s the case, she’s used to Minji forgetting. She finds me right when I’m about to give up. The halls are nearly empty, the cattle call has passed. She comes closer than she did before.

“Hey,” I say.

“Hey,” she says.

She is looking to me. Minji is the one who makes the first move. Minji is the one who figures things out. Minji is the one who says what they’re going to do.

It depresses me. I have seen this too many times before. The unwarranted devotion. Putting up with the fear of being with the wrong person because you can’t deal with the fear of being alone. The hope tinged with doubt, and the doubt tinged with hope. Every time I see these feelings in someone else’s face, it weighs me down. And there’s something in Hanni’s face that’s more than just the disappointments. There is a gentleness there. A gentleness that Minji will never, ever appreciate. I see it right away, but nobody else does.

I take all my books and put them in the locker. I walk over to her and put my hand lightly on her arm. I have no idea what I’m doing. I only know that I’m doing it.

“Let’s go somewhere,” I say. “Where do you want to go?” I am close enough now to see that her eyes are brown. I am close enough now to see that nobody ever gets close enough to see how brown her eyes are.

“I don’t know,” she replies.

I take her hand.

“Come on,” I tell her.

This is no longer restlessness—it’s recklessness. At first, we’re walking hand in hand. Then we’re running hand in hand. That giddy rush of keeping up with one another, of zooming through the school, reducing everything that’s not us into an inconsequential blur. We are laughing, we are playful.

We leave her books in her locker and move out of the building, into the air, the real air, the sunshine and the trees and the less burdensome world. I am breaking the rules as I leave the school. I am breaking the rules as we get into Minji’s car. I am breaking the rules as I turn the key in the ignition.

“Where do you want to go?” I ask again. “Tell me, truly, where you’d love to go.”

I don’t initially realize how much hinges on her answer. If she says, Let’s go to the mall, I will disconnect. If she says, Take me back to your house, I will disconnect. If she says, Actually, I don’t want to miss sixth period, I will disconnect. And I should disconnect. I should not be doing this.

But she says, “I want to go to the ocean. I want you to take me to the ocean.”

And I feel myself connecting.

It takes us an hour to get there. It’s late September in Maryland. The leaves haven’t begun to change, but you can tell they’re starting to think about it. The greens are muted, and faded. Color is right around the corner.

I give Hanni control of the radio. She’s surprised by this, but I don’t care. I’ve had enough of the loud and the obnoxious, and I sense that she’s had enough of it, too. She brings melody to the car. A song comes on that I know, and I sing along.

And if I only could, I’d make a deal with God...Now Hanni goes from surprised to suspicious. Minji never sings along.

“What’s gotten into you?” she asks.

“Music,” I tell her.

“Ha.”

“No, really.”

She looks at me for a long time. Then smiles.

“In that case,” she says, flipping the dial to find the next song.

Soon we are singing at the top of our lungs. A pop song that’s as substantial as a balloon, but lifts us in the same way when we sing it.

It’s as if time itself relaxes around us. She stops thinking about how unusual it is. She lets herself be a part of it.

I want to give her a good day. Just one good day. I have wandered for so long without any sense of purpose, and now this ephemeral purpose has been given to me—it feels like it has been given to me. I only have a day to give—so why can’t it be a good one? Why can’t it be a shared one? Why can’t I take the music of the moment and see how long it can last?

The rules are erasable. I can take this. I can give this.

When the song is over, she rolls down her window and trails her hand in the air, introducing a new music into the car.

I roll down all the other windows and drive faster, so the wind takes over, blows our hair all around, and makes it seem like the car has disappeared and we are the velocity, we are the speed.

Then another good song comes on and I enclose us again, this time taking her hand. I drive like that for miles, and ask her questions. Like how her parents are doing. What it’s like now that her sister’s off at college. If she thinks school is different at all this year.

It’s hard for her. Every single answer starts with the phrase I don’t know. But most of the time she does know, if I give her the time and the space in which to answer. Her mother means well; her father less so. Her sister isn’t calling home, but Hanni can understand that. School is school—she wants it to be over, but she’s afraid of it being over, because then she’ll have to figure out what comes next.

She asks me what I think, and I tell her, “Honestly, I’m just trying to live day to day.”

It isn’t enough, but it’s something. We watch the trees, the sky, the signs, the road. We sense each other. The world, right now, is only us. We continue to sing along. And we sing with the same abandon, not worrying too much if our voices hit the right notes or the right words. We look at each other while we’re singing; these aren’t two solos, this is a duet that isn’t taking itself at all seriously.

It is its own form of conversation—you can learn a lot about people from the stories they tell, but you can also know them from the way they sing along, whether they like the windows up or down, if they live by the map or by the world, if they feel the pull of the ocean.

She tells me where to drive. Off the highway. The empty back roads. This isn’t summer; this isn’t a weekend. It’s the middle of a Monday, and nobody but us is going to the beach.

“I should be in English class,” Hanni says.

“I should be in bio,” I say, accessing Minji’s schedule.

We keep going. When I first saw her, she seemed to be balancing on edges and points. Now the ground is more even, welcoming.

I know this is dangerous. Minji is not good to her. I recognize that. If I access the bad memories, I see tears, fights, and remnants of passable togetherness. She is always there for her, and she must like that. Her friends like her, and she must like that, too.

But that’s not the same as love. She has been hanging on to the hope of her for so long that she doesn’t realize there isn’t anything left to hope for. They don’t have silence together; they have noise.

Mostly her. If I tried, I could go deep into their arguments. I could track down whatever shards she’s collected from all the times she’s destroyed her. If I were really Minji, I would find something wrong with her. Right now. Tell her. Yell. Bring her down. Put her in her place. But I can’t. I’m not Minji. Even if she doesn’t know it.

“Let’s just enjoy ourselves,” I say.

“Okay,” she replies. “I like that. I spend so much time thinking about running away—it’s nice to actually do it. For a day. It’s good to be on the other side of the window. I don’t do this enough.”

There are so many things inside of her that I want to know. And at the same time, with every word we speak, I feel there may be something inside of her that I already know. When I get there, we will recognize each other. We will have that.

I park the car and we head to the ocean. We take off our shoes and leave them under our seats. When we get to the sand, I lean over to roll up my jeans. While I do, Hanni runs ahead. When I look back up, she is spinning around the beach, kicking up sand, calling my name. Everything, at that moment, is lightness. She is so joyful, I can’t help but stop for a second and watch. Witness. Tell myself to remember.

“C’mon!” she cries. “Get over here!”

I’m not who you think I am, I want to tell her. But there’s no way. Of course, there’s no way.

We have the beach to ourselves, the ocean to ourselves. I have her to myself. She has me to herself.

There is a part of childhood that is childish, and a part that is sacred. Suddenly we are touching the sacred part—running to the shoreline, feeling the first cold burst of water on our ankles, reaching into the tide to catch at shells before they ebb away from our fingers.

We have returned to a world that is capable of glistening, and we are wading deeper within it. We stretch our arms wide as if we are embracing the wind. She splashes me mischievously and I mount a counterattack. Our pants, our shirts get wet, but we don’t care.

She asks me to help her build a sand castle, and as I do, she tells me about how she and her sister would never work on sand castles together—it was always a competition, with her sister going for the highest possible mountains while Hanni paid attention to detail, wanting each castle to be the dollhouse she was never allowed to have. I see echoes of this detail now as she makes turrets bloom from her cupped hands.

I myself have no memories of sand castles, but there must be some sense memory attached, because I feel I know how to do this, how to shape this.

When we are done, we walk back down to the water to wash off our hands. I look back and see the way our footsteps intermingle to form a single path.

“What is it?” she asks, seeing me glance backward, seeing something in my expression.

How can I explain this? The only way I know is to say

“Thank you.”

She looks at me as if she’s never heard the phrase before.

“For what?” she asks.

“For this,” I say. “For all of it.”

This escape. The water. The waves. Her. It feels like we’ve stepped outside of time. Even though there is no such place.

There’s still a part of her that’s waiting for the twist, the moment when all of this pleasure will jackknife into pain.

“It’s okay,” I tell her. “It’s okay to be happy.”

The tears come to her eyes. I take her in my arms. It’s the wrong thing to do. But it’s the right thing to do. I have to listen to my own words. Happiness is so rarely a part of my vocabulary, because for me it’s so fleeting.

“I’m happy,” she says. “Really, I am.”

Minji would be laughing at her. Minji would be pushing her down into the sand, to do whatever she wanted to do. Minji would never have come here.

I am tired of not feeling. I am tired of not connecting. I want to be here with her. I want to be the one who lives up to her hopes, if only for the time I’m given.

The ocean makes its music; the wind does its dance. We hold on. At first we hold on to one another, but then it starts to feel like we are holding on to something even bigger than that. Greater.

“What’s happening?” Hanni asks.

“Shhh,” I say. “Don’t question it.”

She kisses me. I have not kissed anyone in years. I have not allowed myself to kiss anyone for years. Her lips are soft as flower petals, but with an intensity behind them. I take it slow, let each moment pour into the next. Feel her skin, her breath.

Taste the condensation of our contact, linger in the heat of it.

Her eyes are closed and mine are open. I want to remember this as more than a single sensation. I want to remember this whole.

We do nothing more than kiss. We do nothing less than kiss. At times, she moves to take it further, but I don’t need that. I trace her shoulders as she traces my back. I kiss her neck. She kisses beneath my ear. The times we stop, we smile at each other. Giddy disbelief, giddy belief. She should be in English class. I should be in bio. We weren’t supposed to come anywhere near the ocean today. We have defied the day as it was set out for us.

We walk hand in hand down the beach as the sun dips in the sky. I am not thinking about the past. I am not thinking about the future. I am full of such gratitude for the sun, the water, the way my feet sink into the sand, the way my hand feels holding hers.

“We should do this every Monday,” she says. “And Tuesday. And Wednesday. And Thursday. And Friday.”

“We’d only get tired of it,” I tell her. “It’s best to have it just once.”

“Never again?” She doesn’t like the sound of that.

“Well, never say never.”

“I’d never say never,” she tells me.

There are a few more people on the beach now, mostly older men and women taking an afternoon walk. They nod to us as we pass, and sometimes they say hello. We nod back, return their hellos. Nobody questions why we’re here. Nobody questions anything. We’re just a part of the moment, like everything else.

The sun falls farther. The temperature drops alongside it.

Hanni shivers, so I stop holding her hand and put my arm around her. She suggests we go back to the car and get the “make-​­out blanket” from the trunk. We find it there, buried under empty beer bottles, twisted jumper cables, and other crap. I wonder how often Hanni and Minji have used the make-​­out blanket for that purpose, but I don’t try to access the memories.

Instead, I bring the blanket back out onto the beach and put it down for both of us. I lie down and face the sky, and Hanni lies down next to me and does the same.

We stare at the clouds, breathing distance from one another, taking it all in.

“This has to be one of the best days ever,” Hanni says. Without turning my head, I find her hand with my hand.

“Tell me about some of the other days like this,” I ask.

“I don’t know...”

“Just one. The first one that comes to mind.”

Hanni thinks about it for a second. Then she shakes her head. “It’s stupid.”

“Tell me.”

