a while back i stood at my window clutching my pillow (ahah, The Bolsters Would Be Better - you won't get it unless you were at my house from 12-2 just now the way Tessa was lovelove) and looking out and thinking and talking to myself with the grilles coming to my waist so i leaned out and waited for the lightning to come and felt the rain on my neck and what not. it's a nice feeling; something like putting yourself in a line of fire - except i wasn't in any risk! and anticipating lightning to strike in the distance and low roars of thunder. then i thought long and hard about cap mentorship and how mentorship had been long but too short and not fulfilling enough but how i'm really, really proud of being a cap mentee and how my mentor is the awesomest person ever. but i notice one tends to say things like this about others particularly when one has not met others for a prolonged period of time. it doesn't matter, she's still great and i wish i could have been a better mentee.
the rain falling on the ground and my pillow (which is very regrettably wet now!) did sound ratherly like bullets but a lot more friendly. like, threshing wheat! or paper bags being crinkled yeah it did sound like that. it sounded nice and accommodating though it might've been acid rain but oh well. smelled nice too!
this ought to be an ljpost if i had a more poetic ljaddress/skin, heh. but i do hate that everything in the world has been reduced to a blogpost. sometimes i don't know whether i should sit down and write or come to blogger and type everything into this box but most of the time typing into a box and watching each letter materialize on my screen seems a lot more fulfilling, 'specially 'cause it's legible.
but ah well i'm going back to the rain. i think it sounds nice 'cause it's pittering all over the swimming pools very evenly which reminds me i didn't go training again ): stupid northern ireland.
who's been painting my roses red.
I’m Huiran, and I’m probably the most awesome weird annoying fabulous ego creepy crazy flamboyant arrogant disgusting insane funny obsessed (not really, obsessed is Esther! <3 !) person you will ever meet! :D (Or have heard of, because you HAVE heard of me xD)
If you haven't heard of me I hope you've at least heard of Estherwongmei-yu, who's pretty and PRO and The Ultimate Fangirl and whom I love tons because why wouldn't I!
My COMMUNISM/MAOISM pwns you mannzx MAOZEDONG/MAOZEDONG EARRINGS/China FTW!
I’m going to rule the world around the time next year that Teck, being the Gorgeous Mantou she is, loses her virginity.
In general;
NYGH: 112’07, 212’08 <3 , 313’09!
212 clique is love!
NY Swim Team, Swimfast Aquatic Club
Freestyle/30s, goal 28s!
Evangel Baptist Church, I Love God! <3
ELPS and not really loving it, but as long as Kylie Lylie Basuki Boo is there, it’s tolerable!
I’m also commonly referred to as Dr. Woodie (:, by a certain bald undersea predator, Baldie!JINGYI! x). I look just like Ethanyn Wiggie Promiscuous Hubbyboo Ohm-ing FRATWIN!, and there are considerably few people who don’t know us that can tell us apart! Wenxian is so cute :D
(Special mention goes to Sarah Quek, whom I’ve known for the longest time and is the sweetest funniest smartest friend and busbuddy ever, and is so incredibly pro at EVERYTHING. We may be in different classes FOREVER but it doesn’t mean I’ll ever love you any less (: )
Huiran is subject to random fetishes, phases, love, ONIONS ZOMG, hugging crazes, bitchfests, love, sugar highs, love, blurts, stoning, music!, depressionsandlowpoints, love, happyfunshizzzz, chickenfests! writing crazes, binges, stuffing, and periodic flabbening! and love :D
when inspiration strikes, don't suppress it! i love writing
{ CAPper - - CAP ALUMNI! :D
OG9! White Noise (: Drama~
CAP MENTORSHIP 2008-09 (:
CAP/CAPpers rock! <34567890 }
creole lady marmalade. says: i like daisies, cookies, hot guys, money, clothes, books, and cds.
creole lady marmalade. says: NOW you know what to get me for my birthday!
creole lady marmalade. says: :D
paint the sky says: What, kidnap a hot guy and a priest and set it on your doorstep on a pile of books and clothes holding daisies, cookies and cds?
creole lady marmalade. says: why the priest!?!?
paint the sky says: To join you guys in holy matrimony?
NOW YOU KNOW :D
credits to enting! <3 Who is unable to walk like a normal person.
On a seperate note, I wish I had the strength butterflies have when they're hanging on to the window of a speeding car with all their six legs because if you've never noticed;
