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

this has been a shit filled day for me. everything i do seems to turn out wrong. this is not your typical unlucky shitty day, when you get splashed with rainwater by the bus, stain your skirt, step on dog poo, and pee in your pants. this is a catastrophe.

had to report to some lady for skirt check. she pronounced me as okay, the only thing i need to do is get new skirt cos my current ones are all too big. then blah blah blah fast forward to maths. i can safely say mr tay is my favourite teacher. he is super funny and nice!

this is when everything turns wrong. that dumb GYL went to take out the postcard she wrote for charlotte in _'s lesson. the idiot went to scold GYL, and promptly ordered her to give her the fucking thing. and GYL did. she wrote some shit about raping [insert teacher's name] here and then ta-da. instantly die. then GYL went to steal back the postcard, ripping it to shreds. the idiot insisted on checking GYL's bag, and found loadful of postcards which she confiscated.

i wrote her those. vulgarities, sick things. everything. byebye life. i am dead. the thing implicated many people alright. damn FUCKED UP.

what is freedom of speech? who made that phrase up? why say people are given the "freedom of speech" when it does not liberate one at all? freedom of speech. so ironic. people cannot say what they want to. they have to say what they are expected to. if we just open our mouths to clarify things, they tell us we're talking back.

if we roll our eyes, they say we have no respect for them. yes, we don't. but did they ever think why? maybe it's because they are biased? damn it. fuck this.

after that we had lit test which sucked balls. then we did CE board. after that we went home, and went macs to eat apple pie. yl was with us, and -- called ** to find out where yl was.

then ** called deb and shouted at her. WHICH SERIOUSLY SUCKED. i think i'm going to die on monday.

anyway tomorrow is sports day. go oleander!

rawrrr.