She turns to me and moves her hand to my chest. Makes lazy circles there. “For some reason, the first thing that comes to mind is this mother-​­daughter fashion show. Do you promise you won’t laugh?”

I promise.

She studies me. Makes sure I’m sincere. Continues.

“It was in fourth grade or something. Eric’s was doing a fundraiser for hurricane victims, and they asked for volunteers from our class. I didn’t ask my mother or anything—I just signed up. And when I brought the information home—well, you know how my mom is. She was terrified. It’s hard enough to get her out to the supermarket. But a fashion show? In front of strangers? I might as well have asked her to pose for Playboy. God, now there’s a scary thought.”

Her hand is now resting on my chest. She’s looking off to the sky.

“But here’s the thing: she didn’t say no. I guess it’s only now that I realize what I put her through. She didn’t make me go to the teacher and take it back. No, when the day came, we drove over to Eric’s and went where they told us to go. I had thought they would put us in matching outfits, but it wasn’t like that. Instead, they basically told us we could wear whatever we wanted from the store. So there we were, trying all these things on. I went for the gowns, of course—I was so much more of a girl then. I ended up with this light blue dress with ruffles all over the place. I thought it was so sophisticated.”

“I’m sure it was classy,” I say.

She hits me. “Shut up. Let me tell my story.”

I hold her hand on my chest. Lean over and kiss her quickly.

“Go ahead,” I say. I am loving this. I never have people tell me their stories. I usually have to figure them out myself.

Because I know that if people tell me stories, they will expect them to be remembered. And I cannot guarantee that. There is no way to know if the stories stay after I’m gone. And how

devastating would it be to confide in someone and have the confidence disappear? I don’t want to be responsible for that.

But with Hanni I can’t resist.

She continues. “So I had my wanna-be prom dress. And then it was Mom’s turn. She surprised me, because she went for the dresses, too. I’d never really seen her all dressed up before. And I think that was the most amazing thing to me: It wasn’t me who was Cinderella. It was her. “After we picked out our clothes, they put makeup on us and everything. I thought Mom was going to flip, but she was actually enjoying it. They didn’t really do much with her—just a little more color. And that was all it took. She was pretty. I know it’s hard to believe, knowing her now. But that day, she was like a movie star. All the other moms were complimenting her. And when it was time for the actual show, we paraded out there and people applauded. Mom and I were both smiling, and it was real, you know?

“We didn’t get to keep the dresses or anything. But I remember on the ride home, Mom kept saying how great I was. When we got back to our house, Dad looked at us like we were aliens, but the cool thing is, he decided to play along. Instead of getting all weird, he kept calling us his supermodels, and asked us to do the show for him in our living room, which we did. We were laughing so much. And that was it. The day ended. I’m not sure Mom’s worn makeup since. And it’s not like I turned out to be a supermodel. But that day reminds me of this one. Because it was a break from everything, wasn’t it?”

“It sounds like it,” I tell her.

“I can’t believe I just told you that.”

“Why?”

“Because. I don’t know. It just sounds so silly.”

“No, it sounds like a good day.

“How about you?” she asks.

“I was never in a mother-​­daughter fashion show,” I joke.

Even though, as a matter of fact, I’ve been in a few.

She hits me lightly on the shoulder. “No. Tell me about another day like this one.”

I access Hanni and find out she moved to town when he was twelve. So anything before that is fair game, because Hanni won’t have been there. I could try to find one of Minji’s memories to share, but I don’t want to do that. I want to give Hanni something of my own.

“There was this one day when I was eleven.” I try to remember the name of the boy whose body I was in, but it’s lost to me. “I was playing hide-​­and-​­seek with my friends. I mean, the brutal, tackle kind of hide-​­and-​­seek. We were in the woods, and for some reason I decided that what I had to do was climb a tree. I don’t think I’d ever climbed a tree before. But I found one with some low branches and just started moving. Up and up. It was as natural as walking. In my memory, that tree was hundreds of feet tall. Thousands. At some point, I crossed the tree line. I was still climbing, but there weren’t any other trees around. I was all by myself, clinging to the trunk of this tree, a long way from the ground.”

I can see shimmers of it now. The height. The town below me.

“It was magical,” I say. “There’s no other word to describe it. I could hear my friends yelling as they were caught, as the game played out. But I was in a completely different place.

I was seeing the world from above, which is an extraordinary thing when it happens for the first time. I’d never flown in a plane. I’m not even sure I’d been in a tall building. So there I was, hovering above everything I knew. I had made it somewhere special, and I’d gotten there all on my own. Nobody had given it to me. Nobody had told me to do it. I’d climbed and climbed and climbed, and this was my reward. To watch over the world, and to be alone with myself. That, I found, was what I needed.”

Hanni leans into me. “That’s amazing,” she whispers.

“Yeah, it was.”

“And it was in Minnesota?”

In truth, it was in North Carolina. But I access Minji and find that, yes, for her it would’ve been Minnesota. So I nod.

“You want to know another day like this one?” Hanni asks, curling closer. I adjust my arm, making us both comfortable. “Sure.”

“Our second date.”

But this is only our first, I think. Ridiculously.

“Really?” I ask.

“Remember?”

I check to see if Minji remembers their second date. She doesn’t.

“Dack’s party?” she prompts.

Still nothing.

“Yeah...,” I hedge.

“I don’t know—maybe it doesn’t count as a date. But it was the second time we hooked up. And, I don’t know, you were just so . . . sweet about it. Don’t get mad, alright?”

I wonder where this is going.

“I promise, nothing could make me mad right now,” I tell her. I even cross my heart to prove it.

