Screaming in Sweden

Please take me to your world of make-believe
February 29, 2008, 12:39 am
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I remember the day when Mom came into my room sobbing uncontrollably. She put her arms around me and whispered in my ear, “Er ee has passed away”.

Er ee was one of Mom’s four sisters. I was very young then, a little girl who did not understand death, but somehow I knew something was very wrong. I remember Er ee had very beautiful long dark hair and was always nice to me. I don’t remember more than that.

I am not sure why I think of her today.

So anyway I spent the evening flipping through a book and a magazine I bought two days ago.

The book, Köp! Folkhemmets reklam by Jan Cederquist and Joel Stolpe Montan, is such a great source of inspiration if you like the same stuff as I do.


It is basically a collection of selected Swedish ads published in the 1940s, 50s and 60s. Very cool. I can look at the ads for ages until I get sick of them.

This one makes you wanna have big hair like hers…

An ad from 1947: i maskulin smak means ‘with masculine taste’ (I think!)

This ad is from 1969. And it says in the last paragraph … den korta goda cigarretten som ger er råd att dricka mera öl, which means something like, ‘the good ol’ short cigarrettes that leaves you more money to drink more beer’.


Warner’s Sta Up Top from 1949.


And then I also read the prettiest magazine in the whole wide world.

Lula. Girl of my dreams.

It makes me wanna live in their little world of make-believe.

I just love.


Mysiga tanter
February 25, 2008, 10:43 pm
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I decide to name this post in Swedish because I am now back in the country where most people speak the Swedish language.


Mysiga tanter are cosy little old ladies. At least that is what I like to think it means.

Swedish is a fun melodious language. You kinda have to sing when you speak to sound like them Swedes. I guess that is why most Swedish people I know like to sing a lot.


Mysig is one of my favorite Swedish words. It means nice and warm and cosy and snuggly and mmmmm… It is a word that makes me feel nice and warm inside.

A word that makes me happy.

By the way, I also like the word tidningarna which means ‘the newspapers’ because it sounds funny.

So anyway, I read a really mysig article in the local newspapers yesterday.

It’s called Älskade tant (or Beloved ‘old’ lady) by a Sunday columnist, Elin Wrethov.

“Jag hoppas att någonstans, i en 50-talstapetserad lägenhet, sitter tanterna samlade och bidar sin tid, planerar sitt maktövertagande. Med kaffe i finporslinet, rulltårtor på borden och skafferierna bunkrade till bristningsgränsen med termosar och skorpor diskuterar de strategier för sin comeback.

En dag är de redo. En dag haspar de från säkerhetskedjan, öppnar dörren och tågar ut, en hel armé röda baskrar, tanter iklädda fotriktiga skor, med paraplyer och brödkavlar i händerna, höttande med fingret åt alla mobilpratande slynglar, nedbantade snärtor, griniga 40-talister och ungar som inte lyckats fostrats av någon Nannyjour.”

It makes me think of pretty things.

Like those stubborn little old ladies living in their own little world. They have got to be the happiest people on earth. Happily grumbling about the material world and the people living in it today.




And it makes me think my beloved little granny who will be 78 in 30 days…

Ah ma is as tough as old boots and she’s still going strong. Hehe.

And it makes me happy.

Stolen pictures from here, here and here.

Prosperous me
February 19, 2008, 10:57 am
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I’m flying “home” soon!

PS: My baggage weighs 28.2 kg!!! Which is not too bad… 3 weeks of shopping woh.

And now blogging all the way from Starbucks Coffee KLIA.

If my Mom and Dad (and many other Moms and Dads) are right, I shall now be strong and healthy and live prosperously for life since I’ve had PLENTY of:


Shark fin

Fish maw

Sea cucumber

Bird’s nest soup (saliva of swiftlets)


and Yee Sang…

Let’s hope they are right.
Life’s easy for us Chinese *w*

Bye bye KL.

I am disgusted with the colour of my skin
February 13, 2008, 12:46 pm
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and I’m at… you know what.

Being a middle class Chinese living in Malaysia makes me feel guilty, ashamed, frustrated.

It has become more apparent as each day passes that I’m served by the other races – the Malays and the Indians. The taxi drivers, the security guards at our overpriced residential area (dominated by Chinese families), the waiters, the cleaners, the gardeners, the garbage collectors, the maids – are all non-Chinese.

