<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15073923</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:27:08.929+07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Endless Labyrinth*</title><subtitle type='html'>Got lost? Me too. Let's go find the exit together, shall we?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600993695987302295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15073923.post-6884314386324257085</id><published>2010-10-07T01:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T01:11:22.821+07:00</updated><title type='text'>浴衣を選んで着てみましょう</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿日本の夏といえば、海か、夏祭か、花火大会を思い出すのでしょう。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;それに、夏祭といったら、何を思い出すのでしょうか。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ぱっと頭の中で浮かんできた物の中で、一つは浴衣でしょう。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;昔から着れらてきた日本の伝統的な衣装の一つ。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;時代によって人々の好みに合わせて工夫され、外国人にも人気がある。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;現在、人々の浴衣姿河少なくなっていても、まだ存在しています。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiFp_1BpFBk/TKw6NOkq26I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/T8GHUd08QzA/s1600/yukata7aw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiFp_1BpFBk/TKw6NOkq26I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/T8GHUd08QzA/s320/yukata7aw.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;あなたは浴衣(ゆかた)を着たことがありますか？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;まだ着たことがなかったら、着てみたくはありませんか？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;着てみたいと思っている方には、どんな浴衣を着れば似合うかアドバイスをあげましょう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;まずは浴衣の種類を知っておきましょう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;浴衣の種類は着る時間によって二つに分けられています。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一つは昼間で着られている種類、昼用の浴衣、｢地染まり(じそまり)｣です。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;この種類の浴衣は、濃い色の生地に、模様が白抜きで描かれています。太陽のまぶしい光の中では、目にやさしいです。それに、紺色が明るい日差しの中できれいに見えるので、紺色の生地は特に好まれています。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;もう一つは夜間で着られている種類、夜用の浴衣、｢地白(じしろ)｣です。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;この種類の浴衣は、白か淡い色合の生地に模様が描かれています。見た目で涼しく感じるし、薄い明かりの中に浮かび上がるように見えるのでもっときれいに見えます。夜祭、縁日などにはこの種類も浴衣がおすすめます。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;着る時間はどの時間かのを確認して、場合に合う浴衣を選びましょう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そして、浴衣の印象や体型別の着こなし方は色々ありますから、浴衣を選ぶ時に、自分に似合うのを選んでください。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;まず、浴衣の印象を見ましょう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;優しい印象&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;この印象は｢おとなしい｣｢落ち着いた｣感じを与えるの人におすすめです。&lt;br /&gt;もし、こんな感じの人が落ち着いた色や柄の浴衣を選んでしまうと地味になってしまいやすい、あまり派手なものを選んでも、自分の持っている印象と合わないようです。ですが、上品で明るく華やかな優しい色や柄を選べば、全体がやわらかくおしゃれの感じになります。水色などの淡い色や柔らかなグラデーションになっている浴衣がおすすめです。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;華やかな印象&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;この印象はちょっと派手目な感じや元気な感じを与える人におすすめです。&lt;br /&gt;こんな感を与える人は元々たくましい印象を持っているから、浴衣が華やかでも浴衣に負けることはありません。さらに元気で華やかな印象を作ることになります。浴衣の色や柄を鮮やかなのにした場合には、帯や小物はあまり鮮やかではないようにしてください。そうしないと浴衣全体のバランスや印象が崩れるので、気をつけてください。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;モダンな印象&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;この印象は落ち着いている印象に似ていますが、少しカリスマを入れたい人には、濃い目の色や無地の浴衣をベースにミックスするのがおすすめです。&lt;br /&gt;半襟(はんえり＝仮えり)などを使って浴衣を着物風にするときにも、このイメージにしたい場合には、無地のものや格子柄のような線になっているものを選ぶとミックスしやすくなります。また、ちょっと遊び心のあるようなモダンな雰囲気にミックスしたい場合には、少しカリスマを入れた感じの柄の浴衣に鮮やかな色や刺繍(ししゅう＝糸を使って、布地の表面に絵や模様をぬい表すこと)の入った帯を組み合わせてみるのも面白いです。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;次は体型別の着こなし方です。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自分の体型や見せたくない所を上手く隠してくれるので、自分の体型に合わせた着こなし方を覚えておくと便利です。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小さい・細いさん &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;小柄で細い人の場合は、浴衣を着てもちょっと貧弱に見えてしまったり、子どもっぽくなってしまったりすることが多いです。そうならないように、大柄な柄の浴衣を避けて、ちょっとしたくらい小柄が散らばったものや、クリーム色や淡い紫の色などの膨張色(同じ面積でも大きく見える色)を選ぶのがおすすめです。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;またどうでも背を高く見せたいという人の場合には、浴衣と帯の色を同じ色にすると少し背が高く見せることができます。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大きい・細いさん&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;背が高くて細い人は、背の高さが際立って見えてしまうのを気にしている場合が多いようですが、きりっとした印象になりやすいので、浴衣や着物を着ている時にはカリスマを出しやすいです。背の高さが気になる人はやわらかいピンクやオレンジの暖色系の色に大き目の柄が入ったものを選ぶと全体の印象がやわらかくなります。&lt;br /&gt;帯や小物に目線が行くように、淡い色の浴衣に濃い目の色の帯をミックスして着こなすのもおすすめです。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小さい・ぽっちゃりさん&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;背が高くないぽっちゃりさんは、濃い目の色や寒色系の色のものがおすすめです。&lt;br /&gt;また、浴衣のベースの色と同じ色で縦の線が入っているものなどは、すっきりとした印象になりますので、帯を選ぶ時もすっきりとした印象を壊さないように同系色や同じ色のものをミックスするのが、着こなすときのポイントになります。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大きい・ぽっちゃりさん&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;背も高くぽっちゃりした体型の人の場合、浴衣が柔らかく上品で明るく華やかな印象になりますので浴衣姿が似合う人が多いと言われています。&lt;br /&gt;少しでも細く見せようとして黒などを選ぶよりは、濃い目の青に水色の柄が入ったものや、寒色系に金色を合わせたものなどを着こなすと、浴衣の柄がはっきりして見えますのですっきりとした印象に見せることができます。&lt;br /&gt;ぽっちゃりとした人の場合には、背の高さを低く見せようとして大柄の柄を選ぶよりも、帯や小物に視線が行くようにするのがおすすめです。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;これらのコツを覚えておいて浴衣を選べば、きっとあなたに似合う浴衣を手に入れることができるはずです。浴衣は何枚も重ねて着る着物ではないので暑くない。それに、木綿でできていて洗濯も保存も簡単で、値段も手頃です。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;後は着付け方や帯の結び方を覚えて、浴衣姿を楽しみましょう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;参考文献：&lt;a href="http://www.iiyukata.com/"&gt;http://www.iiyukata.