<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26259060</id><updated>2008-09-05T16:17:00.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between the lines</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/atom.xml'/><author><name>pruet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17510054325500399649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26259060.post-6085712053840030333</id><published>2008-09-05T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:17:00.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that simple, it's that straight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"ผู้นำพันธมิตรฯ ควรมอบตัวแก่เจ้าหน้าที่ตำรวจตามหมายศาล เพื่อให้เผชิญกับกระบวนการยุติธรรมตามปกติ ส่วนการชุมนุมประท้วงรัฐบาลยังคงดำเนินต่อไปได้ในที่อื่นที่เหมาะสมกับการ แสดงออกตามสิทธิเสรีภาพในระบอบประชาธิปไตย (ที่ไม่ใช่เพื่อยึดอำนาจรัฐ)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ทางออก นี้ต้องการความกล้าหาญและความรับผิดชอบของผู้นำพันธมิตรฯ เมื่อกล้าก่อปัญหา กล้าขัดขืน ก็สมควรกล้าเผชิญหน้ากับกฎหมายอย่างมีอารยะ ต้องทำเช่นนี้ต่างหาก การประท้วงของพันธมิตรฯ จึงจะนับเป็นอารยะขัดขืน"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"หาก ไม่ทำเช่นนี้การกระทำของพันธมิตรฯ ย่อมนับเป็นการกระทำของอันธพาลการเมืองที่วางอำนาจบาตรใหญ่อยู่เหนือกฎหมาย ถึงจะใหญ่โตแค่ไหนก็เป็นแค่กุ๊ยการเมืองระดับชาติที่น่ารังเกียจ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ในสังคมไทย แม้แต่พระมหากษัตริย์ยังอยู่ใต้กฎหมาย ผู้นำพันธมิตรฯเป็นใครยิ่งใหญ่มาจากไหนกันจึงวางอำนาจบาตรใหญ่เหนือกฎหมายได้" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.prachathai.com/05web/th/home/13485"&gt;ธงชัย วินิจจะกูล : ทางออกธรรมดาๆ ที่ตรงไปตรงมา&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/2008/09/its-that-simple-its-that-straight.html' title='It&apos;s that simple, it&apos;s that straight.'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26259060&amp;postID=6085712053840030333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/6085712053840030333'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/6085712053840030333'/><author><name>pruet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17510054325500399649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26259060.post-6043001801689298068</id><published>2008-08-27T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:30:21.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all unlucky in love sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;He Zhiwu, Cop 223:&lt;/b&gt; We're all unlucky in love sometimes. When I am, I go jogging. The body loses water when you jog, so you have none left for tears. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0109424/"&gt;Chung King Express&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/2008/08/were-all-unlucky-in-love-sometimes.html' title='We&apos;re all unlucky in love sometimes.'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26259060&amp;postID=6043001801689298068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/6043001801689298068'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/6043001801689298068'/><author><name>pruet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17510054325500399649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26259060.post-4873322103436458387</id><published>2007-12-12T12:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T13:53:12.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read me slowly, read me through</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One way to read a force yourself to read books in a regular manner is to set a rule, for example, three pages every night. DailyLit (&lt;a href="http://www.dailylit.com/"&gt;http://www.dailylit.com/&lt;/a&gt;) provides another convenient to read a book regularly by using email. You can choose a book you want to read, the frequency of email, and your destination email address. Then, DailyLit will send you the content of the book in email, chapter by chapter, to your email address with the preferred frequency. More over, you can stop the DailyLit sending, for example, when you're going to take a vacation and cannot access your email account. You can find many good free books from DailyLit or some cheap pay-per-read book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My recent reading list is "Crime and Punishment", you can see, the email frequency must be very slow. Well, Dostoyevsky is something hard to digest.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/2007/12/read-me-slowly-read-me-through.html' title='Read me slowly, read me through'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26259060&amp;postID=4873322103436458387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/4873322103436458387'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/4873322103436458387'/><author><name>pruet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17510054325500399649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26259060.post-7153157206047548469</id><published>2007-11-09T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T07:28:04.