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VOL.9 ISSUE.2 JANUARY 2017 (2nd SEMESTER 2016) Special edition






Remembering
Remembering


Thailand's beloved King Bhumibol
Thailand's beloved King Bhumibol






























































THE ENGLISH PROGRAM FOR TALENTED STUDENTS

PATUMWAN DEMONSTRATION SCHOOL

SRINAKHARINWIROT UNIVERSITY

www.epts.satitpatumwan.ac.th

Long Live His Majesty


King Maha Vajiralongkorn


Bodindradebayavarangkun












The English Program for Talented Students,
Patumwan Demonstration School

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VOL.9 ISSUE.2 JANUARY 2017
(2nd SEMESTER 2016)


3 COVER STORY : 05:12 - 21:17
7 TELL ME MORE : BLESSING FROM HEAVEN
8 CREATIVE WRITING : MIRACLE
11 GEAR & GADGETS : THE ROYAL PROJECTS
13 BOOK GEEK : STILL ON MY MIND
14 CREATIVE DRAWING








GAZETTE CREW
EDITORS
NATJANAN MONGKOLSUPAWAN (UNIF-M.6/511)
CHANAICHON SMITTHILEELA (POR-M.5/350)
PORNPITCHA CHEVASATH (PIM-M.5/350)
GRAPHIC AND ART
AJARN TANAPA ROTKOET
PHOTOGRAHER
CHANAICHON SMITTHILEELA (POR-M.5/350)
WRITER
NAMES ARE ON THE COLUMNS

COVER PAGE PHOTO BY:
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2017
CHANAICHON SMITTHILEELA (POR-M.5/350)

ADVISOR
AJARN TANAPA ROTKOET
Happy New Year 2017 and welcome to the special issue of EPTS
AJARN WIPADA SUTTHIROJ
Gazette, the memmorial of Thailand's beloved King Bhumibol .
As we still remember that the most shocking news, that no one
did not want to hear, was officially announced - our Greatest King
Bhumibol had passed away at 15.52 on Thursday 13th of October
2016 at the age of 88 years old, after 70 years on the thron. It
was the biggest loss and sorrow for Thai people and the tears still
SPECIAL THANKS TO overcome Thai's hearts, Thai people are still be in grief.
ASST. PROFESSOR CHAISAK LEELAJARASKUL
We greatly appreciate the entire miracle Your Majesty has created
ASST. PROFESSOR DUANGCHAI CHONGTHANAKORN
for us for seventy years. All the royal projects brought the great
AJARN PRAPARAT THITISUPAKARN
beneficial for Thais especially the people in undeveloped area.
AJARN AMORNPAN RUNGSRITIENCHAI
Therefore, we and our Gazette Magazine who were born in the
reign of King Bhumipol Adulyadej, want to express our feeling
PROOFREADING THANKS TO and show respect and love that we have to our beloved King
Bhumipol.
AJARN GORDON EDWARD MCEVOY
AJARN YEVIGINI GORSHENIN
In loving memory H.M. King Bhumipol Adulyadej and his legacy
AJARN EDUARD WILLEM VAN WALCHREN
will always in our hearts.
AJARN AARON NEUGEBOREN
AJARN WIPADA SUTTHIROJ
- Gazette’s crew. -


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STORY & PICTURES BY>> CHANAICHON SMITTHILEELA (POR-M.5/350)




































