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

went orchard with halimatul today. we met up (late), thanks to me because i had to run and get $ from mummy.

it was super funny, okay. i am really a fashion critic (as if i am not a walking fashion disaster myself). i see clothes and i start commenting. "that one is for colourblind people la, so fucking ugly." "omg, overalls! man, i think of farmers when i see that." "oh god, look at it. wear it and you will look like a fucking neon traffic light!" "there should be a sign on it that says 'ONLY FOR NURSES AND PEOPLE WITH BAD TASTE'"

i feel fucking evil ): but i made halimatul laugh like siao, which is good. i am lame, and i am fat and ugly. i am a walking fashion disaster. basically i suck.

then i saw one really pretty shirt which cost a fucking forty three bucks. i didn't know whether to get it or not, because i am ugly and fat ): so i didn't in the end. we went far east and i saw this band tee-shirt shop and i got crazy and wanted to buy the entire store.

ooh. i love my new tee shirt. it cost a fucking thirty nine bucks, thank you. it's imported from america. and it has FROM FIRST TO LAST emblazoned on it. if you don't know who is from first to last, or you don't like them, maybe there's something wrong with you. ):

i wanted: fall out boy, hawthorne heights, taking back sunday, atreyu, avenged sevenfold, panic! at the disco, coheed and cambria, dotdotdotdot one. omg. i feel so sad i could only afford one ): i'm going back there again. i saw this curly hair dude. he bought 10381274 shirts. fucker. rich until can afford so many nice tees. i will stab him.

i miss huixian.

i hate my face.
i hate my eyes.
i hate my nose.
i hate my lips if candice says they look really 'kissable' it must be good?
i hate my hair.
i hate my ears.
i hate my hands.
i hate my legs.
i hate my body.
i hate my voice.
i hate the fact that i am not happy with myself.
i hate the fact that i am such an asshole.
I FUCKING HATE MYSELF

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If you’re gonna rip my heart out, could you use a knife that’s dull and rust in color.
Once I die there will be no way that you can cover, that scar.
It’s hard. I know.
And if I get a little blood on you, finally the world will know you’re guilty,
of taking everything you’ve gotten from me
no heart, its hard.