jolyn dislikes long profiles, they reveal too much, and where's the enigma in that? apart from that, jolyn is also an ugly monster, and if you have something against ugly people, then well, too bad.

jolyn adores music, androgynous boys, shark(boy)s, pink spiders, robots, black and red, the word 'awesome', musicians, and referring to herself as the third person, a trait she picked up from uncle goh.



(in no particular order)

ryan; yiling; elsia; cherie; tharsh; evelynwong; see ler1; see ler2; jumalia; kimberly; denise; dalila; weiping; nurul; shaun; kelvin; jessica; candice; grace; shyaza; chekseen; amirah; jaan; jedidah; nadzirah; juliana; aqilah; charlton; qixuan; aqila; xinyi; sili; samantha; melissa; jolene; nadia; nurul; suetfar; armeeza; joanna; melissa; sakinah; peishi; gurvin; wuyi; yingying; jennifer; dionne; peiwen; zakkiyah; azrina; estee; fiona; germaine; jiaqi; shirlynn; jacqueline; joshua; qianyun;

grouphug; ryan; postsecret; kennysia; xiaxue; levan; translation; dictionary; edison; youtube;

untold prophesy
lingyu
deborah
khairiah
cheryl
alvin

foto decadent ; moargh ; bias-ED.

iPod [video], sharkb0izx 101, scene hair, a lot of clothes, tongue, navel and lip piercings, shopping spree, a million billion trillion gazillion dollars, effective weight loss, accessories, skinnies, BILL!, a lot of moshing, 69 hours in a day, more gigs! ask me and i'll tell you

my msn wasn't working yesterday.
dumb thing.
so far. i only managed to notify weeepeee about my new p-word.
anyway. password also can't do much.
people can always disable javascript and enter the blog.
damn.
anyway. i don't really care about it.
read my blog if you want.
nothing special anyway.
anyways. i'm running a fever.
i think cos of lack of sleep.
i stayed up till 1 yesterday.
or maybe i got the fever cos i got caught in the rain.
i'm having a running nose. [editted: RUNNY nose. dotz. the runny nose must have got to my brain]
and evelyn complains i snore cos of that!
wtf! [editted: i don't snore. she was just exaggerating. i was having difficulty in breathing, girl.]
i'm sick ok! so don't complain!
and i gotta read the bloody chinese book by monday.
got STUPID TEST.
know how many stories there are inside that thick book?
24+ 175 = 199 [editted: i just looked at the book. oops. i'm exaggerating. nope, 189. not 199. but honestly, 189 doesn't make me jump for joy either.]
byebye.
i think i'll fail it. [editted: no. i don't THINK. i know.]
horribly.
and then i'll retain.
or maybe transfer out of cedar into yishun town.
yay.
then no need wake up at an ungodly hour.
5 am ok.
five fucking am.
jeez.
how to survive.
blogskins server is down.
again.
this thing forever down one.
michelle wants to change blog skin.
shall go help her do it.
kk. tata.

p.s. i decided to change back to my original p-word. and i will tell you about my new p-word. soon. so remind me if i didn't tell you. i'm so absent minded. whee. [editted: yeah! ask for my p-word.]
p.p.s. shall blog later. but only if i finish, like, 100 stories of that bloody book AND do my homework. [editted: it's 4.38pm, and i only read ... tada! a word. i give up. the words are so tiny. like the size of a fullstop at the end of this sentence. and how many pages? 403. a fucking four hundred and THREE pages of words as small as a fucking fullstop at the end of this fucking sentence.]
p.p.p.s i'm so [FUCKING] dead.

p/s. all the words in bold are editted. i only edit cos i noticed the 'running nose' part. dotz. my brain is frozen cos of the extremely cold weather. wait. do i even have a brain?