05:12- 21:17










"Rain pouring down Monks people coming to pay their respects. He
Tears running off. One of the most outstanding identities of our offered the King’s photograph to people who
did not have.
country is Buddhism. Other than the mass of
Only one last visit people wearing black, the monks also played
their roles in Sanam Luang. They came out The trumpet sound from Wiset Chaisri
to His Majesty. to receive food from people, in Thai called Gate
Bindabart. It was a kind of endowment for
I went for some survey in front of the Wiset
Today nothing the Buddhists. Most people did that at Sanam Chaisri Gate, where people would flock
Luang, predominantly, to present as an act of
into the Grand Palace to pay their respects,
can stop me" charity to the late King. On the other side, I and saw a group of people sitting on the
saw a monk walking around the queue of
footpath. I wondered what were they doing
05:12
The clock on my phone showed the
number 05:12 when I was reaching
Sanam Luang, the place of performing
royal ceremonies, in a few hundred
meters. Sparse people were going to
the same destination. As I arrived to the
place, I was amazed by the amount of
Thai people waiting in line to pay their
respects to the body of the late King
Bhumibol Adulyadej, who was called the
father of nation. Soon, the sun lighted
the sky up with its orange rays. A big
group of road cleaners started their
work; they were working in harmony
and smiling at the camera affably. It was
a small impressive scene in the grieving
atmosphere.
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to him but before I opened my
mouth, he started the conversation.
Proudly, he said “This is the rarest
photograph in Thailand, His Majesty
the King working as a village scout
in plainclothes”.

Foreigners, apples, and black
ribbon
Not only the Thais from 77
provinces around the country, but
a few foreigners came to pay their
respects too. In front of the Sri
Soonthorn Gate, the exit for people
who went to pay their respects in
the Grand Palace, a Western man,
his Asian friend and his daughter
were walking with a basket of
apples in their hands, smiling. They
gave out their apples to the Thais.
At the same time, I noticed that
here because the line of people entering the The rarest photograph in Thailand most of the foreigners put black
Grand Palace was in Sanam Luang. I took not In the crowd moving across the road, I ribbons on their shirts, although they didn’t
so long to find out the answer. Everybody saw a village scout man holding up a King wear black clothing. This might be the best
around the place sat on the ground suddenly Bhumibol’s photograph. I was about to talk thing they could have done. I would like to
with their legs tucked back to one side when sincerely say thank you to them.
the trumpet sound came out from the
Wiset Chaisri Gate. At the same time, a
procession of royal cars drove passed me
into the Grand Palace. At that second, it
seemed like sorrow fainted for a while as
the Thais were crying out “long live the
princess”. The picture of Princess Maha
Chakri Sirindhorn smiling and waving at
us is still vivid in my memory until now.

The Mien
It was late in the morning but the rivers of
Thais yet had not declined, composing of
people at almost every age ranging from
primary school students to grandmothers
in wheelchairs. One of the most eye-
catching visitors seemed to be the Mien,
a major hill tribe in Thailand, from
Kamphaeng Phet province. They were
dressed in their traditional clothes, and
with King Bhumibol’s photographs in their
hands; they walked through the gate with
immense intention.




Students
“Is that a student from our school?”, one of my
friends who were with me spoke out. I swiftly
turned and looked. There stood a girl, with her
family I guessed, who wore Satit Pathumwan
uniform. I was not really astounded since I did
meet a boy from our school before, in that
morning. The government declared that the
students coming to pay their respects should
wear their uniform, that is why it was so easy
to spot anyone I might know. I ran to the girl
and introduced myself. “We were here since


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four in the morning,” the girl’s mother told
me. “I wanted to come myself, and my parents
were willing to take me here too, so our
family all came together,” the girl explained.
Unfortunately, she could not stay so long
because she would be having a tutoring class
soon.
Wail
In front of the Sri Soonthorn Gate, the people
who had paid their respects walked out one
after another, some mourning, some wailing.
A grandma in a wheelchair weeped as if she
would lose her breath until the boy scouts
came to take care of her. I walked to another
grandma and asked her how was it inside;
she sobbed and answered “The atmosphere
was heartbreaking. I could not stand it that
finally I cried.” She also stated that she was
71 years old. Her house was in Bangkok and
she was here since 2 o’clock in the morning.
Everyday since the King’s death, she came
to Sanam Luang as she reminisced about
the King. “Although it was tiring, I could gain
my strength back after taking a break. For
His Majesty the King, it is just a little thing.”
Grandma’s younger brother joshed “My sister
is still energetic”. Before I said goodbye to
grandma, she told me “The guards said they
would close at 9 PM. I wanted to wait for my
children from the other provinces and go in
again together, it would be in time.”