She smiles. “Okay. Well, lately—it’s like you’re always in a rush. Like, we have make-outs but we’re not really...intimate. And I don’t mind. I mean, it’s fun. But every now and then, it’s good to have it be like this. And at Dack’s party—it was like this. Like you had all the time in the world, and you wanted us to have it together. I loved that. It was back when you were really looking at me. It was like—well, it was like you’d climbed up that tree and found me there at the top. And we had that together. Even though we were in someone’s backyard. At one point—do you remember?—you made me move over a little so I’d be in the moonlight. ‘It makes your skin glow,’ you said. And I felt like that. Glowing. Because you were watching me, along with the moon.”

Does she realize that right now she’s lit by the warm orange spreading from the horizon, as not-​­quite-​­day becomes not-​­quite-​­night? I lean over and become that shadow. I kiss her once, then we drift into each other, close our eyes, drift into sleep. And as we drift into sleep, I feel something I’ve never felt before. A closeness that isn’t merely physical. A connection that defies the fact that we’ve only just met. A sensation that can only come from the most euphoric of feelings: belonging.

What is it about the moment you fall in love? How can such a small measure of time contain such enormity? I suddenly realize why people believe in déjà vu, why people believe they’ve lived past lives, because there is no way the years I’ve spent

on this earth could possibly encapsulate what I’m feeling. The moment you fall in love feels like it has centuries behind it, generations—all of them rearranging themselves so that this precise, remarkable intersection could happen. In your heart, in your bones, no matter how silly you know it is, you feel that everything has been leading to this, all the secret arrows were pointing here, the universe and time itself crafted this long ago, and you are just now realizing it, you are just now arriving at the place you were always meant to be.

We woke an hour later to the sound of her phone. I keep my eyes closed. Hear her groan. Hear her tell her mother she’ll be home soon.

The water has gone deep black and the sky has gone ink blue. The chill in the air presses harder against us as we pick up the blanket, providing a new set of footprints. She navigates, I drive. She talks, I listen. We sing some more. Then she leans into my shoulder and I let her stay there and sleep for a little longer, dream for a little longer.

I am trying not to think of what will happen next.

I am trying not to think of endings.

I never get to see people while they’re asleep. Not like this.

She is the opposite of when I first met her. Her vulnerability is open, but she’s safe within it. I watch the rise and fall of her, the stir and rest of her. I only wake her when I need her to tell me where to go.

The last ten minutes, she talks about what we’re going to do tomorrow. I find it hard to respond.

“Even if we can’t do this, I’ll see you at lunch?” she asks.

I nod.

“And maybe we can do something after school?”

“I think so. I mean, I’m not sure what else is going on. My mind isn’t really there right now.”

This makes sense to her. “Fair enough. Tomorrow is tomorrow. Let’s end today on a nice note.”

Once we get to town, I can access the directions to her house without having to ask her. But I want to get lost anyway.

To prolong this. To escape this.

“Here we are,” Hanni says as we approach her driveway. I pull the car to a stop. I unlock the doors. She leans over and kisses me. My senses are alive with the taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her, the sound of her breathing, and the sight of her as she pulls her body away from mine.

“That’s the nice note,” she says. And before I can say anything else, she’s out the door and gone.

I don’t get a chance to say goodbye.

I guess, correctly, that Hanni’s parents are used to her being out of touch and missing dinner. They try to yell at her, but you can tell that everyone’s going through the motions, and when Minji storms off to her room, it’s just the latest rerun of an old show.

I should be doing Minji’s homework—I’m always pretty conscientious about that kind of thing, if I’m able to do it—but my mind keeps drifting to Hanni. Imagining her at home. Imagining her floating from the grace of the day. Imagining her believing that things are different, that Minji has somehow changed.

I shouldn’t have done it. I know I shouldn’t have done it. Even if it felt like the universe was telling me to do it. I agonize over it for hours. I can’t take it back. I can’t make it go away.

I fell in love once, or at least until today, I thought I had. Her name was Danielle, and it felt so real, even if it was mostly words. Intense, heartfelt words. I stupidly let myself think of a possible future with her. But there was no future. I tried to navigate it, but I couldn’t.

That was easy compared to this. It’s one thing to fall in love. It’s another to feel someone else falling in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love.

There is no way for me to stay in this body. If I don’t go to sleep, the shift will happen anyway. I used to think that if I stayed up all night, I’d get to remain where I was. But instead, I was ripped from the body I was in. And the ripping felt exactly like what you would imagine being ripped from a body would feel like, with every single nerve experiencing the pain of the break, and then the pain of being fused into someone new.

From then on, I went to sleep every night. There was no use fighting it. I realize I have to call her. Her number’s right there in her phone. I can’t let her think tomorrow is going to be like today.

“Hey!” she answers.

“Hey,” I say.

“Thank you again for today.”

“Yeah.”

I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to ruin it. But I have to, don’t I?

I continue, “But about today?”

“Are you going to tell me that we can’t cut class every day? That’s not like you.”

Not like me.

“Yeah,” I say, “but, you know, I don’t want you to think every day is going to be like today. Because they’re not going to be, alright? They can’t be.”

There’s a silence. She knows something’s wrong.

“I know that,” she says carefully. “But maybe things can still be better. I know they can be.”

“I don’t know,” I tell her. “That’s all I wanted to say. I don’t know. Today was something, but it’s not, like, everything.”

“I know that.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

I sigh. There’s always a chance that, in some way, I will have brushed off on Minji. There’s always a chance that her life will in fact change—that she will change. But I have no way of knowing. It’s rare that I get to see a body after I’ve left it. And even then, it’s usually months or years later. If I recognize it at all. I want Minji to be better to her. But I can’t have her expecting it.

“That’s all,” I tell her. It feels like a Minji thing to say

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you will.”