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15073923-6884314386324257085?l=bake-gitsune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/feeds/6884314386324257085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/6884314386324257085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/6884314386324257085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='浴衣を選んで着てみましょう'/><author><name>silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600993695987302295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiFp_1BpFBk/TKw6NOkq26I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/T8GHUd08QzA/s72-c/yukata7aw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15073923.post-114088507599208267</id><published>2006-02-25T23:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T23:33:41.036+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog….blog….blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I had been writing in this blog for about half year. I think it’s worth to do it. I can practice typing and my English for some time. I also have somewhere to write my feeling and my opinion even sometimes the topic was fixed. It’s good to have somewhere to express my feeling without concerning so much that anybody will criticize me because there are only few people that know my blog. Even someone else had came across my blog and criticized about it, I won’t feel any thing because I don’t know them and they don’t know me, if I don’t like their comments, I just delete it out, that’s it. It’s easier to write a work in a computer than on papers, more comfortable too. But it would be a torture to one who can’t type well. There are good and bad thing about writing in a computer and in a paper, It’s up to the person which one ones can do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My typing isn’t so good, so I have to use much time to type it in the blog. I have to sit in front of the computer for at least two hours to type for a single posting in the blog. I have to accept that I have problem with expressing my thought in letters, it’s more difficult in English so I have to use more time. Sometimes it annoyed me that it takes a long time writing it, but it also gave me a chance to relax and expressed my thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to confess that expressing my thoughts out is definently not my best talent. If anyone asked me how I feel about this or that, I can’t answer how I really felt, I can only told them what I think. It is hard to tell your felling if you hadn’t realized your feelings for a long time, which had happened to me when I’m in St. Joseph, they didn’t usually asked for your feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15073923-114088507599208267?l=bake-gitsune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/feeds/114088507599208267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2006/02/blogblogblog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/114088507599208267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/114088507599208267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2006/02/blogblogblog.html' title='Blog….blog….blog'/><author><name>silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600993695987302295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15073923.post-114036548881588955</id><published>2006-02-19T23:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:11:28.826+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I am not a very confident girl. I always shy when I have to be in front of the class or do something in front of many people. I felt awkward and uncomfortable when I’m shy. I do not like to be stared by many people, it stressed me. If I’m stressed I will get confuse and sometimes forget what to do, it made everything went worse. I afraid that I will do something wrong in front of them and they will laugh at me, I want it to be the best as I can. I’m afraid that they will hate me if I can’t do it. Though I know my friends won’t hate me because of that, but I still afraid of being in front of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends said that I’m very quiet, some said that I’m a shy girl. It’s true for sometimes. Some way, being grown up in St. Joseph with fifty girls per classroom had made me feel that nobody wanted to hear my opinion, so I talked and made relationships less and less. In St. Joseph there is not much time for practicing speaking in English in the class. It affected my speaking skills, I started to have problems with explaining something to be clear or to have a conversation, so I felt unconfident with speaking in English, even too shy to make relationship with other people. I afraid that they won’t understand me if I speak to them in English, or they will hate me or don’t like me if I said something wrong to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can deal with it better now. My friends had encouraged me to be more confident and listened to my opinion. They had cheered me up. I had learned now that I can’t escape from it forever and have to deal with it if I still want to be in a society or I could not be in the society again if I still escaping. I’m trying to deal with my shyness to be more confident than now. I talked more now, compared with when I’m in St. Joseph. I’m trying to speak more, less stress, more comfortable, livelier and more active. I will be more confident and do the best I can, try not to be stressed by being watching by other people. Even I still have problems with finding the right word to use or to connect words together in right sentences, but I’m sure I can fix it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15073923-114036548881588955?l=bake-gitsune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/feeds/114036548881588955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2006/02/shyness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/114036548881588955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/114036548881588955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2006/02/shyness.html' title='Shyness'/><author><name>silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600993695987302295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15073923.post-113920572885691890</id><published>2006-02-06T12:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T13:02:08.866+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I’m