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

i'm in love with the faders.
and i think 3dash1 is cool (:

HAPPY 40TH BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE.
and how's ryan coping? hold on, okayyyy. I'M HERE FOR YOU.

hold on, brudder (:

the main reason i got out of the house today was 3dash1. i missed them at the junction eight thingy, so i decided i'm gonna see for myself how good they are. seriously, they didn't disappoint me. the lead vocalist had a very weak voice, though. but they JAMMED. hawt, bayybeh. i think guys who rock are hot (:

they did a green day cover, and the first thing i noted was that the lead vocals didn't do it very well. HURHUR. i sound like some critic here. but the music was good. however, the atmosphere seriously sucked. can you imagine? them singing, expecting SOME reaction from us, and we are all there, gaping at them.

i'm so ashamed of yishun. if i could bring all the cedarians with me, i would. the singers got a bit embarrassed. they went "WHAT'S UP YISHUN?" and nobody said anything. i clapped, but gave up when nobody else did. seriouslyyyyy. mannnn. if i were to perform in such a hostile crowd, i will vomit from nervousness. they all so indifferent.

i watched the little children from pat's schoolhouse perform, and they are so cute (((: after that they called for a break, and i watched them rehearse. it was okay, i guess. except some residents. sit down like nobody's business. ask them to dance, they stand up, roll their eyes, then pretend to do. after a minute, they plop back down on their fat asses then open umbrellas.

i love yishun's community spirit (: or maybe it's not only yishun. there's also admiralty...i don't know. the northern part of the island, yeah?

evelyn and i are horrible people (: we went off before they finished rehearsing, and we poked fun at people. they're showing the ndp'05 on tv now. harhar. we guffaw at people whom we think are funny. SORRY.

i'm looking out for yishun town, cos my friends are in there. heh heh.

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actually, i'm not in a really good mood today. it's all cos of that _____.

i hope he gets a boot in his ass one of these days. so i can snigger at his sorry and pathetic state. then i won't be miserable like how he made me. i believe in karma, and he's going to GET it one of these days. from God, who's very very very just.

i don't know why, but it's not him i hate.

i should hate him. but i hate me more. and HER. AND ME. mostly, i hate ME.

i can really torture myself, you know.

i should hate stinking bastards with no sense of responsibility. i should hate him for hurting me.

i should not be bend on revenge. i should not be duly worried he won't get what he deserves. i should not be so harsh on myself. i should not blame myself for anything that goes wrong. i should stop fussing over my physical shortcomings. i should stop crying over nothing. i should stop writing songs and poems about sadness. i should stop cutting. i should stop being afraid. i should stop THIS.

i should stop hating myself. but i don't know how.

can someone teach me how to be comfortable in my own skin? can someone teach me how to NOT get hurt?

how come teachers don't teach these IMPORTANT things in life? they say school helps to build character...but can the school teach us how to harden one's heart and prevent one from hurting? can they teach us how to be confident? they think they are...pushing us in front of the whole class. this isn't building confidence. this is degrading confidence.

they get laughed at. imagine how they feel, for once.

stop thinking about yourself this moment. put yourself in someone else's shoes.

ughhhh. how happy can this day be.

happy bday singapore.
i love you (:

and i hate YOU. to.... you know who you are.
i hate you from the bottom of my heart for inflicting those cuts.
for hurting me.
FOR NOT BEING MISERABLE LIKE ME.

i wonder how you stood up.
i wonder how your friends wouldn't look at you different.
i wonder how your friends can stand you.
i wonder how come your friends can still pat your back, and say 'well done' after you did this so me.
i wonder why you didn't help me up again.
i wonder what i did wrong.

was it my fault? or was it YOURS?

guys, stop believing.
dreams never do come true.
miracles never do happen.