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, March 31, 2009
    |10:00 PM|


    its over.

    at least part of it is.

    many things done wrong
    many situations lacking aplomb
    the eyes of many bearing distrust
    but the things we must carry on, in that I trust

    four days of uncertainty
    ninety-six hours of mess
    five thousand seven hundred and sixty hours,
    the timelessness at rest

    old bridges torn down
    with new ones sprouting up
    to mourn one's demise
    is nothing but a surprise

    the time is weak
    with nary a voice
    the wee hours of the morning heralded
    with the storm looming ahead

    breaking down was a certain
    success was a must
    i cant say the feeling is mutual
    but apparent is; the lack of trust

    thankful for the hands
    that guided us through the way
    but spittum for the doctor
    who turned his patients away

    a heart whos veins were never caught in rest
    would only be so well, a day or two at best
    the endless distraught and stabs abound
    the brain stops ticking, the heart makes no sound

    if not for the medics and nurses alike
    all i would have remained was to be caught in a plight
    a new life lays, many days ahead
    no more allowing people, to trod on my head

    the time is near, the night is long
    but its time to forge on; like the pon-pon song
    to never let things get awry,
    i remind myself;
    "Its My Story"


    i find myself unsure of what i want again...


    And I realized...
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