about to be eighteen this year. I had been to this school since last year when I’m in 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade. I had left my former school, Saint Joseph Convent, to here, Roong aroon (first light in the morning). I felt more relax here, happier too. This school is different from my former school. It doesn’t have big tall buildings, only small buildings here. It has many trees in the area, and a pond, a large one with fish too. Not many school will have such good environment in school like this. I like it even it means I have to take a walk to go to study in some subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15073923-113920572885691890?l=bake-gitsune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/feeds/113920572885691890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-there.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/113920572885691890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/113920572885691890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-there.html' title='Hello there!'/><author><name>silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600993695987302295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15073923.post-113853847655083164</id><published>2006-01-29T19:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T19:43:19.380+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A deadly terrible ill that comes with a lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I had read a book named “Tuesdays with Morrie”, written by Mitch Albom. He wrote from a true story of his teacher who had suffer with ALS (amyotrophic lateral sclerosis), the most serious illness of the nervous system that destroys you to death slowly, your arms and legs will be more unusable everyday you wake up, you can’t use them but it still hurts, like you were paralyzed but you still can feel the pain, and at last when it gets to lungs, you will die by lack of air because lungs stop working and you can’t breathe. I had not finished reading it yet, but this book do teach me to use everyday worthily, to be satisfied with what I have and to be happy with every day I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the case of teacher Morrie, he was in the last state of the illness and can live only two years later when he had known it, but even he knew that, he still had a hope to continue living with his family and gave advices to everybody that came to him. He didn’t moan, cry, went sad or be depressed with his illness, he just do his part of the role on this world as best as he can, teach people the meaning of the life, look at the good part of his dying and be happy with every moment that he still live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you were like him, lying waiting for death, what would you feel? For me it’s terrible. I must be very depressed and want to die if I can’t do anything by myself like him in the later time. I had heard for a long time that most people are not satisfied with what they have and do not realize the worthiness of their lives until they were close to death. I think it’s true, even I’m like that, always want new things and don’t care the old ones, do what I want to do, even I can realize sometimes that I can live without it but most of the time I was like that. From this day on, I’ll concentrate on consciousness and try to use the day as worth as I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15073923-113853847655083164?l=bake-gitsune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/feeds/113853847655083164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2006/01/deadly-terrible-ill-that-comes-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/113853847655083164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/113853847655083164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2006/01/deadly-terrible-ill-that-comes-with.html' title='A deadly terrible ill that comes with a lesson'/><author><name>silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600993695987302295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15073923.post-113799667477371022</id><published>2006-01-23T13:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T13:11:14.793+07:00</updated><title type='text'>AIDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #66ffff; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma"&gt;AIDS is an illness caused by  a virus. It went in to your body and made your immune system get weaker. When your immune system get weaker, another viruses or disease can come in and make you ill. The infected died because those illness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #66ffff; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma"&gt;It is true that there are many people with AIDS in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, but the number of the infected people barely raising now. Theministry of Health had spread the knowledge about AIDS to the citizens, so Thai citizens know more about AIDS now and know how to prevent the infection and the situation of the infected ones.Nowadays, in Thailand we have a medicine to stop the virus that made immune system get weaker and let only body repair itself from illness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #66ffff; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma"&gt;Many children are orphans because of this disease, many died, many were alive but have no future because of a disease in their