White flowers and jasmine garlands
Because the queue for paying respects in the
Grand Palace was rather long, many people
did not go inside. Instead, they payed their

“Although it was tiring, I could
gain my strength back after
taking a break. For His Majesty
the King, it is just a little thing.”



respect outside. Hundreds of white flowers
and jasmine garlands were ubiquitous. Few
hundreds lying in front of the late King’s
pictures in around Sanam Luang, another
few hundreds rested beside the Grand
Palace’s walls.

Live Broadcast
Even though the sun was gone and the
darkness took over the sky, the amount of
Thais didn’t drop. However, the queue of
people remained outside during the royal
funeral ceremony. During that time, I saw
a woman wai, put her hands together as
to show respect in Thai way, facing to the
Grand Palace with her phone on her knees. I
thought she was chatting with her friends or
doing something; but no, she was watching
live broadcast of the royal ceremony and
were praying for the late King as if she was
also in front of the late King’s body.

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“His Majesty the King had the true virtue. I did this for my
beloved King and the rain would not be able to break my
motive.”

























Downpouring rain cannot cease
Lightning flashed in the clouds repeatedly
until the rain down poured around 8 PM.
Everyone was rushing into the nearby tents.
I was soaked and had to lay my camera down
at the bottom of my rucksack. When the rain
became lighter 30 minutes later, I walked
back to Sanam Luang. The road cleaners
were draining the flooding rainwater from
the road so people were able to walk while
the raincoats were handed out. The queue of
the Thais waiting to enter the Grand Palace
didn’t shrink. They would have to wait until
tomorrow. I decided to go back home because
I could feel that I would be catching a cold
soon.

21:17
Before I returned home, I stopped and talked
to a middle-aged woman, who was with her
son and daughter. “I’m from Krabi province.
This is my first day and it has been 12 hours
of waiting.” The place I met her was not even
close to the front of the queue. It would











definitely be the next day when she got to enter the Grand Palace. I asked her if she was tired
and the answer I received with her beaming face was, “His Majesty the King had the true virtue.
I did this for my beloved King and the rain would not be able to break my motive.” I took some
pictures of her family, and finally walked to the bus stop. I thought “I was here since 05:12. Now
it is 21:17, it’s the time for me to go back home, father.”

In fact, King Bhumibol did not leave us behind, instead, he lives in his people’s hearts forever.





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BY > GAZETTE CREW
Blessing


from heaven




The King Bhumipol Adulyadej personally designed and
presented to Thais as a New Year's gift from 1987-2016 (except
2005). The first 18 cards from 1987-2004 are in black and white
and convey meaningful words and best wishes rendered by the late
King. Some of them also come with easy drawings that go well with
his messages. However, this year will not be the same as we will
no longer receive a New Year greeting card from our beloved King
Bhumibol. Therefore, we will take you back to appreciate the 5 years
of New Year's greeting card from our beloved King Bhumibol. This
should inspire many who to want to learn more about the valuable
cards we received from King Rama IX .
Thank you for www.kanchanapisek.or.th for all King
Bhumibol New Year greeting card which available for freedown load.
2016


































2015 2013

2014 2012






















7 Download more royal card at http://kanchanapisek.or.th/kp4/book344/card.htm

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BY > PROUDRAWEE MANCHUSREE (PROUD - 4/330)
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Miracle
Miracle
