“Thanks again for today. No matter what trouble we get into tomorrow for it, it was worth it.”

“Yeah.”

“I love you,” she says.

And I want to say it. I want to say I love you, too. Right now, right at this moment, every part of me would mean it. But that will only last for a couple more hours.

“Sleep well,” I tell her. Then I hang up.

There’s a notebook on her desk.

Remember that you love Hanni, I write in her handwriting. I doubt she’ll remember writing it. I go onto her computer. I open up my own email account, then type out her name, her phone number, her email address, as well as Mniji’s email and password. I write about the day. And I send it to myself.

As soon as I’m through, I clear Minji’s history. This is hard for me. I have gotten so used to what I am, and how my life works. I never want to stay. I’m always ready to leave.

But not tonight. Tonight I’m haunted by the fact that tomorrow she’ll be here and I won’t be. I want to stay. I pray to stay. I close my eyes and wish to stay.

[sankovietnamm]

Kinh nghiem mua phu kien tu bep

Sanko gioi thieu cho ban, kinh nghiem mua phu kien tu bep la mot yeu to quan trong de tao nen khong gian bep tien nghi va hien dai. Khi mua phu kien, ban can luu y ve chat luong va do ben cua san pham. Cac phu kien nhu tay nam, ban le, ray truot, hay ke gia vi nen duoc chon lua tu cac thuong hieu uy tin de dam bao do ben cao va kha nang su dung lau dai. Hon nua, viec lua chon phu kien can phu hop voi kich thuoc va phong cach thiet ke cua tu bep. Ban cung nen tinh den yeu to tham my, dam bao cac phu kien dong bo va hai hoa voi khong gian bep cua minh. Dung quen xem xet cac phu kien de ve sinh va bao duong de tiet kiem thoi gian va cong suc trong qua trinh su dung.

Xem day du bai viet tai: kinh nghiệm mua phụ kiện tủ bếp Xem them: giá tủ bếp inox cánh kính

[taocv]

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[giacongmyphamebb]

Gia cong my pham gia re

1 Khai Niem ve Gia Cong My Pham Gia Re Gia cong my pham gia re la dich vu san xuat my pham theo yeu cau voi chi phi thap hon so voi cac dich vu gia cong tieu chuan Qua trinh nay cho phep cac doanh nghiep nho startup hoac ca nhan co the tiep can thi truong my pham ma khong can dau tu lon vao co so ha tang san xuat

2 Loi Ich cua Gia Cong My Pham Gia Re a Toi Uu Hoa Chi Phi San Xuat Giam Chi Phi Dau Tu Ban Dau Su dung dich vu gia cong my pham giup giam chi phi dau tu vao may moc trang thiet bi va nha xuong Tiet Kiem Chi Phi Nhan Su Khong can phai duy tri doi ngu nhan su san xuat tu do tiet kiem chi phi luong va cac chi phi lien quan khac

b Tiep Can Cong Nghe va Chuyen Mon Cao Su Dung Cong Nghe Hien Dai Cac nha gia cong my pham chuyen nghiep thuong co san cac trang thiet bi hien dai dam bao chat luong san pham Chuyen Gia Tu Van Duoc tu van boi cac chuyen gia co kinh nghiem trong nganh my pham ve cong thuc va quy trinh san xuat

c Linh Hoat va Nhanh Chong Nhanh Chong Dua San Pham Ra Thi Truong Qua trinh gia cong nhanh chong giup tiet kiem thoi gian tu y tuong den san pham hoan chinh Linh Hoat Trong Quy Mo San Xuat Co the dieu chinh quy mo san xuat theo nhu cau ma khong gap kho khan ve co so ha tang

3 Quy Trinh Gia Cong My Pham Gia Re a Nghien Cuu va Phat Trien San Pham Thu Thap Yeu Cau Khach Hang

Xac dinh yeu cau cu the cua khach hang ve loai san pham thanh phan cong dung va ngan sach Phat Trien Cong Thuc

Phat trien cong thuc my pham dap ung yeu cau cua khach hang voi chi phi thap nhung van dam bao chat luong

b Lua Chon Nguyen Lieu Chon Nguyen Lieu Gia Re

Lua chon cac thanh phan co gia thanh hop ly nhung van dam bao an toan va hieu qua Kiem Tra Chat Luong

Du la nguyen lieu gia re van can dam bao chung dap ung cac tieu chuan ve chat luong va an toan c San Xuat va Dong Goi San Xuat

Thuc hien quy trinh san xuat theo cong thuc da phat trien dam bao quy trinh duoc thuc hien dung va du cac buoc Dong Goi

Dong goi san pham theo yeu cau cua khach hang co the lua chon cac loai bao bi don gian va tiet kiem chi phi d Kiem Tra Chat Luong Kiem Tra Cuoi Cung Kiem tra chat luong san pham hoan chinh truoc khi giao cho khach hang dam bao khong co loi va dap ung day du yeu cau

4 Luu Y Khi Lua Chon Doi Tac Gia Cong My Pham Gia Re

Uy Tin va Kinh Nghiem Chon nha gia cong co uy tin va kinh nghiem trong nganh de dam bao chat luong san pham Dam Bao Chat Luong Du chi phi thap nhung chat luong san pham phai duoc dam bao de khong anh huong den uy tin thuong hieu Minh Bach Chi Phi Dam bao rang tat ca cac chi phi lien quan duoc minh bach va ro rang

Ket Luan Gia cong my pham gia re la mot giai phap hieu qua cho cac doanh nghiep muon phat trien san pham voi chi phi thap nhung van dam bao chat luong Viec chon doi tac gia cong uy tin va chuyen nghiep se giup toi uu hoa chi phi linh hoat trong san xuat va nhanh chong dua san pham ra thi truong Dieu nay khong chi giup tiet kiem chi phi ma con tao dieu kien thuan loi de cac doanh nghiep nho va startup tiep can thi truong my pham day canh tranh

