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

HELLO (:

just wanted to start my coming back with a big bang. this blog is dead, but you know what? i wouldn't want a bunch of people who don't give a bloody fuck about my welfare to act like they do. if you don't, you can consider (i strongly advise you to do so) not coming back to my blog again.

i've lost a part of me, and i can say i gained things too.

and i guess it does seem okay some days, but on others, you feel sore that you lost them.

GOD. WAKE ME UP WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS.

please don't. october is a really bad month. EXAMS. please hack me into a million pieces, and then put me in a grinder so i won't have to fail so horribly. will i get kicked out of cedar? it's cedar's policy to kick people who 1) fail English, 2) fail overall (this is tough shit, man. 50% or more per subject) 3) don't have cca.

i fall under categories 2 and 3. please. whack me on the head.

i love kelvin and ryan! (as friends) because they saved me from boredom.

thank you. i have to stress again on the "true friends" part. tsk tsk. some people.

hmm. my holidaay schedule is as shown:

saturday - guitar lesson number #4 (AHHHH. more about that later)
- shalini's birthday party
- setting off for malaysia
sunday to wednesday night/thursday morning - malaysia
thursday - meeting with hali & co for CME

friday, saturday, sunday. NO IDEA. do homework? cram for exams? man, i'm spoilt for choices.

and i have IPW presentation, Geog presentation, CME presentation coming up. plus maths test (sure flunk, since i bombed the last two on accord that that ms tan set it.)

i hate teachers who are prejudiced against students. so don't blame me if i'm prejudiced against them too. FUCK YOU WHORES, STICK A FINGER UP YOUR ASS.

ms tan confiscated my *love letter* from stacey. not a love letter, she just made it sound so fucking horrible. and i got poor stace into trouble. [ beep beep beep beep. censored, because this part will get me in tro trouble with the teachers. sigh]

man. that is ONE BIG BITCH.

shhh. i didn't get her any presents, and when the whole class was supposed to contribute and make a scrapbook, i didn't. heh heh. i should tear up the paper, shouldn't i? i didn't make anything for her. i made for mdm faridah, miss wan, miss (janice) tan [OH MY GOSH. SHE'S SO CUTE] and mrs tan bee chok.

sorry, i practise favouritism.

I LOVE MY WALLET I LOVE IT SO SO SO SO MUCH. IT'S BLACK AND IT'S CHEAP AND IT'S SO EFFING CUTE. IT COSTS $1.90 AND EVERYBODY LOVES IT.

except i forgot to bring my wallet to school today. sadddd. i left it on my dad's car, and it has a rude word on it. my dad should be mad. but you know what? i love it to bits.

bleahblahbleah.

i hate you. always will.
i don't want to see you because i'm too ashamed of myself.
i don't want to see you smile because i'm selfish.
i don't want you to be happy because i'm sad.
i don't want you to hurt me anymore.

i want you to burn with regret and cry with the same empty hollow feeling i had.

sob into your pillow.
crash and burn.
fall and break.
shatter.

you, BLOODY FUCKING ASSWIPE, deserved all of that.
you know you do.

and one day, i'll pull the rug from under your feet and watch you break like how you made me shatter.

sometimes rage is all you have left.
rage is all you have to pull you through another day.
rage is all you feel pounding through your veins.

rage is all you need.
you don't need any fucking thread of emotion, because that just gets in your way.

you can't always see the sadness in someone's eyes.
because that person doesbnn't have emotions. not nymore (:

happy means nothing. so does sadness. it's just another cycle.

HAPPY HAPPY, SAD SAD.

me?

a big fat flat blank.