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

blurghh. is something wrong with me? my friends all leave me - one by one. i read gv's blog, and somehow i think she knows about me leaving band. i'm sorry, i just don't share the pride and loyalty you have for band. maybe you don't know, but how can you ask someone like me, who's intellectually slow, to master an instrument? i tried, alright. i should follow my heart, yes? i'm sorry to all the SLs, band leaders, teachers, members of csb.

what did i do to incur others' wrath? did i step over the line or something? because you'll all been really cold lately. is it the after holidays blues or...? i think it's me. i know it's me. i think i've changed. not for the better, definitely. if it were for the better, i wouldn't be having this bitch rant about how little friends i have left. or maybe i'm just feeling lonely.

i'm just feeling down. sometimes when a group of us go out together, i feel alone. like i'm not really included in the gang. the not-so-funny jokes i laugh at. the big-fake-grins i give. the lame jokes i crack. all the dumbass things i do. that feeling just sucks you know? i don't feel any better when i'm alone either. i'm wondering when i'll become crazy mad. insanity takes over, and i might just leap off the sixth floor.

i'm slowly losing my friends. i'm slowing turning insane. i'm slowly dying...

does anybody care for this girl?

haha. i'm asking a dumb question. you people are too busy with your own lives. i'm not guilt tripping you. i just want to say thanks anyway. for reading my blog, and trying to comprehend me.

but i don't think anyone truly knows me. i don't even know myself! how absurd is that?

you think you know me, but sometimes i just want to leap out of my skin, leap out of the stereotype. some of you may know me as quiet, meek, timid, shy. some, loud, loud, brave, daring, or anything. some simply know me as a goody two shoes. or some call me a...gangster. i'm not!

you wonder, they always so ever frequently tell you to be yourself. which day in your life are you not yourself? even if you stage an act, you're still the same you.

i sometimes don't understand myself. i wonder why i type all this crap for, three times a day. is it going to help me understand myself better? because, i think, i still don't understand! i get all these funny thoughts in my head. why am i me? do people know me better than i know myself? why am i living? what does death mean?

maybe i'm thinking too much.

one life, live it.

do you believe in reincarnation? i wonder where we go after we die...the strange place no one ever lived to tell. do we simply just vanish? or are there some traces of us left?

BLURGGH. i'm getting a bit weirded out these days. i'm being a freak. (:
i shall stop crapping. who thinks as much as me?! who thinks of committing suicide?
who thinks so much, she doesn't do her homework?

well. ME!
crapp.toots.
i wanna curl up and cry.