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

we can close our eyes to things we don't want to see. but we can't close our hearts to not feel what we don't want to.

i can close my eyes, and refuse to look at my ugliness. but i can't close my heart and not feel UGLY.
i can close my eyes, not open my eyes wide to watch the innocent suffer. but i can't help but feel sorry for them.

isn't this absurd? why can't i build a wall around myself? protect myself from the hurt, pain and tears shed. but it'll also keep the joy and happiness out. i'll feel terribly lonely.

my "friends" [oh yeah, we will stick through THICK and THIN] have left me, one by one. for what? i don't know. why don't you tell me? can you explain to me what i did wrong? i'll try to comprehend it, bit by bit. don't ignore me. you can't shut me out forever.

don't tell me you are that shallow?

i wonder what's it like to leave this world once and for all. but i don't want to. so many unfulfiled dreams. so many things worth living for. but my friends...aren't you supposed to ENCOURAGE me to live on? instead of ignoring me, pretending i'm dead?

does anybody read my blog? i guess not.

all of you have your own problems. don't mind me. i'm just whacked.

i shall not ranting and raving about how lonely i feel.

i shall try to be happy. even if i fail.
no. i shan't fail. i can't feel anything but happiness bubbling inside me.
yeah right.

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tomorrow's the presentation. wish me luck. :p
ms pauline didn't see the cuts, i guess.

i love rain. i want it to rain every single day. i want to run in the rain and forget all my troubles. i want to drown in rain. no i don't.

i just like rain. i can cry in the rain, and nobody will notice.

i like the smell of rain. isn't that weird? it's refreshing. like a bath, except rain's colder.

i wanna drench myself in the rain. feel the chill.

something other than hurt.

please rain tomorrow. i won't bring my umbrella. (:

rain, rain, rain.

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look at the pic there. isn't it fucking ugly? (: thank you. i drew it.

i'm a loner.

alone in this effing world.