About Me
Hui Lin is 19.
Malaysia, Singapore, Warwick.
An amalgam of happiness and dreams come true.
I love singing in a choir, and am devastated that the days of Raffles Chorale are over for me. I think Altos are really cool people, and one can guess why. (: I want a pet hedgehog, but am glad to settle for plushies and a wooden hedgehog, mostly because of the people who gave them to me.
I adore purple, but only royal purple. I outgrew lilac sometime ago, but the line is unclear.
I like movies and music of a certain sort, the kind that make me feel like my heart is full and on the brink of overflowing with a mix of love and smiles and sadness. The kind that make me wish rainfall would come and accompany me in this lonely hour.
I love to read and write, but unfortunately for me, my attention span is short. I yearn to write better, more meaningfully, with more impact. I like the idea of translating love and the beauty of each moment into words, but I cannot seem to do just that.
Christmas makes me happy. I would like heaven to have a giant Christmas tree of purple and gold adornment and fairy lights, that sparkles all year long.
I love the people I love, and I care deeply about people I care about. There is simply no other way to say this, because there will never be a satisfactory answer to how and why people love.
I want to be more than who I am now, and I detest being subjected to such constraints, so many stupidly self-imposed. I often imagine a world without consequences and inhibitions. What-ifs swim in my head, both past and present tense. I often picture being able to teleport. An alternative would be turning into a fly on the wall, but that would take to ages to travel to where I want to be.
Where do I want to be? A place surrounded by snow-capped mountains that overlook the glittering lights of the city in the distance; a charming steeple rises gracefully from somewhere in the heart of this quaint, brownstone town. Cars honk and trains chug, and buses rumble, but they are far-off music, a quiet symphony of all things beautiful. Beautiful like things we can never hold in our hands; like clouds on a sunny day, like a sky dotted with a million twinkling stars that spell a million words, like the quiver of leaves and blades of grass as gentle winds swoop in and carry with them things we cannot see, like the smell and sound of rain and an unrelenting thunderstorm.
So, how about Creationism? I am confused about religion. Sometimes I feel I want to believe, sometimes I feel I don’t. However, I don’t necessarily believe. I don’t understand what I believe. I am torn between what my heart seeks and what my foolish competitiveness desires.
I don’t fancy food much. I fancy shopping, but as much as I try to be stingy, sometimes my attempts fail. Nowadays they fail far too often.
I am happy being me, but I want to be something more. I have come somewhere further than I’d hoped- but that isn’t the end.
But I’ll willingly take the wheel from here.
