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 get the feeling i'm not well-liked by many.

where the hell are my good friends and lovely readers?

yeah. GONE. gone with the wind. what's up with me nowadays? what's up with my life? why do all these things happen for no reason? have i been bad? did i do something wrong to deserve all this?

within a few months, my friends have abandoned me. nobody will stand by me like i will stand by them. or maybe i'm just pretending. how do i know if i WILL stand by you?

i really want to know what i did wrong. even if you hate my guts now, or whatever, can you tell me what i did on to start this huge change in my life? how do i even grasp it with my hand to contain another huge change from happening?

i always thought i liked change. but now? not anymore. why can't i be safe the cocoon i built myself? the brick wall i built around me? the warm, cosy feeling of happiness? instead all i have is a broken heart and broken dreams.

i'm never the one you wanted me to be.

i really feel like stabbing myself. but i'm not going to do that. why should i? even if i do, with blood spurting and oozing out, nobody's going to come visit me in the hospital (or maybe i wouldn't even make it there, since nobody will know i died).

sheesh. i ought to just close down this blog and just stop blogging. if i don't have a blog, then i'll still be able to pretend i've got friends.

i can deny and say "my friends care!"

when actually they don't. they care more about the hair in their nose than me.

and that's fine with me. YA, YOUR NOSE HAIR DAMN IMPORTANT LA.

and i'm not. i'm the least important(: don't worry, i can handle that.

why does everybody think i'm strong? is it because i don't cry in front of them? or is it because...

never mind. don't feel like discussing anything right now. just feel like fucking off and worrying about why i'm not able to complete my homework.

and wondering why i spend more than on my guitar than on my homework. and why i have such WONDERFUL, ENDEARING, FANTASTIC friends who think i'm the bee's knees.

i ought to go and stab myself, shouldn't i?

the prospect of leaving behind everything is so fucking tempting.

i'm so fucking dead.

and i fucking don't give a fuck anymore.

why should i? nobody cares. WHY SHOULD I?
should i care because nobody cares?
should i care because nobody cares?
SHOULD I? as a matter of fact, i don't think so.

don't try to fuck with my mind, because if you do, i'll slap you so fucking hard, you'll get a bruise the size of Alcatraz, the iisland where they imprison those jailbirds.

i feel like i ought to be locked up.

don't you care anymore? (yeah, i forgot. you don't. boo hoo. sob sob. -not)

bye blog.
it's so silent here. why should i keep you?
you're just like an unwanted baby. i feel your pain. even if those fuckers and wankers out there don't.

ya ya. i'm being stupid.

but it's okay. at least i know i'm not heartless.