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beatrix
10th november 1989
beatrix.oneyoulove@gmail.com
singapore management university (lkcsb)
bea/beat/trix/trixie, loves music, shopping, baking, and the usual online stuff. has one tree hill, friends, gossip girl, grey's, to accompany her at home and not forgetting spongebob squarepants. crazy for westlife, maroon 5, daughtry & lifehouse. adam levine's voice makes him top of the list of sexiest man on earth. roots for chelsea, of course for frank lampard. heaven&earth's green tea + chasoba + ben&jerry's cherry garcia equates to heaven & earth. loved her secondary school days in SCGS. likes her ACJC class of 2SA3'07 + the bowling team and is loving her life as it is.





Friday, September 28, 2007

hundred & fortysix

itunes: one year six months by yellowcard

Maybe, I just need to appreciate the little things that happen around me more.

Just like how I fortunate I am, to be able to go to school, and have such a great class, surrounded by classmates who never fail to cheer up my day, whether it's with our new found identities as Pokemon (and I'm Charmander btw), or the teasings that we have of each other. Plus the fact that I'm able to greet my friends around, the bowlers, the SC girls, or even random friends around. And how lucky I am to come home, with good food waiting for me no matter what time it is, with my parents who are willing to come to pick me up every night late from school, and the fact that they stay up to make sure that I go to bed before them

I guess, I should really start to think of all these, much, much more.

And be glad with the Coffee that was sent, on Facebook. =)

And though today, I spent five hours without doing any work at all, to celebrate Kristal's birthday with the recess clique, it was all worth it. I've never had that much fun, in a while, and it's been quite some time. Who knew we would get back the same table that we got, two years ago?

So since the past week, I've been slightly laxed with my work, I really have to make sure that it's full hard-core, from this Saturday onwards. It's just about thirty three days more to go, and I have to really decide what's going to go on, for the 30th Nov.

Think iPod Touch will be here within the next 16 hours. Woohoo.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

hundred & fortyfive

itunes: memory by sugarcult

Fuck it, I've tried.

But it always don't work out, the way it's supposed to be.

Goodnight world.

Monday, September 24, 2007

hundred & fortyfour

itunes: over you by daughtry

And this proves, that Chelsea needs Mourinho, and of course, Lampard.

Ah well.

I had Cold Rock yesterday, and had quite a good time chatting with the four-year old Tammie 'Curve' there, though we forsaked half an hour just to eat ice-cream, since the weather was really hot.

The week has been okay anyway.

Week three.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

hundred & fortythree

itunes: 藉口 by 周杰倫

Pardon me, please.

I tell you, it's the influence of people definitely, I'm beginning to appreciate the usefulness of cursing, and Keith, I now understand why you love the word so much.

Fuck, WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE TO WORK THERE? AND WITH THAT, DO YOU KNOW IT HURTS FUCKING EVEN MORE?

AND BECAUSE OF THAT, I CAN'T ENJOY MY ICE-CREAM ANYMORE, and yes, i fucking mean, ICE-CREAM!!!

You just stabbed my heart again.

The world seems to be turning upside down again, and maybe that's why I'm listening to Chinese songs again, or rather Jay Chou. I WANT TO WATCH SECRET AGAIN, PLEASE.

The only consoling thing this week, is Backstreet Boy's Inconsolable. Yes, the irony of it. Plus, Ben & Jerry's Strawberry Cheesecake after tuition on Friday.

And yeah, decdu, not fuck.

Monday, September 10, 2007

hundred & fortytwo

itunes: blind by lifehouse

I just don't want to feel fucking hurt again. Get it?

And please, I've never used such a word, over here at least, so I guess you would know the extent of it this time.

I don't want to see things like that anymore, I'm really afraid that I can't take it, because it just hurts so fucking much.

I don't know how long more this can go on. I wish I could just, get over it, and you.

And it's not just it, that's eating me up.

I tried really, really hard. But, it just seems to be getting worse.

Friendships, relationships, school, and what else.

And you're right, I really need to take this mask off.

For that, I'm just not going to do the SATs pratice as I planned to tonight, and go to sleep, so that I can cry my freaking ass off, like the crybaby that I am.


And still I have the pain I have to carry
A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried


I would fall asleep
Only in hopes of dreaming
That everything would be like it was before
But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting
They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor

Sunday, September 09, 2007

hundred & fortyone

itunes: all i have to give by backstreet boys

So after watching High School Musical for the second time, I've concluded that this is my favourite song from it, still. The movie felt nicer, than the first time I watched it. And I think they make one of the sweetest couple ever, in real-life, or not, haha. Oh well.



Anyway, the point of this entry, is to make this announcement:
TOMORROW'S THE LAST DAY OF THE LAST TERM OF MY SCHOOL LIFE.

And yeah, that's it.

I'll try to sleep early.

hundred & forty

itunes: the best deceptions by dashboard confessional

I'd rather feel pissed, than disappointed.

So the company this morning at Open House, with the cheap thrill of getting the goodie bag, I had fun. Even though it was with the 2 small kids+1 big kid, Subway+Cold Rock=Yummy.

I had Niclim's company when the others left, and so it was Coffeebean's English Breakfast Tea Latte, I can never get sick of it. Almost seven hours there, I managed to listen to the most recently compiled playlist that lasts five hours, plus a little of Dashboard's. It felt productive, but yeah, probably it could have felt much better.

Simply put, I thought that the day would have been better. But, it's alright, it's all alright.


I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers,
I'll be all right when my hands get warm.
Ignoring the phone, I'd rather say nothing.

Saturday, September 08, 2007

hundred & thirtynine

itunes: over you by daughtry

Since the best friend dedicated this song for me on her xanga, I should post it up once again here, even though I did, quite a little some time ago.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.

I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up these pieces.
I'm spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
The day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you.


So sometimes, or rather most of the times, I really wish they could have listened to me instead. I need for them, just to understand me. But it's just hard. And you know, it's at times like this, that I realise even more how much I need j. It just makes me miss j even more. It seems that no one's able to be here anymore, like how j used to. Right.

Guess I let you get the best of me.

So here's just to mention a little thanks to the people in my life.

Wonder: Yes my dear best friend, I'm glad we're finally catching up, after all that we've been through, it's been hard hasn't it. But still, it's six years and counting =). (And I enjoyed Stickydate Toffee with you today.)

Hannah: Thanks for bringing laughter into my life, and for the chidings here, and there. I'm glad we both still enjoy Heaven & Earth Green Tea, even though it's been about four years? I bet you'll miss me.

Ari: Though we always seem to argue, you are always there cheering me on, and I know it's because you know me well enough. As usual, am always here, Ari.

Claire: For being there to rant to, whenever I need to. And for excusing me, in times of retard-ness. And the shopping trips, and bars/clubs-hoppings to come.

Steven: Thanks for believing in me, all the time. It's hard I know, but I'm sorry. You'll be receiving my email soon, I hope.

Keith: You are literally, always a phone call away. Once your phone rings, you're here next to me (though it takes some time for you to travel, haha). And thanks, for walking a little more distance with me, to the other busstop. But Keith, no cursing still.

Eugene: The late phone calls, it's been a habit, but they mean alot. The fact that there's someone to rant to, for a listening ear. And for the jokes, to cheer me up all the time. Wait till I get drunk, then.

Erwin: For being so understanding, and always there, staying with me. Though it's been a challenge to wake you up, I'm becoming good at it. Thanks, for making me learn more, and knowing more, to life. I'll continue my investor role.

2SA3'07: The class that gives me happiness, tears, pain, joy and laughter, literally.

ACJC BOWLING TEAM: The backbone of my life, and the crazy wild nights.


I'll go pack my room, now.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

hundred & thirtyeight

itunes: standard lines by dashboard confessional

Actually, I don't even really feel like using this anymore.

And I can't believe my 'luck' on Friday evening. Right.


But your taste still lingers on my lips like I just placed them upon yours
and I starve for you.
But this new diet's liquid
and dulling to the senses.
And it's crude but it will do.


Which of the standard lines will we use?