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

english finals tomorrow. please, slap me on the head HARD and ask me what i've been doing all year.

i do not know. seriously. it's either i've forgotten or i've never paid any attention to what mdm faridah was saying. oh shit. i've forgotten whether i've forgotten and it's so not funny.

really, my brain is going to explode with all the thoughts. but none of these are thoughts about exams. i was sitting at the back (according to index number, i'm number 36) and during lessons, i had trouble listening to the teachers' explanation why it is so important that i listen.

i was doodling, getting carried away with my thoughts. shit. no wonder veera put me right in front.

but i was having trouble listening and understanding anything. is it cos i'm tired? or is it cos i have no mood to study?

damn. i realize how truly alone i am. i finally grasp the gravity of the situation and it totally sucks. you are nothing without your friends, you know?i'd better make some or i will die lonely.

and my gung ho friend, matthew, backed out on me. fuck. shit you, then. i'll do it. maybe during the december holidays. or maybe not. suddenly i don't see the need to make an extra hole anywhere other than my ears.

i'm very much dead. the english finals are TOMORROW. less than 24 hours away. more like 12 + hours and counting down every minute.

every second i waste away.

i'm so fucking dead. people, i'm going to go shower now and then i'll prepare to die. i'll dig my own grave and you people don't worry about me (as if you will).

SHEESH.