Monday, January 26, 2009


Current feeling: Super happy!

I am so NOT cheated. Mmmm. Syokness. Come I do maths here again.

That day the scale showed 1.1kg and host sister said there are about 97 chocolates.
Ok the truth is: I paid 50€ for 1.428571429kg of Lindt chocolates and there are 107 pieces (yes I counted them).

Last time said 3.50€ for 100g, and then 35€ for 1kg, how could 50€ give me 1.1kg only??

Ok so now,

3.50€ --> 0.1kg
50€ ----> 1.428571429kg
Currently 1€=RM4.74,
RM237 --> 1.428571429kg
RM1 ----> 0.006027727kg

In KL, a packet pf Lindt costs
RM70 --> 0.4kg
RM 1 ---> 0.005714285kg

HAHAHA, I love it now! No rugi woohoo. Ok done. I am so happy that i ate 3 Lindt chocolates, so 5 gone, 'cause last time curi curi eat 2 LOL.

Oh oh just now saw a mad lady with lipstick on the bus. Her lipstick's outer border got one black line -___-. Geli.

And then in class English teacher was asking as I was reading a book, the girl who lent me the book was like 'Oh he's reading a book. My book.' She was so high ok, and called me a 'book eater'.
It's fun to develop this interest in reading story books. Especially those about children who are under effect of wars. Not directly affected, but all families are affected, as in children of the Commanders and blah blah.

Book of the day:

Rating: 10/10!!!

Actually this book was shown to me the moment I arrived at school. At first I saw 'striped pyjamas' and thought that it was 'stripped pyjamas' and I was like asking her, 'sex'?. Oh striped, Zebra's stripes.

Ok, some introduction first. John Boyne was born in Ireland in 1971 and is the author of 6 novels. [Gosh I read a novel! Well maybe.] The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas won 2 Irish Book Awards, was shortlisted for the British Book Awards and has been now made into a feature film by Miranax Films. His novels are published in over 30 languages. He lives in Dublin.

John Boyne you rock!!

Here's the summary, copied from (I am so lazy to type the summary again, just now told mum the story already). But it's still very interesting, please do read it. :D

The book is about a young boy, Bruno, the son of a Nazi lieutenant colonel. He has a headstrong sister, Gretel (called "the Hopeless case"). They used to live in a five-story mansion in Berlin but are one day suddenly transferred to a place called "Out-With", by his father's boss, the "Fury" Adolf Hitler ("Out-With" is really Auschwitz, and the "Fury" is the F├╝hrer, but Bruno can't pronounce the words correctly). Bruno , angered and confused by his father's decision to move and desperate to go home, spends his time in his room, without any friends to play with. He misses their old home. In such a small space, there isn't any room for exploration (a hobby of Bruno's), as there was in the house in Berlin.

From his bedroom window, Bruno spots a fence behind which he sees many people in 'striped pyjamas'. These are Jews, and they are in a Nazi concentration camp. One day his parents come to an agreement that both Bruno and Gretel need a tutor for their education, so they hire Herr Liszt. To Bruno, Herr Liszt is the most boring teacher one could ever have; he teaches social science instead of reading and arts, which Bruno prefers. So, in boredom and confusion, Bruno wonders what is going on at "Out-With" (Auschwitz) and why people are always dressed in striped pyjamas there. One afternoon, he goes exploring, and meets a Jewish boy called Shmuel, a name Bruno has never before heard but that apparently is quite common in the concentration camp. Shmuel soon becomes Bruno's friend and Bruno visits every afternoon to talk. Bruno is told that the people in the striped pyjamas on the other side of the fence are Jews and that he and his family are "the opposite".

The story ends with Bruno about to return to the family's old home in Berlin. As a final adventure, he agrees to dress in a set of striped pyjamas and climb under a loose wire in the fence to help Shmuel find his father, who went missing in the camp. The boys are unable to find him, and just as it starts to rain and get dark, Bruno decides he would like to go home, yet the Nazis in the area of the camp force the boys to go on a march. Neither boy knows where this march will lead. However, they are soon crowded into a gas chamber, and the author leaves the story with Bruno pondering, yet unafraid, in the dark holding hands with Shmuel. "...Despite the chaos that followed, Bruno found that he was still holding Shmuel's hand in his own and nothing in the world would have persuaded him to let go".

In an epilogue, Bruno's father subsequently discovers Bruno's clothes by the fence and figures out what happened to him. Several months later, Allied (although not stated, presumably Russian as the Red Army liberated Auschwitz) soldiers come and order the Nazi soldiers to come with them, and Bruno's father goes without complaint, because "he didn't really mind what they did to him anymore".

Blah blah blah, ok done. Nice la, Hitler's time. The book even described Hitler (The Fury) as a man with a mini moustache which looked awkward to Bruno. Hahah.

Next book: I am David.

Oh and just now my right hand's skin was very very thick.

No, I didn't cut myself.

I peeled the skin there, and about 0.4cmX0.4cm bled LOL. Geli till another girl who sits beside me kept on putting her hands in front of her eyes, showing the 'YOU ARE SO GELI' face.
And then I 'krak' my head, 'krak' as in when you press your fingers together and make the 'krak' sound. She went mad LOL.

Oh well, a warning from mum: ''You're not an orange, don't peel yourself..'' Ok!

So much for Chinese New Year in Italy, I really miss home now T_T. Papa mama korkor yikor vvien grandma grandpa big-aunt small-aunt 3rd-uncle 4th-uncle smallest-uncle cousins ah-hui ah-en yong-yong Hao-Hao Yo-yo blah everyone!!!

So far so good for my first year of being away from home for Chinese New Year. At least I have funny classmates and cute Fiona. Whee.

Proverbs 10:18
Hiding hatred makes you a liar;
slandering others makes you a fool.


minmay said...

hey ivan, you ady became a book seller, right?
anyway, enjoy reading the story book.

iVan Chong said...

hahaha. not seller, reader!