body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15073923-113799667477371022?l=bake-gitsune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/feeds/113799667477371022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2006/01/aids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/113799667477371022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/113799667477371022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2006/01/aids.html' title='AIDS'/><author><name>silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600993695987302295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15073923.post-113255314914559322</id><published>2005-11-20T15:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T13:05:49.156+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Egypt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Have you ever heard about Egypt? It is a country in Africa. It is beside the Red Sea, very near to Europe. There is a part in the bible said that Moses had led the Jews across the Red Sea to escape from Egypt, from their position of slaves  which was a kind of torture. They had escaped with a miracle from heaven helping them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I had been  interested about Egypt for a long time, Almost twelve years. I can't remember when did this interesting had started, but it's almost the whole time I can remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Don't you think it's amazing that people in ancient time can build such an enormous thing like pyramids and sphinxs? in those time, they didn't have a moderm equipment to help them built a big structure like we have now, but they can build it. The diretion of pyramids points exactly to the four directions, North, South, East, West. How amazing they had built it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15073923-113255314914559322?l=bake-gitsune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/feeds/113255314914559322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2005/11/egypt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/113255314914559322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/113255314914559322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2005/11/egypt.html' title='Egypt'/><author><name>silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600993695987302295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15073923.post-113194239304236035</id><published>2005-11-15T02:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:15:21.576+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;How will I start tomorrow without you here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Whose heart will guide me when all the answers disappear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Is it too late? Are you too far gone to stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;This one's forever should never have to go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;What will I do? You know, I'm only half without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;How will I make it through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(Chorus)If only tears could bring you back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;If only love could find a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;What I would do, what I would give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;If you returned to me someday, somehow, someway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;If my tears could bring you back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'd cry you an ocean, if you'd sail on home again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Wings of emotion will carry you, I know they can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Just light will guide you and your heart will chart the course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Soon you'll be drifting into the arms of your true north.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Look in my eyes, you’ll see. A million tears have gone by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And still they're not dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I’ll hold you close and shout the words I only whispered before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;For one more chance, for one last dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;There's nothing that I would not give and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;One of songs I like is “If only tears could bring you back” by Midnight Sons from Pokemon the First Movie cassette. It was long time ago that this animation film was released but I still can remember it well. It’s such a chaos when a pokemon(pocket monster) with psycho kinesis can talk , has a thought like human and want to rule the world with the Clones of the best group of the pokemon. One of the tamer, Satoshi, had been turned to stone accidentally during the fight, that’s when this song came with the pokemons’ tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody that hadn’t seen this film had heard this song, they may think it’s from a man that his girlfriend had gone away but he still wants her back because he wouldn’t be complete without her. That could be possible, but I don’t think “she” in this song can be only a girlfriend, it can be a sister, a cousin or even a very close friend that he don’t want her to go away. It could be understand in several ways, especially if you change some words in the song, but I think the main idea is a woman who means so much to him had left, he was miserable and would take every any chance to bring her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons I chose this song to sing are it is slow enough for me to sing along with the music easily, I prefer a slow song than a fast song, it don’t need a background chorus so I can sing it by my own, the tone of the vocal’s voice is quite suitable for my voice (not too