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>มีดยิ่งนัก</title><content type='html'>“ คืนนี้มืดใช่มืดสนิท&lt;br /&gt;ไฟดวงนิดยังมีแสง&lt;br /&gt;ขอเพียงลมพัดแรง&lt;br /&gt;เถ้ามอดแดงก็จะลาม&lt;br /&gt;ทุ่งนี้รกใช่รกหมด&lt;br /&gt;นั่น ข้าวสด ขึ้นแทรกหนาม&lt;br /&gt;ขอเพียงฝนจากฟ้าคราม&lt;br /&gt;ข้าวจะงามท่วมหญ้าคา! ”&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— เสกสรรค์ ประเสริฐกุล&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;via  &lt;a href="http://bact.blogspot.com/2007/11/dont-give-up.html"&gt;bact'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='มีดยิ่งนัก'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26259060&amp;postID=7153157206047548469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/7153157206047548469'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/7153157206047548469'/><author><name>pruet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17510054325500399649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26259060.post-7298261299438113581</id><published>2007-10-03T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T11:23:42.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 99th day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img style="float:top; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.inverie.com/images/bookfig03-drawing%20of%20north%20east%20facing%20(no%20roof%20-%20slight%20decay).gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Once upon a time......a king gave a feast. The most beautiful princesses were there. A soldier who was standing guard saw the king's daughter go by. She was the loveliest one, and he fell instantly in love. But what is a simple soldier next to the daughter of a king? One day he managed to see her and told her he could no longer live without her. The princess was so taken by the depth of his feeling that she said to the soldier:"If you can wait for 100 days and 100 nights under my balcony, I shall be yours." With that, the soldier went and waited one day, two days......then ten, twenty. Each evening the princess looked out and he never moved! Always there, come rain, come thunder. Birds shat on his head, bees stung him, but didn't budge. After 90 nights, he had become all dry and pale. Tears streamed from his eyes. He couldn't hold them back. He didn't even have the strength to sleep. And all that time, the princess watched him. When 99th night came......the soldier stood up, took his chair, and left.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinema Paradiso&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/2007/10/on-99th-day.html' title='On the 99th day'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26259060&amp;postID=7298261299438113581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/7298261299438113581'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/7298261299438113581'/><author><name>pruet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17510054325500399649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26259060.post-3502582582265392179</id><published>2007-09-11T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T20:41:47.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>เหตุผล</title><content type='html'>"&amp;#3648;&amp;#3614;&amp;#3619;&amp;#3634;&amp;#3632;&amp;#3621;&amp;#3621;&amp;#3636;&amp;#3621;&amp;#3648;&amp;#3611;&amp;#3655;&amp;#3609;&amp;#3612;&amp;#3641;&amp;#3657;&amp;#3627;&amp;#3597;&amp;#3636;&amp;#3591;&amp;#3607;&amp;#3637;&amp;#3656;&amp;#3607;&amp;#3635;&amp;#3651;&amp;#3627;&amp;#3657;&amp;#3648;&amp;#3586;&amp;#3634;&amp;#3629;&amp;#3618;&amp;#3634;&amp;#3585;&amp;#3617;&amp;#3637;&amp;#3594;&amp;#3637;&amp;#3623;&amp;#3636;&amp;#3605;&amp;#3607;&amp;#3637;&amp;#3656;&amp;#3626;&amp;#3640;&amp;#3586;&amp;#3626;&amp;#3591;&amp;#3610;&amp;#3649;&amp;#3621;&amp;#3632;&amp;#3607;&amp;#3635;&amp;#3605;&amp;#3633;&amp;#3623;&amp;#3651;&amp;#3627;&amp;#3657;&amp;#3617;&amp;#3637;&amp;#3588;&amp;#3656;&amp;#3634;&amp;#3588;&amp;#3623;&amp;#3619;&amp;#3588;&amp;#3641;&amp;#3656;&amp;#3627;&amp;#3621;&amp;#3656;&amp;#3629;&amp;#3609; &amp;#3592;&amp;#3609;&amp;#3618;&amp;#3629;&amp;#3617;&amp;#3621;&amp;#3632;&amp;#3607;&amp;#3636;&amp;#3657;&amp;#3591;&amp;#3648;&amp;#3619;&amp;#3639;&amp;#3656;&amp;#3629;&amp;#3591;&amp;#3619;&amp;#3634;&amp;#3623;&amp;#3648;&amp;#3627;&amp;#3621;&amp;#3623;&amp;#3652;&amp;#3627;&amp;#3621;&amp;#3651;&amp;#3609;&amp;#3629;&amp;#3604;&amp;#3637;&amp;#3605;&amp;#3652;&amp;#3623;&amp;#3657;&amp;#3648;&amp;#3610;&amp;#3639;&amp;#3657;&amp;#3629;&amp;#3591;&amp;#3627;&amp;#3621;&amp;#3633;&amp;#3591;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;&amp;#3607;&amp;#3634;&amp;#3591;&amp;#3626;&amp;#3634;&amp;#3618;&amp;#3614;&amp;#3619;&amp;#3632;&amp;#3592;&amp;#3633;&amp;#3609;&amp;#3607;&amp;#3619;&amp;#3660;&amp;#3648;&amp;#3626;&amp;#3637;&amp;#3657;&amp;#3618;&amp;#3623;&lt;/i&gt;, &amp;#3611;&amp;#3619;&amp;#3632;&amp;#3616;&amp;#3633;&amp;#3626;&amp;#3626;&amp;#3619; &amp;#3648;&amp;#3626;&amp;#3623;&amp;#3636;&amp;#3585;&amp;#3640;&amp;#3621;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='เหตุผล'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26259060&amp;postID=3502582582265392179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/3502582582265392179'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/3502582582265392179'/><author><name>pruet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17510054325500399649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26259060.post-2841120068091543128</id><published>2007-04-02T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:37:17.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye Borders at Jam Factory</title><content type='html'>Borders is going to &lt;a href="http://news.independent.co.uk/business/news/article2383916.ece"&gt;close&lt;/a&gt; all book stores in UK, including those in Australia and New Zealand. Well, it certainly includes the Borders at &lt;a href="http://www.bordersstores.com/stores/store_pg.jsp?storeID=261"&gt;Jam Factory&lt;/a&gt; in Melbourne, which is one of my favorite book store when I spent my life there. The place was my "no-place-to-go" place and where I bought most of my books, including the whole set of TAOCP. I always hope that I will revisit there when I've a chance to go to Melbourne again, but it seems to be a forever hope now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell my beloved book store, I will miss you every time I read.