And what do we Chinese people do?

We eat. We happily pay RM500 for a piece of abalone and RM300 per month for the service of a live-in maid.

We buy. We show off our designer shoes, watches and bags.

And we bad mouth the other races.

We avoid going to places like Brickfields because it’s home to the Indians, or Chow Kit because it’s full of Malays. I’ve been warned not to go to Chinatown and “all those kind of areas” because it’s full of immigrants from Pakistan, Bangladesh, and Indonesia. Most of my Chinese friends told me not to go to KLCC because it’s now swarming with the Arabs.

– It’s dangerous.

– But I want to take some pictures.

– You’re asking for trouble.

“Geli lah,” says some.
in other word.

But they are my friends.

It disgusts me.

Almost like those seconds after I chomped on these…

Some uncles are funny
February 11, 2008, 5:53 am
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Guess what?

I’m at Mid Valley again. Sipping my coffee at Starbucks.

Time flies when you have fun. This is already the beginning of my final week in Malaysia. I will soon be back to that windy city. *sighs* The last few days have been full of CNY activities – visiting friends and relatives, receiving lots of angpows, er shopping, drinking, and EATING.

My swimmers don’t fit no more.


And then one day it finally came. The dreaded question:

“Eh… you put on weight ah?”

How do you answer to that kind of question?!?

I simply replied to that stupid “auntie”- “Hou sek hou chu in Sweden mah” or “We are all very well fed in Sweden.”
(PS: Malaysians like calling strangers “Aunties” and “Uncles”)

Hahaha. Yes we are all very well fed.

We Malaysians are kind of rude and blunt. No, really rude and blunt. And exchanging pleasantries is just a waste of time to us. Why asking them how they are when you don’t really care? Or when the whole point of the conversation is to let them know that they have put on weight…

So it makes sense to go straight to the point lah.

“Eh… you put on weight ah?”


Some Uncles are funny however.

Like Uncle Lim, our good friend. A 70 plus year old man playing like a little boy. LOL

And like this Uncle who entertained us the whole time we were eating our breakfast (dimsum at Jalan Ipoh). He literally danced with everything he was selling – bags, cookies, belts, umbrellas…

He really cheered up my day.

I can smell the rat
February 6, 2008, 6:58 am
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It’s the Chinese New Year’s eve today. The Year of the Rat is here.

Shopping malls and the streets are fully decorated with reddish CNY ornaments with rats. You know it’s literally Rats everywhere. Literally.

And here I am again sitting at Starbucks Coffee at Mid Valley doing my thing. Having my cup of latte with hazelnut. Yum. My Mom’s shopping, again. I am going mad I think.




Just look at these people here at One Utama. Everyone’s shopping!!!!

Bah! I’m taking a day off. Shopping malls have become like my second home. I’m so tired of it. I think I have been having too much of the drug. It’s not affecting me anymore. I’m becoming less happy every time I buy something new.

My friends think I am weird, just because I prefer to sit and read the newspapers at a restaurant, sipping my glass of wine while they go shopping.

Or maybe because the nice clothes do not fit me anymore.

I have become a Medium, you see.

There is no water at the Waterfront shopping mall
February 5, 2008, 6:44 am
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And the connection at Coffee Bean is…

really sloooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwww!!!


It’s really frustrating. No Internet.

I miss my life in Sweden.

I miss the Internet. I miss the fresh bread I used to eat every day at work. I miss working out after work twice a week. I miss my swimming classes. I miss being able to walk around the city without being afraid of people snatching your purse. I miss being able to get to places without having to drive.

My drivers: dad, mom (limited routes hehe), and bro.

Most of all, I miss waking up to my favourite boy in the world.

But I don’t want to leave, yet.

I love doing all those “comfort” things with my friends and family. Shopping, eating out, drinking a glass of wine or beer in the middle of the day, being driven just about everywhere.

Friends would pick me up and buy me drinks just because they haven’t seen me for so long. I get to brag about Sweden, the high tax rates, and the welfare state. Such luxury.

Almost everyone I know has fallen in love with my description of Sweden, ironically.

That aside, I am experiencing a real “konsumption ångest” – not sure what you would call it in English. But I guess it feels like walking past a homeless family with your high heels and shopping bags…

I might have to starve for the next months.