My favorite freaking candle scent. For the past 4 months. Tahitian Vanilla.
It's lovely. You need it. I need it.
It changed my freaking life. It transformed me.
I want to be Tahitian vanilla.
Feel-good thingssss. All I do is desk work. Everything in front of the screen. Work, play, communicate -- screens. All the dang day.
A candle, on the other hand, is real. It burns. A fire lives inside. You hover your hand over it and voila, HEAT. HOT.
Your brain goes, "Hot!" But your nose does a wiggly dancey dance and exclaims, "OO-LALAA~"
TAHITIAN VANILLA, EVERYBODY.
I have practiced self-care to the point of over-indulgence. But burning a candle just... it hits me. All in the right spots. The perfect brain waves. Perfect mood to sit next to someone and talk on and on about college, how a horse bit a friend of mine on the nip, how I was there to witness it and fear Donny (the PONY, A PONYYYY AGGG) for the rest of my life. We'd laugh and daydream lots about our hiking adventures and our maybe-trips along the northeast coast and across Southeast Asia. "Bali's near Singapore isn't it? Then let's." I'd swirl a glass of warm, sweet milk tea like the classy bih that I am, grinning.
At this point, I've promised too many friends trips across the US. I hope I live long enough to make all those trips happen. :P
What I mean to say is -- is everything going to be screen-based in my future? To the point that the sight of candles can bring me so much joy? Or to see veins on a leaf? I need the tangible to bring me back to reality.
I wake up. I hit the screen. I go to bed. It's always a balancing act on this blog of mine. haha.
Hey, on the bright side, I've shared with you life's secret to happiness: tahitian vanilla.
You're welcome, lovely. ;)
Use it. Abuse it. Bless you.
I'm thinking of turning some random poems of mine into songs. Someday. They'll be cringey. haha, my voice -- I hope I could handle it. I hope I find the chords. I'm even thinking of minoring in film. I wish the idea of me minoring in film doesn't sound so "profound" but alas, your ultra-realistic, grounded, stable girl who wants a sweet home and two kids and book shelves on shelves and summer and winter trips to southeast asia finally got off her set path for a bit. And truly imagined.
I'm thinking. About it. That's what counts.
I know in my heart that a minor in film would feel sweeter than a minor in statistical data science. Even as sweet as Tahitian Vanilla. But the rewards for a minor in SDS are... anyways.
Here's Your Random Link to a bit of Tahitian Vanilla.
* huggies *
Your butt-tired girl,
Ngoc
P.s. Thank you Lucy for waking me up and making sure I numbered my episodes correctly. I forgot 6 came after 5. haha. came. oh god. It's 1 am.
P.p.s. do NOT leave this earth not watching Mr. Queen -- it's a Korean drama. i want my own king cheoljongieee. CHEOLJONGIEEEE~!~!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ EEEEE
I. AM. A-CRING-EYYY. #mrqueenownsme
P.p.p.s. there was a point in my life when I craved Disney channel and laughed way way way too much at this episode of "That's So Random" where in a classroom setting, students mishear their teacher say "Fourty Four" as "Farty Four."
I still laugh at that. To this day. I laugh. At that. Dang. I still want Disney channel. But like, the old stuff. When Suite Life on Deck was still a thing and I crushed on Cody so so so hard. #mrqueen
P.p.p.p.s. hahaha ppppssssspspspsp
