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

purple(:

i'm at a loss at how to start my blog entries now. plus, my language is atrocious.

sorry, readers. i ought to start memorizing words from dictionaries.

i'm not going to think about tomorrow's chinese exam. i'm not going to think about how i'm going to look at the paper and scream in terror at the number of words i can't read. i'm not going to cry when i fail.

sometimes i really feel like stabbing myself. i can take things completely for granted. shhh. i'm not going to start scolding myself with all the fucking vulgarities i can think of anymore.

mel and i have started planning the post exam activities we're going to have. we're going to watch CORPSE BRIDE with some (reportedly) handsome hunks.

blurgh. it's not that i dislike handsome hunks. it's more that i'm ashamed of myself around them. the feeling of insecurity plagues me and i just feel so self-conscious around them.

she likes a sec 2 guy from catholic high, i'm not going to tell you his name. all i know is that he is a 'black tee shirt hunk' according to melmel :p

i prefer my purple one, but it's different, you see. we have different tastes.

i'm so disgusted by myself. instead of concentrating during chinese, i was scarfing down oreos and listening to melmel's mp3 ))):

no wonder i can't seem to recall what gao told us to study.

crap. i lost my CIP card. can anyone find it? return it to me, or i'll get grilled by tan meimei. seriously, if our class does the worst in the whhole level for maths,, we're getting mr tay. how..?!

he's so strict, he scares me. even though he might be shorter than me. but he's scary. he yanks people backwards and screams in their ears. HELP.
[edit: this is not slander, i saw him doing it to gohyl once, but i agree. we all must tuck in shirt. i'm not saying this because i have to, but when you shirt comes untuck, it looks...not very nice]

i don't care. we all have to work hard to get some other teacher for maths. i know i'll be targeted because i don't tuck in my shirt, don't have HIGHHIGHHIGH socks, don't have LONGLONGLONG skirt and i have 5 ear holes.

soon to be increasing, it seems.

i just so dig piercings.

i love the sound of that 'gun' thingy. it goes thwack thwack thwack.

i like(:

i don't feel pain. maybe it's because...the hhurt in the heart's killing me.

good luck to me. hope i pass.

and i love shooting stars. people, buy me the soundtrack!