high or too low) and even it looks like a broken heart song it showed how much anyone can love someone so much like that, I think it’s great. Everyone deserves to be loved and cared about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I had chose this song, I had some another songs from the same cassette in my mind, But I have to have another person to sing with me as a background chorus if I chose them, and I think they were too complicated for me to sing, so I chose another one that I like and don’t need background chorus and is not too complicated for me to sing by myself, this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Actaullly, after I had chose this song I still have another song in my mind, "As The world falls down" by David Bowie from Labyrinth, a film that I had wrote about before. But I cut it out because I'm not sure that I can sing it well. David Bowie is a professional singer, this song has many different tones of voice, how could I sing a song of a professional rock legend in front of my class? I will sing it to myself if I'm in mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15073923-113194239304236035?l=bake-gitsune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/feeds/113194239304236035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2005/11/song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/113194239304236035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/113194239304236035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2005/11/song.html' title='A song'/><author><name>silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600993695987302295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15073923.post-113134164941024595</id><published>2005-11-07T12:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:34:09.420+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labyrinth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Have you ever heard about a film named Labyrinth? It’s a film from about sixteen years ago, a good family film, combining music, adventure, comedy and fantasy in it. It was produced by George Lucas and directed by Jim Henson, with the rock legend David Bowie and Jennifer Connelly as the co-stars in this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of this film is, there was a girl named Sarah (Connelly).She was frustrated with baby-sitting her baby step-brother on yet another weekend night and had accidentally summoned the Goblins from her favourite book, “Labyrinth”, to take away her baby step-brother, Toby. She have to follow Toby to the world of the fairy tale and rescue him before Jarrett, the wicked Goblin King (Bowie), would turn him into one of them. She have to go to the castle of the Goblin King to rescue Toby, but get there was not easy. The castle was beyond the Goblin City and was surrounded by the complex labyrinth, where nothing is as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this film, there are original songs performed by David Bowie. I love it! They are so good, especially “Underground” and “As the world falls down”. I like his voice, it was full of emotions, and he had expressed them out very well. The pictures are good too; even the special effects are not so good at time, but they had their way to make this film, it looks so real, you won’t ever think it is an old film at all. If you have a time, I think this film is a good choice to entertain you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15073923-113134164941024595?l=bake-gitsune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/feeds/113134164941024595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2005/11/labyrinth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/113134164941024595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/113134164941024595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2005/11/labyrinth.html' title='Labyrinth'/><author><name>silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600993695987302295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15073923.post-113073576930962856</id><published>2005-10-31T12:13:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T23:08:38.933+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Online game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #33ffff; font-family: arial;"&gt;Have you ever heard about an online game named Ragnarok? It’s an online role playing game created by a Korean. Its name was from the Norse’s tale, the name of the great war of the gods to defeat the wicked god named Loki. It’s very famous nowadays. I don’t know when it came in Thailand, but I first knew about it two years ago from my friend who plays this game. Some of my friends play this game and my younger sister was interested about it, so when Miw, one of&amp;nbsp;my friends that plays it asked me to join playing it, I accepted it at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff; font-family: arial;"&gt;Before I had been in Ragnarok’s world I had heard that there were many troubles caused by teenagers that play Ragnarok Online, like stealing money from parents to play this game, a fight caused by jealous that someone had flirted around his girl friend, an interchange between zeny(money in the game) and real money. I was curious. If that game was so bad, why did many people play it? Aren’t they afraid of the trouble that may happen? The answer came to me when my younger sister and I started to play this game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff; font-family: arial;"&gt;In there it was a society; a society that you can go out for an adventure alone or with your friends helping each other to defeat a monster, get some items from it and sell it to other people or a none player character in the town to get some money to buy an item that you want. It is almost like a real