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[musicthrob]

Girlish - Heartthrob Live! (Full Film)

February 19, 2024

Current watch count: 9

For fans of boybands, 80s and 90s Pop, The 1975, Charlie Burg, Justin Bieber, and 4*TOWN

Casually tapping through Instagram stories, I stumble upon this gem because of musicians Andrew Pham and Samuel Victoria. I look further at the credits and I am glad to see that Cameron Thistle is part of this ensemble as well! I did not go to Youtube and watch it right away because I wanted to save it for later when I could give it my full attention, which would naturally be at 3 in the morning for me. With my roommates asleep, I could not scream at the top of my lungs, for I just discovered my newest obsession. 

The film starts with the camera wandering around the house, collecting the duo Alex Perdomo and Kevin Moody, to the accompaniment of beautiful synths, keys, saxophone, and light drums. As the words say on screen, a genius idea does take shape and the notes of the saxophone perfectly emulates that feeling. Ever so nonchalantly, the duo finally wanders into the living room and everything just comes alive with the full band. The drums kick it off and the upbeat guitar and groovy bass just made me want to jump and dance! The sounds of the synths, guitar, and the saxophone especially take me back to when I saw The 1975 (At Their Very Best Tour) in 2022. They have the same essence! I need to see Girlish perform live immediately!

Girlish performs four songs and all the melodies are so catchy, I don’t know why they did not put the song titles in the description earlier because I was ready to stream right away. However, I gladly scavenged through their catalog to find them. The setlist is “2 LUV ME,” “RUNAROUND,” “Overstep,” and “MISS UNDERSTOOD.” I was pleased to find in the comment section that they might be releasing the live versions of these songs on DSPs because I enjoy and prefer the live band sound and carefree and playful vocals that this environment produced, over how the released singles sound! 

I think this film was shot, mixed, and colored so beautifully and with much heart. To me, it’s very reminiscent of Dijon’s live sessions for Absolutely. The musicians are highlighted doing their thing, enjoying their craft, rocking with it, and you could tell that everyone involved was just having a great time. I wonder how much they practiced and choreographed everything from the dancing, lighting, to camera work. I saw somewhere that this was filmed in December of last year! Can’t believe that they just had this in the vault like that.

Miscellaneous thoughts:

A few weeks ago, there was this Tiktok I saw where this person was talking about the revival of the pop boyband genre and I am gladly hopping on that train. I love listening to fun music. 

They would be the perfect opener for Charlie Burg, someone who also writes really strong melodies and is just really good live. They are all just groovy guys and I think they would really get along. 

I’m also just confused as to why they don't have that many followers and monthly listeners yet!

The bits of bass and percussion throughout are the best omg.

The jumping around is very Justin Bieber in the best way.

The space this was filmed in is super cool!

(02/22/24) - Just saw that they are submitting for the NPR Tiny Desk Contest and I was literally thinking about that when I watched it for the first time. I hope they win! W00000

Timestamps:

1:27, 2:06, 2:55, 3:30, 3:59, 

4:27, 5:04, 5:37, 6:06, 

7:59, 8:10, 8:55, 9:23,

9:49, 10:22, 10:32, 10:44, 11:21, 11:28, 11:37, 11:55, 12:19, 13:10, 13:27

[ankhanginan]

Sản xuất bao bì hộp giấy mỹ phẩm

Trong thế giới ngày càng cạnh tranh của ngành công nghiệp mỹ phẩm, việc tạo ra một ấn tượng đầu tiên mạnh mẽ không chỉ là một lựa chọn, mà đã trở thành một yêu cầu cơ bản. Bao bì hộp giấy mỹ phẩm không chỉ đơn thuần là vỏ bọc bảo vệ sản phẩm, mà còn là đại sứ thương hiệu, nâng tầm giá trị và vẻ đẹp của từng sản phẩm mỹ phẩm bên trong. Với tầm quan trọng này mà bao bì hộp giấy mỹ phẩm luôn được doanh nghiệp quan tâm đầu tư.

>> Chi tiết:https://lichtetgiare.vn/bao-bi/san-xuat-bao-bi-hop-giay-my-pham

[inhopdungmypham]

Dịch vụ in hộp giấy đựng mỹ phẩm - Xưởng in 2T cung cấp dịch vụ in hộp đựng mỹ phẩm theo yêu cầu chất lượng hàng đầu trên thị trường hiện nay. Website: https://xuonginhanoi.vn/in-hop-dung-my-pham Tel: (024) 66.62.66.82 Hotline: 0964 82 9983 - 08 9983 9983 - 0911 86 28 79 Email: baogia@2tprint.com Địa chỉ: D13 Ngõ 33 Lê Văn Thiêm - Thanh Xuân - Hà Nội #in_hộp_giấy_đựng_mỹ_phẩm #In_hộp_đựng_mỹ_phẩm #hộp_giấy_đựng_mỹ_phẩm

[drjihunhuynh]

Tai sao mun thit lai xuat hien tren co

Theo Bac si Le Thi Thuy Chuyen khoa Da lieu tai Benh vien Tham my Kangnam mun thit tren co xuat hien do su san xuat qua muc cua tuyen ba nhon dan den tich tu chat nhon trong lo chan long trong mot thoi gian dai va gay nghen lo chan long Theo thoi gian chat ba nhon nay cung lai va tao thanh cac not mun thit