“No!” when I insisted that I could manage myself it. The only thing that kept me going was my
It was so dark. So much dark that I couldn't and my younger sister just fine. Fed up with little sister as she was my sole support and I
even see my own hands. It was just simply too the news, I went out to the wooden patio would do anything for her. Anything.
dark as I was falling into this abysmal pool. outside where my sister was playing with her
Deeper and deeper... battered old doll. The rain season came. It never had
‘Am I dying?’ Was the only rational thought I “What do you want to play today, a nice ring to it as it was the season we lost so
could muster with this dysfunctional brain of Rani? Wanna play family? I’ll be mom and, many things. Our crops, home, pets or even
mine at this moment. But how much of that and you can be my daughter!” She was smiling lives were all gone. Each year the flash flood
was true? Everything seemed to be an illusion, innocently, showing no care for the world. got even worse and we couldn't do anything
including my own still chest. Something was I would love to see that face forever but the about it. My village was just poor farmers
missing. What was the thing that I should be reality hung too heavily for me to ignore its trying to earn money to live for another
thinking again? crushing weight. I sat there, smiling sadly at day. We were at the bottom of society so
“No!” her, asking if I could join in. why should anybody care? I had long since
This time it was another voice, accepted that cruel fact together with how
desperate as if she were being eaten inside the world actually worked.
out. I tried to register it, but failed miserably Ever since I could remember, there Today I made and collected as much
as I was slipping away from the world. The was a single person in a picture I saw in dried food as possible since flash floods were
last thing I could remember clearly before I every house, even in this poor village that we so unpredictable. I could only hope that this
lost my conscious was a face of a woman. She couldn’t afford any decorations. Our houses year our house would survive the ferocious
wasn’t just any woman but the one that had made from woods withered from generations waves of flood that was coming. As I returned
tears of joy plastered on her face when she after generations. But, there was always an to the main room, my eyes landed on an old
kept me safe and drifted off with the gushing untouched picture, standing out from old age picture frame. It started to collect dust, unlike
water. and shabbiness. A single picture that I listened what it would have looked like a few years
to with all the stories my parents could offer before when it wasn't neglected. As much as
me about him. Those were not unlike myths to I wanted to remove it, I couldn't find my body
“--next, Aldo the Knowledgeable me now that I looked back in the past, when I complying with my thoughts. Somewhere
had again visited a rural village where there was still a young hopeful boy. Even now I could inside me I couldn't throw away the thing that
were serious problems concerning flooding. still hear the praising and worshipping voices was regularly cleaned and polished, revered
He succeeded in fixing and helping the of the elders every time my gaze landed on and respected by my mother. Maybe deeper
village--” that person and thought bitterly sometimes. than that, my subconscious still believed in
“Sigo! I was listening to it! Now we don’t know If the greatness of his were true, if he were him...
how Aldo the Knowledgeable is doing…” Our really knowledgeable then where was he?
caretaker sighed dramatically at my action, Where was he on that day? Where was he
continuing to weave the garment. She was now? I had long since abandoned all the false
our neighbor who often looked after us even hope that everyone seemed to be hanging on Continued next >>