society. There are many places to go and take some adventure, an occupation for the character to get special skills, selling and buying, chatting, helping other people, grouping up in a team to help each other. You can play, make friends, and watch your character in the game improving itself a little by a time. There are many good people in there that were kind and generous to me, even there are some bad people in there that annoyed me, but I believe that there are a lot more good people in this game society that makes it worth to be in and keep playing. That’s why I still play it; I love to meet those kind of people and watch my character improving to be better and better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15073923-113073576930962856?l=bake-gitsune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/feeds/113073576930962856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2005/10/online-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/113073576930962856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/113073576930962856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2005/10/online-game.html' title='Online game'/><author><name>silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600993695987302295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15073923.post-113022052183434848</id><published>2005-10-25T13:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T13:08:41.840+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Religions in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;There are many religions in the world. Three that people choose most are Christ, Islam, and Buddhism. I’m Buddhist, not because I think it’s the best, but because I think that every religion has the same principle, to teach people to love and care about each other, do goodness and avoid behaving bad, so it is the same whichever I choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been in Christian school before, Saint Joseph Convent, so I know some about Christian and the bible. I think it’s okay, not bad. I studied happily there. Sometimes I’m curious why do Christians and Muslims have to fight each other, aren’t their principle the same? Why do they have to bring up wars when they can join together. I still haven’t got the answer. For now I think being a Buddhist and live peacefully is good enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15073923-113022052183434848?l=bake-gitsune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/feeds/113022052183434848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2005/10/religions-in-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/113022052183434848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/113022052183434848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2005/10/religions-in-world.html' title='Religions in the world'/><author><name>silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600993695987302295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15073923.post-112952711369120583</id><published>2005-10-16T14:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T12:31:53.696+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I’m not sure what love is, but to me it is a feeling you care about someone so much, want them to be happy and never met the sorrow, always want to see a smile on this person’s face, want to help and take care this person. That’s what I think love is, but as everyone knows, love has no definite meaning, it could be seen it many ways and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;          I know love in relations of master and pets’, friends’, sister’s, and children’s to parents, but I don’t know boyfriend and girlfriend’s. I don’t have boyfriend, I was in all-girl school since I was in first grade and had been in normal school just last year when I’m sixteen. At first term in new school I was nervous to be in the same classroom with the boys, even they were two less than girls, but I’m okay now, I don’t get on nerve when I’m with them any more. Now I think they are nice and cute, but still don’t like anyone specially.&lt;br /&gt;          I don’t have love experiences. Most experiences were from cartoon comics I had read (some event that happened in it was inspired from the reality, isn’t it?) and some were from seeing from my classmates. My love at first sight was with a cartoon character named yugi when I was in sixth grade (If that could be called love at first sight). I don’t know real love, I know only what they called “puppy love” that is unreasonable and unstable at all.&lt;br /&gt;          I don’t have a word “boyfriend” for any one, the one I have is “special friend” instead. I’m afraid of a relationship boyfriend and girlfriend, it made me feel uncomfortable, so I would rather like a friend’s relationship, or even brother and sister’s because I like to hug anybody who I felt comfortable when I had been with at the waist (I put my arms around their waist), like my family, is this called “puppy love”? Or it’s normal that I do that. I’m afraid to grow up and face the reality of the world, so I always act like an innocent child that doesn’t know any thing and always like to hug somebody for comfortable. If it’s not because I’m now seventeen I would take my teddy bear with me every where I went like it’s a baby to hug it whenever I want.