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

WHAT THE FUCK. BLOODY SHIT. WHY DO I PUT UP WITH THIS SHIT? WHY AM I HERE. WHY DO YOU TRY TO OVERPROTECT ME LIKE I'M SOME KIND OF NUTCASE WITH NO LIFE. WHY AM I SEEN SO LOWLY IN YOUR EYES?

the unfairness of it all.

you guys are my parents. you're supposed to TRUST me and have faith in me. i thought you would understand. you guys were teenagers once. you know how important it is to let me live. the more you choose to trap me in this cage, the more i want to break free.

sometimes i just feel like screaming in your face 'YOU TRY BEING IN MY SHOES. SEE IF IT'S EASY FOR YOU. YOU EXPECT ME TO BE HOW YOU WANT TO BE.' i'm not saying i don't want to study hard, and get a good job. but you can't expect me to not have social life.

it's so hard being the eldest. you expect me to be mature, and understanding. how do i understand when you're being so god damn unreasonable?! i just want a life. what is wrong with that?

yes, i appreciate what you did for me. i'm not going to deny and say you were horrible parents. that would be stupid and so fucking immature of me. you guys can be great, if you want to be. you are worried. i understand, but i'm mature. you told me i was.

suddenly you just took away your trust and you expected me to live with it. why?! is it because my grades were horrible? FINE. you take my exams. you study for me. tell me if you could've done much better.

i'm nothing but a spoilt brat. i want more than you can give. i know you think i'm such a little bitch. you think the worst of me sometimes, but you wouldn't say.

you made me this way, remember? i'm trying to stop being the little princess you taught me to be.

sometimes, i think, if i hadn't gone to a bloody top school, and didn't get "good results", i wouldn't be in this slum right now. i can live like how a bad kid lives.

then maybe you wouldn't try to contain me. am i too much for you? am i more than you bargained for?

you want to kill the spirit in the girl. you want to control my life. you want everything.

i gave up my life. you made all the choices for me. when i finally opened up and started making my own decisions, you stop calling me mature. you say i'm stupid to make all these dumb choices.

so, maturity is living like a nun, behaving like a dog you trained in obedience class.

fine. i shall be the dog on the leash. A SHORT LEASH.

i'm so fucking sick of this.