&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/2007/04/good-bye-borders-at-jam-factory.html' title='Good bye Borders at Jam Factory'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26259060&amp;postID=2841120068091543128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/2841120068091543128'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/2841120068091543128'/><author><name>pruet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17510054325500399649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26259060.post-279411792763232598</id><published>2007-03-24T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:15:32.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamp-post  in a snowy night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/uploaded_images/IMG_2781-773711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer;" src="http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/uploaded_images/IMG_2781-773699.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;She began to walk forward, crunch-crunch over the snow and through the wood towards the other light. In about ten minutes she reached it and found it was a lamp-post.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From C.S. Lewis' The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/2007/03/she-began-to-walk-forward-crunch-crunch.html' title='Lamp-post  in a snowy night.'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26259060&amp;postID=279411792763232598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/279411792763232598'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/279411792763232598'/><author><name>pruet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17510054325500399649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26259060.post-1470260933567340218</id><published>2007-03-01T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:45:11.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You wrote these sentences, I wrote those sentences, and finally, this is ours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amillionpenguins.com/wiki/index.php/Main_Page"&gt;http://www.amillionpenguins.com/wiki/index.php/Main_Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing a novel using Wiki</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/2007/03/you-wrote-this-sentences-i-wrote-those.html' title='You wrote these sentences, I wrote those sentences, and finally, this is ours'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26259060&amp;postID=1470260933567340218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/1470260933567340218'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/1470260933567340218'/><author><name>pruet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17510054325500399649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26259060.post-115285566826178679</id><published>2006-11-26T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:37:42.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>อย่างน้อยที่สุด - at least..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/uploaded_images/66520027-788868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/uploaded_images/66520027-784675.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;How many roads must a man walk down&lt;br /&gt;Before you call him a man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blowin%27_in_the_Wind"&gt;Blowin' in the Wind&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Dylan"&gt;Bob Dylan &lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=blowing+in+the+wind+bob+dylan&amp;search=Search"&gt;video from youtube]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with Pen-eak's works when I watched "&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/last_life_in_the_universe/"&gt;Last Life in the Universe&lt;/a&gt;". I will not express my opinion about the movie here, because this blog entry is not about the movie. When I heard that there is a book which concludes some interview with Pen-eak, and the writer is Worpoj Panpong, I deadly want to read it. So, I bought it and asked a sister of mine to ship it from Bangkok, of course, I asked her to read it also, and she likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is Pen-eak ? I believe the easiest way to answer this question is to watch his movies. Of course, I don't know him personally, but from his interview, his personality which is expressed in the book is very similar with his movie. I didn't say that he's perfect or his movies are perfect. There's many down-side of his life and also some holes in his movies. But, well, as we know, human are imperfect. The different between human and computer is our imperfection. The different between real life and story in movie is also the imperfection of our life. His life is also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, he accepts his imperfection and lives with it peacefully. Sometime, we know that we've problem or short coming in our life, but we just don't accept it. We should not seek for a perfect life; instead, we should seek a way to live with our life, even it's imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a long journey and it's shorter than we thought. When you found an imperfection in your life, sometime, fix it, sometime, accept it and live with it.