1/27/09

Save you

1/8/09

Annika






I hope she's not gonna be angry with me for putting these puppies up here. I just want to show the world how you tackle ovarian-f***ing-cancer! That's the way- aha-aha, I like it, aha-aha! The two first ones are from the hospital right after the second surgery. Gorgeous even then, she is. And funny.
Annika: I'm proud of you sis!

People are stupid, really

Me included. Ofcourse. Let me se how I can deploy this in the most difficult and incoherent way (my kind of way, that is).
Firstly I realized rather disturbing things during my 6 Months in Hong Kong:
  1. You can't get away with acting like you're on Holiday for 6 Months. Not when You are closer to the big three-o than twenty.
  2. There is a time when the adjective "loose" applies to your body too.
  3. Gravity...Is a fact.

Well...This is just the start. Bare with me. After realizing these, to me, horrifying and rather chocking truths I was hit by a ginormous punch in the tummy. (Yes I'm being figurative). You know the one where it feels like your intestines inhabit your throat (because what else could create such a feeling of a big blob (or lump...or blobby lump for that matter) in your throat combined with constant tummy-ache? The intestine-blobby-lump-tummy-ache, with time, turned into a bad habit of starting to cry in, very often, public places. Very annoying. People think you are a freak already with white hair and being tall as a building in Hong Kong. The punch was the news of my sister (the only one I have) being diagnozed with ovarian cancer.

There's nowhere to go from there. What do you do when you get news like that? Becides deal with the lump-blob-ache-crying kaskade. Well the road I chose was anger. I was so pissed off. I mean it was so unfair (still is) and so unlikely I didn't even believe it. I wished it was me instead. I guess all those feelings are common in these kinds of situations. Well anyway..This was about being stupid...sooooo.... Hence number four in my list of realizations in Hong Kong:

4. Number 1-3...They don't matter shit (sorry Mum, I mean crap).

So why do I think people are stupid? Well more ignorant than stupid, I guess. The thing I furthermore (oh yeah I'm an English teacher...we use words like "furthermore") realized was how come I don't get angry for other's sisters sake. Alot of people's sister's get cancer. Am I that selfish? Ignorant? Stupid? There's alot of bad things happening and I get angry now? Angry at God. Well it was about bloody time, you'd think.

Now my sister got operated on for the second time yesterday and her kemotherapy is well on its way, and I guess that's why I feel better and ready to write about it. She is a fighter (hon har pung, helt enkelt) and she will get better soon. So now my anger has given way. And my final realization for this post is: I can't be angry for all the sisters in the world. It's exhausting to be angry.

1/7/09

Exotic Finland




January in Finland. 15 degrees below zero. Bring your grandma-style-woolen-knickers and grandpa-style-undies. It's worth it to be totally unsexy or a-sexy (=a total lack of sexyness, like the fat guy in the Borat movie) really to avoid freezng your bum off. We always complain about it being horrible up here (me for one anyway) with the weather. But when you stop and take it in...and stop being so annoyed over leaving the woolen knickers at home and becoming bumless or numb-bummed atleast...it's beautiful and very pieceful here in the wintertime.

1/6/09

Family


My Family. And I mean...You can't look at this picture without recognizing MY METALLIC RED SPANDEX! Oh yeah I'm on FIRE, baby! That's how smokin' hot they are. And those horns of my dad's...They twinkle and sing. Made in China, no doubt.
Seriously my family is the bomb.

VISA

Since I grew up in Sweden, the Motherland for equality, I always felt like an independent woman, although I'm married. (ha ha) Well now I'm apparently not independent anymore. The Chinese Government doesn't think so anyway. Or the SAR of Hong Kong to be Politically correct (The Special Administartive Region of China). Atleast they stamped my passport with: DEPENDANT. Bugger. Well I can think of worse people to be dependant of than my honey Visa. Which is ironic, really...Since the "Dependant" is my VISA.

I have a Dependant Visa that states that I'm dependant of Visa. haha :)

1/5/09

Hmmm...Is it working?

I can't believe I'm married to a Fridolf!!!!!

It turns out my husband's name in Swedish (or the corresponding one anyway) is tatatataaaaa (trumpet): Fridolf! ha ha ha ha :D I'm, once again, peeing my pants. His name in Finnish is Visa, which is so much cooler (Visa is a kind of Birch tree that grows in Lapland), although it's a magnet for bad jokes like: Is your brother's name Master? Can I pay with Visa? (his father used to say that and push his son towards the cashier...ha ha You're the one who named the kid, dude.)

In Hong Kong before Christmas there were big signs that said: " Let Visa pay for your Holiday shopping" For me that was very appropriate, since my salary as a coach/teacher wasn't much to "hang in the Christmas tree" as we say in Swedish.

Speaking of names...How can people name their kids things like: Yrjö (means vomit in Finnish and it's a Finnish name), George Bush btw, in Finnish translates into Yrjö Puska = i.e. Vomit Bush, Paukku is a Finnish last name and it means fart. I mean...That's just mean! Recon your kid would be Yrjö Paukku = Vomit Fart (sounds like a name Bart Simpson would use a alias doing his pranks). That's a death warrent. In these days of globalisation, I would think twice giving my child a name...I mean...at least I would translate it into English or even Swedish, which is Finland's second language. Jukka is a common Finnish name that in Swedish unfortunately means: "humping". My Finnish teacher's name was Sirkka-Liisa and in Sweden cirka means approximately. Therefore clever people would ask her to tell her name a little more exactly. Very funy, I know. But these days, school is dead serious. You have to have the right clothes and the right parents etc, which is enfuriating, but that the way it is. Having the wrong name, could mark you for life.

1/1/09

1.1.2009

If any of you 2 readers have problems figuring out how to start the new year I have the perfect solution: CRYSTAL CASTLES. Visa isn't quite as enlighted as I am in understanding the duet's brilliancy (is that a word? f*** it, now it is), but he'll come around.

http://www.myspace.com/crystalcastles