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Soon enough, the first rain came. I anything. After all this time, after all these little sister! She got caught in the flood just a
listened to the sound of droplets attacking our years I swore that I would be a good brother while ago. You have to help her, Mr. Soldier.
near broken roof during the dead silent night. and protect my sister at all cost. Now my sister She can't be far from here!" My voice was
From the look of it, the flash flood would was going to die. It was all my fault... hoarse and hysterical, unable to hold myself
surely come tomorrow. Sleepily, I tried to get Somebody please help her! together anymore.
up. Next to me was my sister and she was Anyone... just keep her safe... "We will. Don't worry." The same
still sleeping peacefully despite the deafening . soldier reassured me curtly, seeming to have
sound of the rain. A smile crept up almost . something else on his mind. Others just looked
automatically even though the threat was Aldo the Knowledgeable... at me with pity clearly expressed in their eyes.
right before us. I determined to stay awake I found my subconscious pleading They looked as though we wouldn't have
long enough to watch the water come but for his help from the bottom of my heart. much luck in finding my sister and it was likely
soon I began to drift off. Even after I had lost all the faith in him, some that she was dead already.
part deep inside me had always loved and I felt enraged at their attitude. But
respected him. Since I was a kid, the stories I was also consumed by sorrow, not much
In my dream, I saw a girl instead of the usual my mother often told me would make me different from earlier when I had thought
woman I often dreamed of. She was getting up even more impressed and love him for what there was no hope. These emotions tore me
on her tiny feet and left me with an innocent he had done for the greater good, for every apart. They broke me, hit me and tortured me
smile on her face. one of us. Hell, I even wished I could be like with their hideous whip called truth. I stared
him someday. blankly outside the helicopter as it descended
A ray of sunlight hit my eyes, almost You haven't neglected us right? slowly to the safe landing ground. Something
in a painful way. It was daybreak already with Even though we are just poor, insignificant caught my eyes and instantly my throat was
the faint noises of birds and insects enjoying farmers... hitched with disbelief and joy.
themselves for the lack of rain. The downpour A loud noise broke me away from my "Your Grace!"
must have stopped for a while now and I was state of grief, deafening my ears. Through the The sound of the helicopter
glad that it didn't last long. However, the layers of tears, I could barely make out a dark overpowered everything else that was
peaceful moment stayed that way only for a silhouette of a helicopter flying over my head. strangely silent. My eyes trailed along the
few seconds as the sound of water made my The ladder was dropped right beside me but figure that was getting bigger and bigger,
eyes snap open instantly. Sure it was a huge it went unregistered in my still traumatized fighting his way through the muddy water
downpour but this was way too fast for a flash mind. Then, I heard someone shout at me to get something. He was moving fast just in
flood to come. with an authority behind his voice. time to scoop someone too small to see from
Panicked, I ran to look outside "What are you doing?! Just get up the distance I didn't want to get my hopes up
through the window behind our makeshift here already!" Seeing that I made no move, high but I couldn't help secretly thinking that
bed. Gushing muddy color water was rushing the soldier swiftly and easily scooped my it got to be my sister.
past our and the neighbors' corn fields and small, undernourished body and climbed up "Roscha!"
farms, destroying our yet to be harvested to the helicopter. I was surrounded by the I didn't know how far my voice
crops. It was then that I realized something medical team, soldiers and other officers that would go with this throat of mine, but I
and sharply turned back, hoping to find were looking anxiously at the rushing water shouted anyway. The two on the ground
something other than the empty mattress while we flew in the direction of the flood. seemed to have heard me as the girl shouted
lying on the floor. Not a second later, I heard "Mr. Soldier! You have to help my back as well.
a loud crack that sent its impact through Continued next >>
the wooden floor. I felt, rather than heard,
something huge break away from the main
house. My legs carried the body on their own,
picture from > http://www.
