&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
Wednesday, March 21 // 8:09 pm
sitting in the rain for five (plus one) minutes, wondering if it's monsoon, relief or convectional rain. then we'll pose for weird pictures, and stand behind some kinda weird movable wall and try to escape the wind. barefoot, we'll jump into puddles.
then we'll walk back to the mall, sheltering the extreme cold, and try to avoid stares as we climb the stairs barefoot, worrying about worms we'll step foot on.
begging for free food in fast food restaurants, still cold and shivering.
drinking hot milo, and eating cold (and not-so-fresh) sushi, worrying about the after effects (diarrhoea?).
butt prints on red chairs, tattered and torn library books.
sad on the bus journey home.
crying on the bus journey home-
my only solace.
sorry, this is cryptic. interpret it in anyway that you like
(this is not creative writing, because it is not creative in anyway, and it is based on a true story)