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/2006/07/at-least.html' title='อย่างน้อยที่สุด - at least..'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26259060&amp;postID=115285566826178679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/115285566826178679'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/115285566826178679'/><author><name>pruet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17510054325500399649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26259060.post-115722920000097033</id><published>2006-09-02T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T13:33:20.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/arts/main.jhtml?xml=/arts/2006/08/20/svhornby20.xml"&gt;How to read&lt;/a&gt; by Nick Hornby</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/2006/09/how-to-read.html' title='How to read'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26259060&amp;postID=115722920000097033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/115722920000097033'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/115722920000097033'/><author><name>pruet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17510054325500399649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26259060.post-115087950144967782</id><published>2006-06-21T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T01:53:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopgirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0786885688.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; float: left; width: 199px; height: 268px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0786885688.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, no ... don't," she corrects him: "it's pain that changes our lives".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last rhyme of the song "&lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Goo%20Goo%20Dolls%20Lyrics/Iris%20Lyrics.html"&gt;Iris&lt;/a&gt;" is still floating in the air when I finish this &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0786885688?v=glance"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Martin"&gt;Steve Martin&lt;/a&gt;. Some words from the book still stay afloat in my head. When the love triangle happens, the question of choosing and be chosen will be arise. Of course, at least one of the parties will not be so happy of the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Martin, acclaimed actor and writer, told us the story of three people, who spin around each other by some unspeakable words, or the words that should be spoken but not. The central of this story is a girl, Mirabelle, whose life is so unfounded. With some brief flashback, the writer told us how she was betrayed by her own father, and how she became a "shopgril" at a glove counter, "selling things that nobody buys anymore...". Undoubtably, that is how she looks at herself, especially when the story is moving toward the ending. The second party, Ray Porter, is a rich man who try to seek a good love, with a lots of definition and restriction. The final party, Jeremy, tells us that, before you can find a true love, you have to accept yourself truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By describing itself as "a novella", the book tells the story of the three party with "&lt;span class="querybold"&gt;&lt;span class="artcopy"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.britannica.com/eb/article-9056382"&gt;realistic and satiric in tone&lt;/a&gt;"[1]. Steve martin doesn't hasitate to contribute a couple pages to detailed a daily life of Mirabelle, and uses only one short paragraph to describe the relationship between Marabelle and Ray in a six months period, and how the relationship was getting worse. The pace of the book is, I guess, control by the emotion of the characters, not by any absolution time frame, so sometime, the book goes very slow, so we can absorb the sadness, loneliness, or  depressed of a character. On the other hand, the book can go very fast when nothing is important enough to be written down there. The author may allow the readers to use their mind to illustrated the live of each character by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, shopgirl is well written and very tasteful. Also, the story is told wisely, and the author doesn't look down the reader by telling every detail excessively. I were very delighted while reading the book. Finally, I agree that it is not happiness but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"pain that changes our lives".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="querybold"&gt;&lt;span class="artcopy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] http://faylicity.com/book/book1/shop.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/2006/06/shopgirl.html' title='Shopgirl'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26259060&amp;postID=115087950144967782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/115087950144967782'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/115087950144967782'/><author><name>pruet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17510054325500399649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26259060.post-114610732057366467</id><published>2006-04-26T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:20:09.