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

lalala. it's MONDAY tomorrow. just roughly TWO hours away. i can't wait, i can't can't can't wait. HURRAY. monday rocks.

ughh. i'm sorry i had to turn down many requests to go out. =) i'm not free. so far, i only completed my maths homework (I'M DAMN PROUD OF THIS!) and i have so many left. i can't believe myself. just to go out with tharsh and her new boy, shiva and weewee, i actually lied to my mum. i'm good at lying. she didn't really suspect a thing. i told her i had a project (i've done it already, but i really DID have one. it's a white lie! i can't lock myself at home, can i?!)

and stop telling me i've got a crush on weewee. how can i have one?! i'm ugly. crushing on him = fruitless. he wouldn't even look at me twice. i'm happy he agreed to go out, though. haha. he's nice =) better than junren, the bloody fucking featherless chicken. he can call me crazy if he wants. he's the one who's mad about pretty girls. superficial bastard.

i went to the void deck to do my homework and surprisingly, i managed to do it! LALALA. michh can't concentrate. she keeps fiddling with her handphone. aiyo. tsk tsk. then we walked around and even climbed up to the multi storey carpark. i told michh most murders take place in carparks, and she kept going...'ooo...look. the blood on the floor. STILL FRESH!' eeeee. speaking of murders, the one that rocked singapore was the murder of the twenty-two (is it?) year old china girl. ewww. i can't imagine hacking off someone's head. I CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE KILLING SOMEONE.

how can someone be so cold-blooded to chop a helpless lady?! ugh. bastard. if he does that out of desperation, it's still wrong. you killed her anyway. he should get the life sentence or maybe even the death sentence. she was here to work, and she did nobody harm. for fuck's sake, what could make him turn into such a beast? *shudder* eeeek.

imagine. you're the murderer. you quarrel with the victim, then you get so angry, you pick up a knife recklessly and plunge it into her chest. then you looked at her as she keels over, blood staining her clothes. you drop the knife, and then you crumple onto the floor. you start to think...'holy fuck! i just killed someone!' you think it's all just a dream. you are lying in your bed right now...you'll wake up. but a little seed of doubt plants itself in your mind. you decide to pinch yourself. OUCH! what the...you're awake. then you start sweating and shivering. you look at the girl. she's staring at you unblinkingly. blood pooled on the floor, and your hands are covered with them. you look around. get rid of the evidence, you tell yourself. you get up shakingly. HURRY. not much time left. you start by cleaning the blood. then you catch sight of the lifeless, motionless body. you feel dizzy, and frightened. you spot the knife, a stark contrast to the white linoleum floor. it's covered with blood. HER BLOOD. get rid of the body...the body....the body...the body....she's dead.....you killed her...you....killed.....her... you killed her. you killed her. it rang in his head. murderer. murderer. you gave a little shriek and started to hack her. 'i didn't kill her! i'm not a murderer! i'm innocent!! i'm not guilty! she's not dead!' you chanted over and over again. first her head. you hacked it off, with some difficulty, 'i'm not a murderer!', then her fingers. one by one. all ten fingers until all that's left are bloodied stumps. 'i'm innocent!' her arms. 'i'm fine. i won't get caught!' her torso. 'i'm not guilty!' her legs. you hack her into little bits. then it occurred to you...you didn't check if she was alive.......you bag her body up into green translucent plastic bags and took a long shower. you wash off the blood. but they still stain your hands. no matter how you wash them, they won't come off. you start panicking. where do i dump the plastic bags? then you grabbed the bags and put them in the back of the car. you push the key in, but you miss. you try again, and miss. your hands are shaking. finally, it's in. you drive and stopped at the singapore river. you look around you, and the coast is clear. it's in the middle of the night. no one'll see. you'll be free. you're FINE!! you pick the bags up and threw them af far as you could. finally. the burden on your shoulder has been lifted. no one will know it's you......

lalala. don't mind the grammar mistakes. i'm bad at them. it's supposed to be in the present tense and i wrote it in a hurry. gotta go soon. byebyebye. BAD STORY. god. i suck at all this.


AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. WHY MUST WEEWEE CANCEL? I REALLY WANTED HIM TO GO. fuck. must be ME again. i hate myself. now it's just me, tharsh and shiva. OH HELLO, YOU MUST BE THE LAMP POST.

jolyn. the lamp post. i hate myself. the candle of hope flickers. and then blows out.

hello, lamp post. just call me lamp post. i'm happy to be standing there, in between tharsh and her boyfriend. OH. happiness. joyjoyjoyjoy.

lemme just bury myself. i shall back out tomorrow. i don't want to be standing there like a third wheel. or a spare tyre. damn it.

jolyn is a lamp post. i'm destined to be one forever.

SIGH. joy. just imagine. i'm tall, and i'm useful...the lonely lamp post.

monday sucks. blame it all on me.

MY FAULT. forever my fault. the silly irritating lamp post who doesn't even shine properly. i flicker off and on, off and on. useless asshole. what a piece of complete SHIT.

that's me alright.