&lt;br /&gt;          If I would have this “special friend” I would expect him to be taller than me, black hair, kind and nice, care about me but not too jealous, have sense of humours, understand me, a little romantic, a little shy, reliable, have time for me to have a chat, honest and told me if he has any problem, and it would be great if he would be a bit tanned (or healthy white) not so fat, and let me hug him sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15073923-112952711369120583?l=bake-gitsune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/feeds/112952711369120583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2005/10/me-and-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/112952711369120583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/112952711369120583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2005/10/me-and-love.html' title='Me and love'/><author><name>silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600993695987302295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15073923.post-112877358227429246</id><published>2005-10-09T09:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T19:17:47.826+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much overweighted</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-: EN-GB;font-family:AngsanaUPC;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m not just overweighted, I’m fat, nearly to be very fat. I’m only 155 cm tall but my weight is 69 kg, I’m supposed to be 50 kg or less. I was 75 kg when I was in M.1, but I luckily lose weight to 70 kg next year, and next year when I graduated M.3 I’m 68 kg. When I got in new school in M.4 my weight increased to 70 kg slowly, but that’s as much as it goes, I realised and tried to lose weight again, tried and tried to control my eating behaviour. The result is not bad, but either not satisfied. I’m in M.5 now and my weight is around 68-70 kg, never less than that, controlling eating behaviour was difficult more than I think.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-: EN-GB;font-family:AngsanaUPC;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-: EN-GB;font-family:AngsanaUPC;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe only control eating behaviour is not enough to lose weight; I have to do some exercise frequently to burn out the energy. I don’t like exercising much but I sometimes did some jumping and dancing around in the living room when I’m happy or impressed by something, or when I’m bored I’ll stand up and twist around or step in position. Don’t know how much that would help, but do it every time I can’t figure out what to do next or getting bored.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-: EN-GB;font-family:AngsanaUPC;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-: EN-GB;font-family:AngsanaUPC;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like eating salad, especially if it has tomatoes, some meat or egg, and delicious salad cream. I eat almost everything in a salad except rare onion, and paprika. I’d rather like eating salad at home, I don’t want other people that is not my family saw me with a salad cream on my cheek when I’m eating!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-: EN-GB;font-family:AngsanaUPC;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-: EN-GB;font-family:AngsanaUPC;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most of my classmates were thin; I’m the only girl in my class that is fat. It depressed me a little. I always told myself that I’ll be taller and would be thinner, but that don’t work any more, my height increased so slowly, now I’m the heaviest and almost the shortest girl in my class. I really want to be taller; at least 165 cm tall, I think 155 cm is too short for a girl that father is 176 cm and mother is 157 cm tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-: EN-GB;font-family:AngsanaUPC;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-: EN-GB;font-family:AngsanaUPC;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-: EN-GB"&gt;I had finished a scarf and sent it to my friend at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-: EN-GB"&gt;Latvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-: EN-GB"&gt; already, wonder if she would like it or not.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15073923-112877358227429246?l=bake-gitsune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/feeds/112877358227429246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2005/10/too-much-overweighted.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/112877358227429246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/112877358227429246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2005/10/too-much-overweighted.html' title='Too much overweighted'/><author><name>silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600993695987302295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15073923.post-112826680393328048</id><published>2005-10-03T10:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T21:57:10.840+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out to Siam with friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;My friend, Belle, asked me on a phone a month ago if I would go to cartoon fair at Siam with her(she always make a call and chat with me on a phone), the fair is on 1st Oct, yesterday. I had not seen my friends from old school, Saint Joseph Convent, since I quit from there and entered Roong-aroon in m.4 last year. I went out with her, hoped that I would met others too, but the only one that I met more is Mint. Belle and Mint, they were quite alike: high loud voice, can get along with people easily, so lively when they were with cartoons. What a lovely lively girl ! They were still like when I’m in Saint Joseph Convent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2325/1384/320/FMA2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our target is to “ F.M.A.Day Fair ” at Siam fountain yard. It is about a cartoon animation named “ F.M.A. ” or “ Full Metal Alchemist ” there are comics, VCDs, DVDs, cos-play and questionnaire competition. They played a song from an animation on speakers all the time while the fair was going on. You know what? I love it. It was so energetic, I’m nearly lose my self with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some cos-players in the fair, I was so impressed with their costumes, wigs, clothes, shoes and gloves, they almost had been the characters in F.M.A.! They must have done so much with their costumes to make them look like the characters. I don’t know how much do their costumes cost, but I think they must be quite expensive and take a lot of courage to wear it and come to the fair. I like their costumes. One day when I’m not fat I will be a cos-player too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2325/1384/1600/VIMR.