Cac nguyen nhan cu the gay ra mun thit bao gom

Te bao da chet va bui ban tich tu lau ngay Su thieu ve sinh co ban va tich tu chat nhon te bao da chet trong thoi gian dai co the gay tac nghen lo chan long va dan den mun thit

Su dung san pham cham soc da khong phu hop Mot so san pham cham soc da co the lam tang su san xuat dau tu nhien tren da gay tac nghen lo chan long va dan den hinh thanh mun thit

Roi loan noi tiet Roi loan noi tiet co the kich thich tuyen ba nhon san xuat qua muc gay tac nghen lo chan long va hinh thanh mun thit

Cang thang va cang thang keo dai Su cang thang qua muc co the lam suy giam he mien dich dan den san xuat qua muc chat nhon tren da va hinh thanh mun thit

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Chi phi cho phau thuat chuyen gioi tai Thai Lan

Phau thuat chuyen gioi o Thai Lan thuong co muc gia trung binh chi bang 1 3 so voi My va chau Au Gia phau thuat thay doi tuy theo vi tri kinh nghiem cua bac si va pham vi phau thuat Thong thuong chi phi dao dong tu 5 000 den 12 000 do la My khoang 116 279 trieu dong Trong khi do tai My thu thuat tuong tu co the len den 40 000 do la khoang 930 trieu dong

Ngoai ra nhieu phong kham tai Thai Lan cung cap dich vu phau thuat chuyen gioi tu nam sang nu voi muc gia rat hop ly cho nhung nguoi can Duoi day la danh sach cac dich vu cung voi gia trung binh tai Thai Lan

Tao duong cong chan tran Khoang 6 500 USD tuong duong khoang 151 trieu dong Ghep ma L A Khoang 1 500 USD tuong duong khoang 35 trieu dong Ghep ma G A Khoang 3 000 USD tuong duong khoang 70 trieu dong Don cam L A Khoang 1 200 USD tuong duong khoang 28 trieu dong Don cam G A Khoang 2 400 USD tuong duong khoang 56 trieu dong Duong cong cam Khoang 2 400 USD tuong duong khoang 56 trieu dong Giam goc cam va ham Khoang 6 900 USD tuong duong khoang 161 trieu dong Giam goc ham Khoang 6 000 USD tuong duong khoang 140 trieu dong Phau thuat tao hinh vung kin va tiem ghep mo Khoang 36 000 USD tuong duong khoang 838 trieu dong Nho rang gia co the thay doi tuy theo thoi gian va tung phong kham cu the vi vay viec tu van truc tiep voi cac chuyen gia y te va phong kham la quan trong de co thong tin cu the va cap nhat nhat ve chi phi phau thuat chuyen gioi tai Thai Lan

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Tui nguc cua Mentor la gi

Tui nguc cua Mentor la san pham nang nguc duoc che tao tu chat lieu silicone y te co tinh dan hoi Qua trinh san xuat bao gom viec do gel silicone ket dinh vao ben trong tui hoac thuc hien qua trinh nay trong thoi gian phau thuat nang nguc Cac thu nghiem doc chat da xac minh tinh an toan cua chat lieu silicone nay de su dung trong viec nang nguc

Tui nguc Mentor co dang ve giong hinh giot nuoc mang lai hinh dang on dinh va ket cau tu nhien Chat lieu silicon gummy bear duoc su dung trong tui nguc nay co do ben cao duoc chap thuan de su dung trong phau thuat tham my va phuc hoi nguc cho phu nu

Tat ca cac loai tui nguc silicone hien nay deu su dung gel ket dinh giup chung hoat dong nhu chat ran thay vi chat long duy tri hinh dang trong truong hop bi hong Su khac biet chinh giua cac loai cay ghep la hinh dang cua chung Cay ghep hinh giot nuoc thuong tao ra cac duong net tu nhien hon so voi cay ghep hinh tron Tuy nhien chua co bang chung cu the cho thay cay ghep hinh giot nuoc trong tu nhien hon so voi cay ghep hinh tron voi gel ket dinh da duoc dat vao co the Dong thoi cac cay ghep hinh giot nuoc co tinh san chac cao hon va co the khong trong tu nhien khi duoc dat o cac vi tri khac nhau tren co the

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Tham my Hong Ha co tot nhu loi don

Tham my Hong Ha mot trong nhung diem den noi tieng ve lam dep tai thanh pho cua chung ta da tung duoc ke di ke lai boi nhung loi don thoi ve chat luong dich vu va chuyen nghiep Vay lieu Tham my Hong Ha co thuc su tot nhu nhung gi nguoi ta da nghe qua

Su that la Tham my Hong Ha khong chi dang tin cay ma con vuot xa su ky vong Voi hon mot thap ky hoat dong trong nganh lam dep day la mot trong nhung thuong hieu co uy tin va chat luong duoc cong nhan boi cong dong dia phuong Doi ngu chuyen gia tai day deu co trinh do chuyen mon cao duoc dao tao bai ban va luon cap nhat nhung xu huong cong nghe moi nhat

Moi truong lam viec tai Tham my Hong Ha luon dam bao sach se thoai mai va dang tin cay Trang thiet bi va dung cu duoc su dung deu dat chuan va dam bao an toan tuyet doi cho khach hang Chat luong cac san pham my pham va duoc pham duoc su dung tai day cung luon duoc kiem tra ky luong truoc khi ap dung len khach hang

Khong chi chu trong den chat luong dich vu Tham my Hong Ha con chu trong toi khach hang va nhung nhu cau rieng biet cua ho Nhan vien o day luon lang nghe tu van va dong hanh cung khach hang trong suot qua trinh thuc hien cac lieu trinh lam dep Dieu nay giup tao ra su tin tuong va hai long toi da tu phia khach hang