running faster than I could imagine myself planningforhazards.com/files/
ever doing. A scream full of terror could be image132.jpeg
heard right after the impact and I arrived just
in time to see her body falling along with the
structure.
Everything happened in a slow
motion. I saw my hand desperately surging
after her, even though I knew it was futile.
She was falling, falling along with the patio
that couldn't withstand the rushing waves
of water. The empty air in my hand then
filled with water coming from my own damp
sockets. I was again that same boy who
couldn't do anything. The same boy who was
useless. The same boy who couldn't protect
those who were precious to him.
All I could do was stand still, tears
flowing constantly. That fearful gaze of my
sister that was directed at me, pleading me
to help her would haunt me forever. I was
so useless and it broke my heart just to look
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"Sigo!" The voice was faint, barely
audible.
But that was enough for me.
At the landing ground, the person
who had saved my sister gently placed her on
the floor. Before she could run to me with her
injured body, I quickly sprinted and hugged
her with all the worries leaving me. At that
moment nothing seemed to matter anymore.
It was just me and my sister in the whole
world until a firm voice broke me away from
my reverie.
"Mr. Tengo have you minimized the
damage of the flood?"
"Yes, Your Grace. We have already
informed the citizens in the flooding route
to evacuate until further notice." An officer
replied while passing a map with complicated
markings and symbols. The man who had
been addressed as 'Your Grace' took it and
observed it carefully.
"We could apply Vetiver grass
around here to improve the soil condition
and yielding. Ms. Gonri, if you please take
care of this matter. The villagers will also
need to learn how to conserve their forest
and properly take care of the environment to
reduce the severity of flash flood." He ordered
professionally, then proceeded to distribute
tasks to the other officers. No wonder that he
was called Aldo the Knowledgeable...
"Hey Aldo!" After all these years of
suffering, of fearing to lose someone precious
to you, I would finally be able to ask that
question.
"Why hadn’t you done anything Many years later, dreadful news arrived. Aldo the Knowledgeable had left us after so
until now?! Why had you let us suffer for so many years of helping citizens and working towards a sustainable future. Many mourned and
long?!" cried for him but I did not. He was still with us in one way or another. His legacy, his teaching and
He paused midway through his his efforts made me able to have today. The future was still laid in front of us and it was up to us
planning as my shout was heard. His calm how we would choose our paths. I believed in him and his teaching after all he had done for us
demeanor never wavered for a second but and other people as well. Maybe somewhere up above, he would be smiling if he knew his people
I could catch the tiniest bit of his expression were doing well and lived a sustainable life...
that was overcome with a tinge of guilt.
Slowly, Aldo walked towards me and my sister
that was still in my arms, kneeling until we August 19, 1946
were at the same level. “There were so many people at Ratchadamnoen Road. So close that I was
"I'm sorry I couldn't get here afraid that our car would run over their feet. When we got to Benjamabopit
sooner." He started. "I knew you had to suffer
a lot. But don't worry. Everything will be Temple, the car sped up a bit and I heard someone shout, “Don’t abandon
better from now on. We will fix the problem your people”. At that moment I wanted to shout back that if people don’t
and there will be no flash floods anymore." He ‘abandon’ me then how can I ‘abandon’ them? But the car drove too fast and
offered me a smile, a sincere one. Being able it was already too far away.”
to see him up close and after what he had King Bhumibol Adulyadej in ‘When I left Siam for Switzerland’
done today made me momentarily forget the
grudge I once held against him. Suddenly, I The moment during the journey to Don Muang Airport, departing to study in
realized once again why everyone worshipped Switzerland
and praised him as if he were a god.
"I'll have to go now. There are still
a lot of people out there needing our help."
With that he stood up and headed back to the
helicopter. Before I could recover from the
earlier realization, he spoke a few last words Picture from >> tvpoolonline.com/content/277870
to me.
"Take a good care of your little
sister."
I took those words heartily as I
never forgot what had happened on that day.
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The Royal Projects



