Department of English
Faculty of Arts, Chulalongkorn University
2202441
British Fiction from the Twentieth Century to the Present
Puckpan Tipayamontri
Office: BRK 1106
Office Hours: M 1–3 (If you are off campus, via Zoom Meeting Room) and by appointment
Phone: 0 2218 1780
Diary
Throughout the semester, each
student keeps a diary to record their personal journey. This can be in
any format or on any platform you prefer—paper, wordprocessing document,
Instagram, WordPress blog, html, and with the level of privacy you like
except for occasional classcast entries where you will be given a topic
to reflect on as one of your records for the day; these should be
sharable. Here's a bare-bones template that you can download to use. Add to your
journal, scrapbook as often as you wish, and occasionally in class you
will be asked to write an additional entry in it.
Diary Links:
Fasai: Fasai's Diary
Kanidarpa: allaroundme.memo
Kulatida: Kullathida's Diary
Muthita:
Muthita's Journal
Nopparuj:
Onjira:
Onjira's Diary
Passkorn: Passkorn's Diary
Popkamol:
looking for snowball
Rattanapat:
Rattanapat's Diary
Sasisara:
mylittlejournal
Thammasil: Thammasil's Journal
Window of Selected Entries:
Thursday, April 8, 2021 Things
that make me happy today.
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Thursday, March 25, 2021 5-year-old
me’s diary |
Tuesday, February 9, 2021 Write
your ideas for utopia. - Everyone shall live peacefully (but not that kind of rest-in-peace). - No one commits corruption. |
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Tuesday, February 2, 2021 I am looking at an outdoor table set under a canopy of trees surrounded by colorful flowers and bushes. It is a damn fine Tuesday afternoon. The sky is pale blue clear. I feel lucky to be here, considering that some of my friends are confined in their own rooms in Bangkok. I feel quite pity for them and want them to get out of their room and be here with me. Maybe we can sit at that table set and have a chat. |
Tuesday, February 2, 2021 There is a window facing me, looking out to another window of my neighbour’s house. And that’s the view from all of the windows in my room: other windows. Large widows, opened windows, closed windows, curtained windows, all sorts of windows. The wind surrounding me is hot. It’s artificial. |
Tuesday, February 2, 2021 Right before me is one friend. A typical friend who you would have one in your life. The kind of friend who is not too fancy, not too plain and as well not too intriguing. But lately, I’ve just learned how this type of friend is my life essential. |
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