Screaming in Sweden


The grass is greener with daisies
May 13, 2008, 10:24 pm
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Hi. I’m back and I’m sorry I have not been writing.

The weather has been so wonderful these days that it feels almost sad sitting inside doing blogs. But I promise myself I have to be productive today. Get the photos up on my flickr, wash those towels, do blog about the spring flowers and beers on the green grass.

This is what spring is to me.

And beer tastes so much better when the sun shines.

Even my bag once owned by another gets to lie in the sun a little. The bag doesn’t have a name yet. I don’t think I would like naming my bags. Anyway I think it was having the time of its life.

It is forbidden to sit on that pretty grass full of daisies but we did not know. The daisies are so pretty that a friend actually tried eating it! Oh how I wish I had that moment she put the daisy in her mouth documented.

*s*

If spring doesn’t make one happy…

nothing else does.

*hugs*

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That ugly barking red poodle and the Doberman-greyhound
April 10, 2008, 8:42 pm
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It’s Thursday. And I am cold.

I want to scream my lungs out but I would just look silly then.

So here I am. Sitting on this uncomfortable brown suede couch, eating that Thai fried rice I love so much, drinking a glass of wine, watching Chandler and Monice telling lies to Joey because they want to have sex (and with Joey being there it is not possible you see), thinking of the three policemen and -women carrying guns at the Thai restaurant.

And thinking of that fawn pug I came across on my way home. She made me smiled inside.

She was in fact the third dog I came across today. The first one was an ugly reddish grey poodle with weird hairdo. She could not stop barking at that huge Doberman-greyhound (which was the second dog I met) in the bus I was on. The lady who had the poodle looked like a poodlelady.

You know poodleladies. They are little old ladies wearing expensive designer coat and most probably a beret, a black one most of the time. They also love carrying some kind of furry article. It could be a handbag or an extra fur coat. Just in case. And of course a poodle with weird hairdo in the other hand.

And this ugly red poodle could not stop barking at the other dog who was very calm, thinking how silly that ugly red poodle looked when she barked.

Poodlelady (in a very coarse voice, the one that sounds like she smokes too much): Stop it!!! What is this nonsense?!?!!!

Ugly red poodle: Woof woof!!!! Woof!!!!!

Poodlelady: Stop it now!!! You silly little dog!!! Calm down!!!!

Ugly red poodle: Wo-wo-wo-wo-ooooooooof!!!!

That was when I felt like screaming.

But I held it back. Because like that huge Doberman-greyhound I thought it would be silly to scream then. I looked at the Doberman-greyhound and it (I wasn’t sure if it was a he or a she) looked disinterested, ignoring that ugly barking red poodle.

I thought that was really cool.

OH that ugly red poodle. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

She really did make me want to eat her up right there on the bus.

Or at least one of these….

Tri_Poodle’s pic.



That crazy little screaming char boh and upside-down glasses
April 1, 2008, 9:17 pm
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I have done some thinking today. I think about what people think of me. I think about what the most important people in my life think of me. I think about what I think of myself. Then I think about what I think of them and other people. And then I think of the question that Veronika once asked. And I mean the Veronika who decides to die which is one of my favorite books in the whole wide world of course.

What does it mean to be crazy?

You see I am not quite sure why but my doctor says I suffer from hypotension. And she smiles and starts talking about the nice sunny weather. And then people at work think I always yawn. They also think I should sleep early “tonight”. Some people think I laugh too much, I scream too much, I nag too much.

My dad used to call me siao char boh which means crazy woman and slow motion because he thought I had a slowish walk. He still does at times when he gets the chance. My mom used to call me siao char boh and siao lingyi. My beloved grandmother call me siao lang which means crazy person. I guess she uses a gender neutral term because it is more convenient that way. My friends in KL call me sor poh, which basically means the same thing as siao char boh but in Cantonese.

And it doesn’t end there.

He thinks I am nuts because I have my own house rules like when He puts the drinking glasses and mugs upside down after cleaning them I must turn them over again because it makes me anxious if I don’t. I don’t like the thought of the rims coming into contact with the kitchen sink.

He also call me gul which means yellow, screaming little chinese, screaming little mongo, lingovic, lingon, crazy little party girl, regeringen which means the government, tjockis kinesen i Örebro which means the chubby chinese in Örebro (He wrote a song about it), crazy little yellow person, and et cetera.


