&Alexithymia
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.
&Verona
&Friends
(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
&Gracias
foto decadent ;
moargh ;
bias-ED.
&Wants
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
Sunday, April 30 // 9:42 pm
suddenly i get this crazy thought. i want to hire this huge tour bus, the ones you see when you traipse around orchard road. the double decker bus, the one without the roof.
and i'm going to form a street band. we're going to be playing our own hits, and covers of other rocking bands. we're gonna be yowling at the top of our lungs, literally bringing the roof down while driving slowly around the entire world. and we're on fire! and i dont give a fuck if the huge dude behind us driving his mercedes is going "oi you, think your ah-gong road is it!"
we smell like we haven't showered for days
we are drenched in sweat
we're shivering in the cold.
we're exhausted
our fingers are bleeding. raw from playing for so long.
our throats are hoarse, from screaming.
our muscles are aching. screaming for mercy
we don't stop. we continue rocking.
we're in our element. we're happy.
woah. some cool dream huh.
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write me a song and i'll fall for you (:
