About this girl who loves pink!
That's my name >> เพชรชมพู which can be translated beautifully to 'Pink Diamond'
I was born on 19th October of 1993 in a wonderful city of Bangkok, Thailand.
I have been in Singapore for 3 years+ to do my O levels. I was a Bedok Northian! :D
Right now, I'm in Bellerbys College, Oxford doing 5 terms A levels.
This is a small part of my world and how I get on with life.
Thank you for visiting my blog and hope you enjoy your stay here! ^^
xoxo, Phet <3
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Memories
February 2011
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Sunday, November 17, 2013 @ 1:03 PM The Irony of Love The irony of love is loving the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right, and finding out that you love someone right after that person has walked out of your life. Sometimes you think you’re already over a person, but when you see them smile at you, you suddenly realize that you’re just pretending to be over them, just to ease the pain of knowing that they will never be yours again. For some, letting go is one way of expressing how much they love a person, but for others it’s holding on to that special feeling as long as possible before it fades away. Most relationships tend to fail not because of the absence of love, love is always present, it’s just that one was being loved too much and the other wasn’t being loved enough. We all know that the heart is the center of the body, but it beats on the left. maybe that’s the reason why the heart is not always right. Most often, we fall in love with the person we think we love only to discover that for them, we are just a pass time, while the one who truly loves us remains either a friend or a stranger. So here’s a piece of advice: let go when you are hurting too much. Give up when you or the other believes love isn’t enough, and move on when things are not like before. there is someone out there who will honestly love you, and only then will you know true love. |
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Friday, October 21, 2011 @ 11:48 PM What does it mean to be 18?  I turned 18 two days ago. It wasn't as big a deal as I thought it was. Not much have changed, really. I am the same me, just a day older than yesterday. Then I asked myself, what does it mean to be 18?
To me, being 18 means that I have crossed the line that society had drawn out, one that divides a child from an adult. It means that legally, I am recognised as someone who is responsible for herself and her own actions. It means that I can now join the range of all the grown-ups.
Then again, I asked myself, do I really want to be there? In a world full of competition, violence and selfishness, how can one survive? A child has boundless imaginations, dreams and hope. We seem to have lost all that as we grow older. We become this one-dimensional beings, obsessed with making more and more money. Money cannot buy happiness, but alas, without money life can be really hard. While I cannot argue that money is not importance (in fact, I do believe that it is importance), I can't help but wonder how much is enough? I believe that money is the means but it is not the ends. Ultimately, we seek happiness. It is what makes life worthwhile. However, I notice that it is becoming more and more difficult to achieve these days. How can you be truly happy with all the burden society places on us?
Maybe I am naive to think of the world in this way, but as an inexperienced 18 year-old I think my thoughts are justified.
I can't turn the clock back to when I was younger, I can't stop myself from getting older. Even with plastic surgery or advanced medical treatment, our souls still get older every passing second. It is only natural. I wish I could stay as a child for ever, but of course I can't. So in the mean time, I'll just prod along and see what life has to offer. I shall end my rambling now.. It really is getting too long. |
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Sunday, March 6, 2011 @ 7:28 PM March is here! Time is slow for those who wait, swift for those who fear, long for those who grieve, short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity. For me now, time is swift. However, I hold no fear. Instead, I rejoice. It had been 62 days since I first arrived on the British shore. It felt so far away, but somehow so recent. The memory is still crisp in my mind. The first look out of the window of the airplane as it touched down on Heathrow runway was that of a dark night but somehow through that darkness, I saw opportunity. I thought about how lucky I am to be living my dream. Who would have believed that I would get a chance to study in England? It is now March. The days seem to be longer but the temperature still refuses to warm up. The wind is as strong as ever but then again we can see the shifting of the season, a gradual transition for cold and miserable winter into a livelier spring. At the middle of this wonderful changing of the season, I was hit by a small realisation; I'm slowly falling in love with politics. For once, I can imagine myself at university, happily studying a course that I love. Then I asked myself, "Will that become my path from now on?" An honest answer would be I'm not sure. I believe that I'm on the road to self discovery and the answer will come to me soon. I know time is running short but give me a month or so to confirm it as my real passion. Because, at the end of the day, if it is truly something I love, I won't have to struggle through it all as what I've always been doing. Signing off here! ^^ Phet xoxo
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Friday, February 18, 2011 @ 8:28 PM Voluntary works?  After school today, I took a long walk from the city centre to Oxfordshire Associate for the Blind on Abingdon Road. I wanted to become one of their volunteers for the House Visiting Programme. I was greeted by one of their staff and had a chat with the Volunteer Officer. She told me that it would be rather difficult for me to join their programme as I'm under 18. She did tell me though that she will keep my application form and will definitely ring me if there is any fund-raising event that I could be of help. Although a little disappointed, I thanked her and made my way back to the city centre to take the bus home. In front of my computer right now, I'm sifting through a list of Voluntary Organisations in Oxford which welcome volunteers under 18 years of age. I'm having a hard time deciding which one to join. I would love to be a part of an organisation which allows me to really interact with the people and not just raising money for them. I've already has a fair share of that in school as a member of 'Building Future' club where we do charity works and raise funds to build schools in less developed countries. In one way or another, I know that the things that we do are going to help these people immensely but I would really like to get to know them as well. Sometimes you are so focused on yourself that you missed out on everything that is happening around you. You forget how fortunate you are to be leading the life that you so despised. I have heard people, with a perfectly normal lives, cursing their lives so many times in a week. Do they even realise how lucky they actually are? You can sometimes be so self-centred that you do not have the time to empathise with others who would do anything to be you. It's a thought worth pondering over. |
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Wednesday, February 16, 2011 @ 7:06 PM Hydrogen peroxide experiment I just came back from school and felt totally exhausted. School ended at 5 pm today. I met Amp at the study centre and printed out my Biology homework before we headed out in the cold. It was supposed to be 2 degrees out there but somehow I think that it was much colder in the morning. That aside, we walked our way through the familiar route to Cornmarket Street where we stopped at Tesco for grocery. We are planning another 'Cooking Session' on Saturday after our badminton club. We are definitely dragging Train along this time. :) Just to refer to this entry's title for just a little bit, we had a Biology practical on the enzyme catalase today. We had to weigh 4 g of chicken liver, chopped them up into 20 tiny pieces and add hydrogen peroxide to it. Catalase, which is known for having the fastest 'turn over' rate, works incredibly fast. About 7 s is all it takes for 50 cm3 of bubbles to form and eventually overflowed the test tube. It was fascinating to watch and that was before we added iron filings, the catalyst. The reaction produced 50 cm3 of bubbles within 3 s! That was just phenomenal. Catalase breaks down 40 millions molecules of H2O2 in a second! Amazing stuff. I hope I haven't bore you to tears with all that facts but I really did enjoy our little experiment there. It's going to be 7.30 soon and that means homework time. I may be making memory cards for Chemistry today. So, as always, I have to get going! I'll write again soon! ^^ |
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Monday, February 14, 2011 @ 8:42 PM Oxford, England 
It was LAST YEAR since I had posted a blog entry. Things had changed so much since then. I've completed my O levels, left my second home in Singapore, parted with many of my beloved friends, received my O levels results and the most amazing thing of all, had secured a place to study A levels at Bellerbys College, Oxford.
Today, 14th February, which coincidentally is Valentine's day, is the day that I sat down and look back at the wonderful experiences I have had in the past months. The bit about having to leave Singapore still tingled in my mind. It was so hard to leave a place I had come to know as my home. I know that a piece of me would always stays in Singapore. The friends that I made, the opportunities that I've got, they will be imprinted in my hearts for ever.
Now moving on to the O levels results. It was really, really disappointing. I put in so much effort but eventually, the end product is not that satisfying. The part which makes me crumpled is the 5 A2s. And I wonder who else would understand? I know that I've attained 6 distinctions and I don't deny that it is quite decent. However, I felt that it wasn't enough. I was this close to achieving my dream grade and somehow I woke up in the middle of that dream. Do you know how painful that it when you plant something with so much dedication, water it every day, try so hard to see it grows and all of the sudden, it dies, sinking to the ground? Looking at my results feels like looking at a plant which is devoid of life. That aside, I've moved on. It's been a month since the release of the results and there's nothing else I can do about it. I just have to make sure I do better in A levels.
The previous paragraph was depressing huh? Now, let's come to the part filled with laughters and fun! I AM IN ENGLAND!!! WOOHOO! It's a dream come true. I've just realised that I've been out every single weekends since I arrived here~ I've been to London twice, once with O, his parents, Amp and Train. It was on Saturday the 15th of January. We visited the Big Ben, overseen the famous House of Parliament, walked along the London Bridge, soaked up the atmosphere at Tate Modern, seen the breath-taking architecture of St Paul's cathedral and ended the night with dinner at Chinatown. It was such a memorable experience.
Another trip there was more recent. It was actually last Friday. As per usual, there was only us, the three musketeers, Amp, Train and I! We jumped on the coach bound for London the minute our classes ended at 4.30. In comparison with the train, the coach took about twice as long to get from Oxford to London (about 2 hours). Seeing as we have booked tickets for Lion King the Musical at 7.30pm, we were starting to feel agitated when the clock struck 7. It was fortunate that we finally found our way to the Lyceum theater by 7.20pm. (After running like we are on the national team, of course) The musical itself was superb, extremely compelling and the musical as a whole is so powerful. The casts, the songs, the backdrops. Everything was simply amazing! 74 pounds suddenly seems reasonable. (though I wouldn't mind a cheaper ticket with the same seating area >_<
After the musical, we headed to the Youth Hostel that we've booked online. After alighting at Earl's court underground station, we were on the 'pursuit' mode for our accommodation. It was quite lovely with acceptable bed and hot shower. It was centrally located and for the price of 22 pounds, it wasn't that bad. The only thing is that, with Train with us, Amp and I had to share the bed. Train, who made a last minute decision to accompany us on our London trip, got a bed all to himself. We were starving by that time (It was midnight!) and therefore chose to eat at KFC, which is one of the places that hadn't closed yet. We went back to the hostel at 1am and by 2am, we gave in to the physical exhaustion and fell into deep sleep.
I was the first one up in the morning at 7am, all thanks to the morning sun which shone brightly into our room. It was hard to come to terms with but yes, it was actually SUNNY in London that day. We went to Westfield mall to collect the things my Mom sent to me via my Dad's friend and then walked to the nearby restaurant to have our brunch. A first glance at the menu revealed 'Fish and chips' as one of the options and so, that was what I had ordered, a decision I soon regretted. It was the WORST Fish and chips I had ever had! The fishy smell was so strong, it was so hard to swallow it. I gave up after I was done with half of it. You just have to be careful which food you choose at which restaurant. Fish and chips is definitely not the best dish there.
Afterwards, we headed to British museum and had a lovely walk through the park at Russell square. Sunny weather made the park looked all the more beautiful and something inside me stirred; right there, I fell in love with England all over again.
I think I'm rambling here. I need to get off the computer and start getting other things done. So until next time, wait for another adventure of my friends and I in this strange but delightful country of England! Bye!
xoxo, Pinkiiz Phet 14 Feb 2011 <3 div="">
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