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>border</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.onopen.com/2006/editor-spaces/510"&gt;ปีนป่ายกำแพงกั้นมนุษย์หนุ่มสาว: ตุล อพาร์ตเมนต์คุณป้า&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.onopen.com/"&gt;onopen&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/2006/04/border.html' title='border'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26259060&amp;postID=114610732057366467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/114610732057366467'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/114610732057366467'/><author><name>pruet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17510054325500399649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26259060.post-114602659603857717</id><published>2006-04-25T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:55:59.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://servercc.oakton.edu/%7Ewittman/mills/donq.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://servercc.oakton.edu/%7Ewittman/mills/donq.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tales are more than true -&lt;br /&gt;not because they tell us dragons exist,&lt;br /&gt;but because they tell us dragons can be beaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. K. Chesterto&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fairy_tale"&gt;wikipedia://Fairy_tale&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/2006/04/fairy-tales.html' title='Fairy tales'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26259060&amp;postID=114602659603857717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/114602659603857717'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/114602659603857717'/><author><name>pruet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17510054325500399649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26259060.post-114522148143218968</id><published>2006-04-16T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T11:15:16.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tragic side of the Pooh</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 388px; height: 518px;" src="http://project-ile.net/lulu/images/pooh_robin_bridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may wonder why I give the title like this, but  you know, &lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/53/129652330_ea58fd15fb_o.jpg"&gt;Winnie-the-pooh&lt;/a&gt; has a sad ending, kind of. If you read both of the Pooh books, Winnie-the-Pooh and The House At Pooh Corner, you'd know the ending of the second book, I copy part of it here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Then, suddenly again, Christopher Robin, who was still looking at the world, with his chin in his hands, called out, "Pooh!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?" said Pooh.&lt;br /&gt;"When I'm --- when --- Pooh!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Christopher Robin?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not going to do Nothing any more."&lt;br /&gt;"Never again?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, not much. They won't let you."&lt;br /&gt;Pooh waited for him to go on, but he was silent again.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Christopher Robin?" said Pooh helpfully.&lt;br /&gt;"Pooh, when I'm --- you know --- when I'm not doing Nothing, will you be here sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;"Just me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Pooh."&lt;br /&gt;"Will you be here too?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Pooh, I will be, really. I promise I will be, Pooh."&lt;br /&gt;"That's good," said Pooh.&lt;br /&gt;"Pooh, promise you won't forget about me, ever. Not even when I'm a hundred."&lt;br /&gt;Pooh thought for a little.&lt;br /&gt;"How old shall I be then?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ninety-nine."&lt;br /&gt;Pooh nodded.&lt;br /&gt;"I promise," he said.&lt;br /&gt;Still with his eyes on the world Christopher Robin put out a hand and felt for Pooh's paw. "Pooh," said Christopher Robin earnesstly, "if I --- if I'm not quite ---" he stopped and tried again --- "Pooh, whatever happens, you will understand, won't you?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;You may wonder why this is sad. When Christopher Robin said "doing Nothing" (capital N), it has a special meaning, it means the time when Christopher Robin just hang around with Pooh and friends in the Hundred Acre Wood. So, from the ending, Christopher Robin told Pooh that he cannot "doing Nothing" anymore, maybe because he is growing up or he has to go to school, it means that he cannot come and spend time with Pooh and friends as frequent as before. For me, it's a kind of good bye message, like the story of Puff the Magic Dragon or Jessie, the Yodeling Cowgirl  in Toy Story II. When children grow up, their toys, their memory are left behind. That's sad, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it can be interpreted as a promise between friend and friend, that's whatever happen, they will still be friend and will understand each other, that's what friend are for, right?</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/2006/04/tragic-side-of-pooh.html' title='A tragic side of the Pooh'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26259060&amp;postID=114522148143218968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-ile.net/lulu/books/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/114522148143218968'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26259060/posts/default/114522148143218968'/><author><name>pruet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17510054325500399649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>