What does it mean to be crazy?

If I am crazy then I must be living. And happy. At least that is what Paulo thinks.

I know what drives me crazy. The drinking glasses turned wrong side up in the kitchen. And Him not closing the door properly on His way out.

*pulls hair out*



The smell of a scream must be irresistable
March 27, 2008, 11:40 am
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I just need to post this again. These are the search terms people have used to get to my site.

I don’t know what to say.

People just seem to like smelling things…

*dies*

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Here is a present for the one who loves smelling mom’s knickers. A bushy purplish one, too *grins*

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And yes, may I add, I think most Chinese I know like Swedish stuff.

Original picture here.

*hugs*



How to get here
January 18, 2008, 11:26 am
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I laugh every time I look at my blog stats.

It’s such a pleasure to see these search terms people have used to get to my blog… *lol*

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My favourites:

. sad coffee sweden

. the simpsons aunt (x 2? hahaha)

Like they always say,

W H A T T H E . . . ? ? ? !



I love December
December 18, 2007, 10:19 pm
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There is something about the month December. It is sort of depressing because the days are short. I have greeted the Sun perhaps only twice since December. But maybe it is supposed to be dark. Then the lovely Christmas lights around town would seem brighter. Happier.

Christmas presents have been the topic of conversation this week. I kinda like it. People used to tell me that a good Christmas present is not something you would buy for yourself. But that’s not completely true. I have always picked good presents, I think I do, that I would love to own myself. Even if the present was a men shaver.

I used to think of Christmas as just another excuse to go out dancing with my girlfriends and look at boys.

Christmas is not just another excuse anymore. It’s full of other nuances that I thought I would never know… (N2S: though I won’t mind dancing with my girlfriends.)

Lots of sweets.
Lots of presents.
Lots of candles.
Lots of surprises.
Lots of love.
Lots of time with the closest families.

In Swedish, I’d use the word “mysig” to describe Christmas. Literally means cozy. But it’s a bit more than that, I believe. It’s warm and snuggly and cushy. A bit like a soft furry rabbit snuggling up under its warm velvet blanket.

Hmm. Maybe Christmas is a bit like a tame Chinese New Year. In Hokkien, I’d use the word “lau juak” to describe CNY. I’m not sure what English word would have similar meaning as “lau juak”. It feels a little crowded and warm and loud but in a positive way. Like you simply want to be there because everyone’s there…

Hmm.

Anyway, it’s of course lots of Christmas shopping in December, too.

Mook: What do you want for Christmas?
Troll: Hmm… (lots of stuff that I need) but I think I want a dress from the sixties *s*
Mook: Ok…
Troll: I like polkadots, ribbons, buttons, and everything red…

And it will be a surprise when Troll gets her present.

That’s what Christmas is all about isnt it.

necklace

And of course, here’s my pre-Christmas pressie.

Hope you have a cozy Christmas :)



Mook says, “Puggy’s home!”
November 26, 2007, 11:54 pm
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Thank you so much.

Paul Valoczi from MacSupport in Lund saved my baby.

Mook was kind enough to go get puggy for me. He came home at around 18:30 today. He said, “Puggy’s home!”

And I felt like I could almost fly… La la la la la

Not having a computer at home was a pain. I had to walk to the bus stop to check the time my bus would leave the next day. I had to watch the news on TV to keep in touch with the world. And I had to look at cooking books to look for new recipe.

OK it was not that bad.

That aside, I’ve been wondering the whole day today – what do people actually do on Sundays anyway? I mean it’s the strangest day of the week, really. You get up late (because you party too hard the day before), and you must sleep early (because you have to work the next day).

Well, last Sunday, we drove to the Väla shopping mall to do some shopping. Gotta spend some money once you get paid, you see. Mook’s idea, strangely. He needed some new clothes, and I just thought I would tag along. So, we shopped and shopped. Mook bought a new pair of jeans that need to be altered, some basic Ts, and a nice stripey sweater. I bought a top in blue and a matching bangle. And two books.

That’s my Sunday. Got lots of new crap and two books. One had millions of pages which I had bought because I thought it looked nice.