Ngoai ra gia ca tai Tham my Hong Ha cung duoc danh gia hop ly va canh tranh trong nganh Ho cam ket mang lai gia tri tot nhat cho khach hang dam bao rang moi nguoi co the tiep can voi cac dich vu chat luong ma khong can phai lo lang ve gia ca

Voi tat ca nhung diem tich cuc tren co the khang dinh rang Tham my Hong Ha thuc su xung dang voi nhung loi khen ngoi va don dai ve chat luong dich vu Diem den nay khong chi la noi de lam dep ma con la mot trai nghiem thu vi va dang nho cho bat ky ai tim den de cham soc ban than

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Hộp giấy đựng mỹ phẩm

Hộp giấy đựng mỹ phẩm sẽ giúp bạn lưu trữ và trưng bày mỹ phẩm một cách tiện lợi và sang trọng. Hộp giấy đựng mỹ phẩm có kích thước và hình dạng đa dạng, phù hợp với nhiều loại mỹ phẩm khác nhau. Hộp giấy đựng mỹ phẩm có chất liệu giấy cao cấp, bảo vệ mỹ phẩm khỏi bụi bẩn, ẩm mốc và va đập. Bạn có thể in hộp giấy đựng mỹ phẩm theo sở thích, với logo, slogan và màu sắc hợp thời trang.

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Hợp tác gia công mỹ phẩm chuyên nghiệp an toàn uy tín

Hop tac gia cong my pham chuyen nghiep an toan uy tin

Hợp tác gia công mỹ phẩm là một quá trình quan trọng và phức tạp trong ngành công nghiệp mỹ phẩm. Với sự phát triển nhanh chóng của thị trường, việc tìm kiếm một đối tác gia công mỹ phẩm chuyên nghiệp, an toàn và uy tín đã trở thành một nhiệm vụ quan trọng đối với các nhãn hiệu và doanh nghiệp trong lĩnh vực này

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Gia cong dau xa

1 Khai Niem ve Gia Cong Dau Xa Gia cong dau xa la qua trinh san xuat dau xa theo yeu cau cua mot thuong hieu hoac ca nhan nhung khong do ho truc tiep san xuat Thay vao do cong viec nay duoc thuc hien boi cac nha may hoac co so chuyen nghiep co du trang thiet bi va cong nghe de dam bao chat luong san pham

2 Quy Trinh Gia Cong Dau Xa Quy trinh gia cong dau xa bao gom nhieu buoc de tao ra mot san pham hoan chinh va dat yeu cau cua khach hang

a Nghien Cuu va Phat Trien San Pham Thu Thap Yeu Cau Khach Hang

Thu thap thong tin ve yeu cau cua khach hang bao gom loai toc cac thanh phan mong muon cong dung cu the va mui huong Phat Trien Cong Thuc

Cac chuyen gia se phat trien cong thuc dau xa dua tren yeu cau da thu thap dam bao cac thanh phan ket hop voi nhau hieu qua va an toan b Lua Chon va Kiem Tra Nguyen Lieu Chon Nguyen Lieu

Chon cac thanh phan nhu chat duong am tinh dau chiet xuat tu thien nhien va cac hop chat hoat dong be mat phu hop voi cong thuc Kiem Tra Chat Luong

Nguyen lieu duoc kiem tra chat luong de dam bao khong chua tap chat va dap ung cac tieu chuan an toan c San Xuat va Pha Che Pha Che

Tien hanh pha che cac nguyen lieu theo ty le trong cong thuc Giai doan nay doi hoi su chinh xac cao de dam bao chat luong san pham Kiem Soat Chat Luong

Kiem tra tung lo san pham de dam bao rang dau xa dat tieu chuan ve do nhot pH va tinh on dinh

d Dong Goi va Kiem Tra Cuoi Cung Dong Goi

Sau khi san xuat dau xa se duoc dong goi vao chai hoac ong tuyp theo yeu cau cua khach hang Quy trinh nay can tuan thu cac tieu chuan ve sinh va chat luong Kiem Tra Cuoi Cung

San pham hoan thien se duoc kiem tra lan cuoi de dam bao khong co loi va dap ung day du cac tieu chuan de ra

3 Loi Ich cua Gia Cong Dau Xa a Toi Uu Hoa Chi Phi Gia cong dau xa giup cac thuong hieu tiet kiem chi phi san xuat bang cach su dung co so ha tang va cong nghe cua cac nha gia cong chuyen nghiep Dieu nay cho phep ho tap trung nguon luc vao phat trien thuong hieu va tiep thi san pham b Dam Bao Chat Luong Cac nha gia cong dau xa co kinh nghiem va chuyen mon cao cung voi trang thiet bi hien dai giup dam bao chat luong va an toan cua san pham c Linh Hoat va Da Dang Hoa San Pham Viec hop tac voi cac nha gia cong cho phep thuong hieu nhanh chong dap ung nhu cau thi truong va xu huong tieu dung de dang ra mat cac dong san pham moi ma khong can dau tu lon vao co so ha tang san xuat d Tiet Kiem Thoi Gian Qua trinh gia cong chuyen nghiep giup rut ngan thoi gian tu khi len y tuong den khi san pham hoan chinh duoc ra mat thi truong giup thuong hieu tan dung co hoi kinh doanh mot cach hieu qua

Ket Luan Gia cong dau xa la mot giai phap hieu qua cho cac thuong hieu muon phat trien san pham chat luong cao ma khong can dau tu lon vao co so ha tang san xuat Chon doi tac gia cong uy tin va chuyen nghiep se dam bao chat luong san pham toi uu hoa chi phi va dap ung nhanh chong nhu cau thi truong tu do giup thuong hieu phat trien ben vung va thanh cong

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