Picture from > www.facebook.com/napan.sevikul
BY> PHANNAWICH POOLSAWAT (KARTOON-/342) NIRUTTI CHARUPAISANKIT (TIME -3/342),
SETTANAN PLANGSIRI (BOOK -3/341), JIRAPAT URUNANON (GUN - 3/342)







King Bhumibol Adulyadej was more than the king for Thai people.
He dedicated his body and spirit to improved our quality of life so
that we can live peacefully in our home. All his various duties were
done for nothing but the benefit of Thai people to live in plenty.
He is genius in many sides, including his ability to invented and
created things to treated Thai's distress. Now, let's check them out!









Low speed surface Aerator


Name in patented in the name of the King Bhumibol Adulyadej is
"Chaipattana Low Speed Surface Aerator, Model RX-2". Sewage issues
happen coupled with the growth of the community. "Chaipattana
Aerator" qualified to fill oxygen or air into the water. It can be used
to improve the quality of water with versatile, easy to install, and
relocated. It is the ideal for use in public water sources and natural
sources such as ponds, swamps, marshes, creeks, canals, etc.


Picture > image.dek-d.
com/26/2326721/112832533








Biodiesel Fuel

King Bhumibol Adulyadej has patented the use of biodiesel to
start engines in 2001. Biodiesel that His Majesty the King used
has lots of advantages when compared to ordinary diesel fuel
including better efficiency, better smell and less greenhouse
gases being produced. It also has no compromise with the use
of diesel like the unchanged acceleration time.
Picture > www.eppo.
go.th/royal/images/
ด�ำริ20070320-82.jpg
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Artificial Rain


One of the most well known invention of King Bhumibol
Adulyadej is artificial rain. Thailand has quite a lot of drought
throughout the area making agricultural life more difficult. His
Majesty the King has founded the way to control the weather
using chemicals. The result is an accurate control of where and
when the rain is going to be. Although it is named artificial rain,
the rain that is produced is quite authentic. The technique is not
only in Thailand but it is also used in other area of the world.
King Bhumibol Adulyadej has invented lots of beneficial items.
Thailand recognises February 2 as Inventors' Day each year and
nicknamed His Majesty the King, Father of Thai Inventions.







Picture > www.matichon.co.th/online/2015/12/14492195901449220162l.jpg







Pasak Dam


Bangkok used to have flood and drought, Pasak Dam
help to restore the water for the usage of the people in
Bangkok. The reservoir was in Pasak River and Nakhon
Nayok River. Pasak Dam is one if the Projects initalted by
His Majesty King Bhumibol Adulyadej.


Picture > www.innnews.co.th/images/
news/2015/6/657430-03.jpg










Trick the Soil:Royal Project

Soil acidity had been a big problem for Narathiwat. The soil
became acid after the flood dried out. King Bhumibol who has
visited Narathiwat very often decided to fix the acid soil. The
first way is to use the water to wash away the soil, then, plant
the tree using a nitrogen-phosphorus fertiliser. The second
way is to mix marl soil with the top layer of the soil.


Picture > www. rdpb.go.th/RDPB/Upload/
picture/p8.jpg



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BOOK GEEK \
BY>SUTHIMA ROJVIRASINGH (MIM - M.4/331 )


























STILL ON MY MIND












story of the King’s childhood, the reason why he things about King Bhumibol Adulyadej. Its content
decided to accept the throne with bravery and ranges from stories about the King’s dog to stories
the story of when he first met Queen Sirikit. Also, about his achievements. It’s filled with impressive
it talks about his car accident in Switzerland and illustrations both in color and greyscale and
about his traditional royal wedding ceremony. numerous cartoon characters that are internet-
These events, according to the author, are all famous. This book also contains the photographs
important parts of our late King’s life. The author, of the King’s greeting cards which are very precious
who had chosen to be referred to as as they’re the blessing in Thai people’s lives. I
ธุลีพระบำท, said that this guarantee that this book about the King is a real
book would bring its readers great one that wouldn’t fail
happiness and help readers to generate smiles from
remember the joyful its readers.
memory about the King. For this sad
And after reading it myself, time, these two books are
Since the quite recent I could say the exact same one of my favorites. They
passing of our King, Thailand has been in thing. bring back the memories of
mourning. King Bhumibol Adulyadej was and still “ขำยหัวเรำะ our late King and remind us
is deeply loved and cherished by the people of ฉบับรอยยิ้มของพระรำชำ” of what a great King he had
Thailand. And in this time of loss, it would be best is another book about been. We should all move on
to remember him and all his past achievements. the King that is really from this loss and preserve our
King Bhumibol had penned many fine books and worth buying and memories about the King for as
songs in his lifetime. However, the books that I’m reading. Normally, long as we can by reading these
going to recommend to you today aren’t one of “ขำยหัวเรำะ” is a books. This way his memory will
them. Still, they’re about the King. monthly comic live on forever.
“รักแรกมหำรำช” is a book that’s mainly book that tells
about the important events in the life of King funny stories. However, this special
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BY > JIRATCHAYA PUAPORNPONG (ING-M2/352)



























































































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" He will never really leave,

but will always stay in our
hearts forever. "

























PICTURE BY > CHANAICHON SMITTHILEELA (POR-M.5/350)