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2325/1384/1600/cutie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2325/1384/320/cutie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After walking to take a look around in the fair, buy some comics and VCDs, and have lunch, we leave the fair after they had rewarded the competitors. We went to cartoon shop nearby that area that Belle was familiar with and take a look for comics, books, or another thing we want. I had found a book named “ Vampire in my Room ” and a cartoon animation VCD “ hellsing vol.7 ”, both were about vampire. Things about werewolf, vampire, or mystery things are my favourite. I bought a book and read it, it was pretty fun, I really enjoyed it. Isn't it cute?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had finished a scarf for my friend who went to Latvia already. I’m going to send it when I had finished a letter for her, hope she is fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15073923-112826680393328048?l=bake-gitsune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/feeds/112826680393328048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2005/10/out-to-siam-with-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/112826680393328048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/112826680393328048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2005/10/out-to-siam-with-friends.html' title='Out to Siam with friends'/><author><name>silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600993695987302295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15073923.post-112766132368003308</id><published>2005-09-26T10:11:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T22:54:54.526+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Postcard from Latvia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Yesterday I had recieved a postcard from my friend, Aim , who had went to Latvia with AFS student exchange program. I'm surprised , don't think that she would send a postcard to me. This postcard reminds me that she had been to Latvia for 5 weeks already. I had told her that I would knit a scarf and send it there for her, but until now that scarf is not finish yet. I had paused the knit since new term started to read at least 1 book for a week, but this postcard make me want to finish a scarf a soon as possible and send it to her. In a postcard she wrote that it is start getting colder there, so I want to send it to her as soon as I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;I had heard from my roomates and my mom that Aim was so lonely there, can't contact back to Thailand much, stuck there with no friends (this one I thought myself), don't know any one. She must be bored with that, but she is an active girl she must make new friends there easily soon. Even she was far away she still care about me, she warned me to do homeworks and don't read too much cartoon comics. What a lovely cutie she is !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15073923-112766132368003308?l=bake-gitsune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/feeds/112766132368003308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2005/09/postcard-from-latvia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/112766132368003308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15073923/posts/default/112766132368003308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bake-gitsune.blogspot.com/2005/09/postcard-from-latvia.html' title='Postcard from Latvia'/><author><name>silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600993695987302295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15073923.post-112679444857948108</id><published>2005-09-16T11:25:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:15:33.019+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2325/1384/1600/Image53.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2325/1384/320/Image5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;After 3 weeks of holiday , now a new semester had begun. I'm back to school again. I remembered that there is a holiday homework , to find out about an ancester who came from china ,and send homework when a semester begins. I sat before a computer and type it down on the night before that. Know what? none of my classmate do it! there's only me who do it. they told me it's all right , I do it ,I had know about my ancester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our beloved teacher had came back to teach us again after she was gone for a while for a maternity.Now she has to teach 2 classes , ours and a younger one's , so she has to walk around between 2 classes and has an assistant teacher in each class to help take care of students when she was with another one. We have to read1-2 books every week in this semester to learn about China and South East Asia and to improve our writing and other skills from reading. She told us to read as much as we could before hard works will come on next week. I haven't finish my first book yet , looks like I read too slow , some had began reading the second book already.I'm trying to finish the first book and the second one in this week. 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