Profile.

 Name:
 LAI XUANJIE JASON.
Birthday:
 02/05/1990.
Home:
 SINGAPORE.
Job:
 STUDENT @ TEMASEK POLYTECHNIC APPLIED SCIENCE SCHOOL.
Pets:
 ALL DIED LONG AGO
Political:
 N/A.
Listening to:
 TOO MANY TO LIST.
Fearing:
 NEGATIVE RESULTS.
Loving:
 GOOD TIMES.
Hating:
 LACK OF VITAMIN M.
Wanting:
 A COMPANION.
Needing:
 A LIFE.
Hoping:
 BETTER TOMMORROW.
Thinking:
 ABOUT MANY THINGS I SHOULDN'T BE THINKING ABOUT.
Wondering:
 ABOUT EVERYTHING.
Realizing:
 THAT LIFES A JOKE.
Learning:
 NOTHING.
Dreaming:
 NIGHTMARES.
Craving:
 $6 ECONOMIC BEEHOON.
Quoting:
 "THERE ARE NO BEST FRIENDS,ONLY FRIENDS THAT KNOW YOU BEST".
"THOSE THAT MIND DON'T MATTER,THOSE THAT MATTER DON'T MIND"

Adores

 Online chat/games
Chilling with friends
Karaoke
All you can eat MEAT
Slacking

Loathes

 VEGETABLES
Peanuts
LOW EQ people
Durian
Anything else that you know i hate

Friends
  • 4G
  • geraldine
  • nerissa
  • wenjie
  • keith
  • tingxu
  • moses
  • boonwei
  • jasvin
  • zhu en
  • roy
  • special seven
  • jun ru
  • grace foo
  • weijie
  • yvette
  • DHSNPCC
  • dion
  • xun xiang
  • siew mai
  • crystal
  • grace
  • zoey
  • jocelyn
  • ASSC
  • clarissa
  • liwei
  • aaron
  • glenn
  • janson
  • alfred
  • mashitah
  • joey
    Wishes

     New computer to replace my fried one
    New HDD to replace my smashed one
    iPhone
    Good final GPA
    A good-friend

    Wall of memoirs

    Thanks

     LPhoenix
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    • Tuesday, May 13, 2008
    |12:42 AM|


    a feather in a thunderstorm
    a drop in the ocean
    a tiny atom in a sea of whats unknown

    i feel confused
    so confused...

    the time is short, the mind is racing,
    as i sit down, the movie in the making.
    the date grows ever nearer towards the end,
    the mind begins to stiffen, the heart begins to bend.
    people around start contemplating,
    undecided people continue waiting.
    but as the arduous wait takes its toll,
    who's being accepted? no one knows.

    they say that time waits for no man
    the days grow old, like the shifting sand
    by 21st may two-o-o-eight
    a new course in life will change their fate

    a lone man stands amidst the crowd

    unsure of what to be done

    all he can do is wait...



    what will happen, will happen


    And I realized...
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