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
    Blogger
    Blogskins
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    • Monday, March 09, 2009
    |11:47 PM|


    "The straw that broke the camel's back"

    I'm that camel.

    Loss of control with the descent in respect
    a wave of responsibility bore the signed contract
    to watch things decay with neverending malice
    to down fine liqueur in a lonely solace

    A building stands the winds, mighty and tall
    but remove the foundations, and it too will fall
    a place in altitude it must forgo
    the sound of bricklaying coming tommorrow

    Perched on the highbeam, the horizon abounds
    yet the distance to the light, the poor man rebounds
    the testimony of time wearing him down
    breaking his knees, inching to the ground

    In a month's time, only he himself can tell
    whether it was a farce or all things well
    a failure in name is but a failure in game
    but a failure in life is not much the same

    As the clouds brew heavily, engulfing the sky
    the situation is dire, to do or to die
    to sit by the side or to sob and cry
    its an invitation to the end; It just means GoodBye...

    there seems to be nothing for me left...


    And I realized...
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