08
Dec
09

Because all travel stories include a toilet story sooner or later

Technically I’m not travelling, but living abroad, but in any case, I realize that being in a new place requires adjustments to your digestive system.

I just discovered these tasty vitamin C tablets when I went for lunch with my classmates yesterday:

What’s neat about Sweden is that coffee is almost always included in the price of a meal – even at fast food restaurants! At this one particular restaurant, there’s a table beside the cashier with pitchers of water, coffee carafes, packages of tea, carrots and dip, and these little plastic bottles on it. I’d been to this restaurant before by myself, but I didn’t know that we could freely help ourselves to the items on the table. One of my classmates poured a glass of water, opened this plastic bottle and dropped a tablet in, and it fizzed up. I saw one of my classmates with bottles of these at his desk but thought they were just ordinary vitamins. Anyway, the fizzing effect looked cool (and it’s free?!) so I had to try it! The tablets are vitamin C tablets, and they add some flavouring as well as carbonation to water. They’re really tasty, so I picked some up at the grocery store today.

I keep a water bottle at my school desk, so added 2 tablets to my half litre of water to sip on today. I’m still trying to recover from a 12 hour bus ride to visit Per last weekend, and another 12 hour bus ride back yesterday morning. Sleeping on the bus isn’t exactly that comfortable, and I get really dehydrated because I want to minimize using the bus toilet to avoid motion sickness. I’ve also had more trouble sleeping here in Umeå compared to my working life, maybe due to more stress and uncertainty in my life. 

So that’s the chain of events leading up to a sudden explosive urge to use the toilet this afternoon. I barely made it to the toilet in time (and it’s only about 30 steps away). At first, I wrote it off to general tiredness and stress. Now I just had dinner and I just treated myself to another Vitamin C tablet to try to battle the cold I have. Looked at the bottle again: “1 tablet dagligen”. Wait. That means 1 tablet daily…

I go to their website and google translate:

http://www.friggs.se/sv/VARA-PRODUKTER/Halsopreparat/Vitaminer/C-brus-Exotisk/

“Excessive consumption may have a laxative effect.”

Doh!

In any case, I should bring some home for people to try! They are tasty and cool, but everything in moderation.

15
Nov
09

A sum up of the last 2 months

I can’t believe how fast time has flown by! And I realize how bad I’ve been with updating my site…

As mentioned, I went sailing in the beautiful Swedish archipelago in August…

The first week in Umeå was focused on getting myself a bike, getting my home set up, and trying to meet new friends.

The last of the summer sun of Umeå back in August…

The town itself is quite pretty!

Interesting art installations around the main campus of the university

It’s a little bit more expensive eating out in restaurants in Sweden, especially considering being on a student budget with no income. I’ve never tried cooking so many different recipes by myself before.

Butter chicken

Swedish blood pudding

Chicken schnitzel


Smoked mackerel… heavenly


Per’s parents, and Per came to visit me during the week of my birthday (during separate visits). My friends surprised me at school with a delicious Swedish Princess cake (cake with perfect amount of sweetness sandwiched between light cream and covered in marzipan).

 

After the initial weeks of fun madness, I’ve kind of settled down into a routine and been pretty occupied with school – I’m usually at school 6 days week, and take Sunday off to clean, shop and cook. I’ve also been down to Linköping twice to visit Per. In some ways it doesn’t feel like I’m immersing myself into a cultural experience, given that I don’t go out of the school much, and I spent almost all my time speaking English. Maybe if I lived in Stockholm I would get out and try to experience some more outside influences, though Umeå has a surprising amount of culture given the size of the town.

The people in my program are pretty diverse, with degrees ranging from industrial design, to ergonomics, engineering, business, and even political science. Everyone has a different goal ranging from getting into a masters program next year, to supplementing their design experience for their own start-up businesses, to getting a broader perspective and experience to work with designers as opposed to doing the design work themself. As for me, I’m still undecided where I should end up next year… Which worries me, because if I don’t know where I’m going, how should I know how to get there?… But I am trying to work hard to see how far I can progress in industrial design before I question it too much. There is a lot of partying and extremely late nights at the school, and though I feel like I’m missing out a little by always leaving “early” (as in midnight or 1 AM), I’m trying to keep my priorities straight and not regret that I didn’t work as hard as I could have.

I admire that one of my classmates’ attitude is to make it a priority to experience Sweden. Another priority for me is learning Swedish, and of our class of 20 at the design school, it’s down to about 5 of us now in the class, since it is quite time intensive. I also signed up for a Swedish host program, in which a local Swede hosts 2 International students. Despite it being a busy week at school, I didn’t regret taking time out to go with them and her sons on a walk in the forest, then to her house located on her family’s farm, for the most Swedish experience I’ve had (without Per) so far.

Poor photo, but the forest was nice. The funny thing was, for the student from Pakistan, he was tired after the 3.5 km walk, the walk was my exercise, and for my Swedish host, she changed into her exercise clothes before dropping us off and one of her sons at karate lessons, for her “real” exercise for the day.

Hope to stay in the cute guesthouse on the farm when the warm weather returns!


My Swedish host has an absolutely gorgeous house… Love the cast iron stove. And she baked a delicious zucchini cake, amongst other things

And she and her sons baked BREAD, cinnamon buns and cookies… Served with Vasterbotten cheese, yum… The Pakistani student joked, “See you! I’m moving in here!”


And there’s something about the skies at Northern altitudes… I won’t be able to see these exact colours in the skies again for the rest of the year, since the sun is rapidly disappearing and changing its position, but I’m looking forward to the high probability of seeing the northern lights.


27
Aug
09

Short update

So many wonderful things have happened, and my time pretty well spent up, that I haven’t had time to update. Sailing in the archipelago with Per, then in Umeå meeting so many people that I am in awe of, forming a little “clique” with a few classmates who I’ve been spending almost all my time with – all impressive, passionate, amazing people…I couldn’t imagine how different it would be if I had arrived and not met any of my classmates, how alone I could have felt instead.

Touring the school was surreal… The building is beautiful, situated beside the river with huge windows into our workroom. Our workroom! (Though when winter rolls around it could only be 4 hours of sunlight in a day.) I couldn’t believe what good luck I have to be here.

The residents of Umeå completely break the stereotype of “shy, reserved Swedes”, as I’ve met astoundingly friendly and outgoing people. I have NEVER met someone on the street (technically, a former design student, who happened to be in front of our school) who struck up a conversation with us and then joined for lunch. This is just one example of many moments that have felt so amazing.

I say this too often, but I will have to write more later since it’s after midnight now.

12
Aug
09

Thoughts written while waiting in the Munich airport

Leaving grandma’s house on my way to my parents’ house, I suddenly imagined myself on the way to an exciting new life, only to be be struck and killed in a car accident on the way to the airport. “How tragic,” people would say. Why I imagined such a terrible scenerio – is that it just seems too good to be true. A few years ago I wouldn’t have believed someone if they said I would move to another country, study at one of the top industrial design universities there, and have a hunky, blonde Swedish boyfriend who cooks! I’m still nervous as to whether I have what it takes to succeed. And that there’ll be jobs for me, that I’ll be able to make a living. And for how long will I go without an income from this point on? People keep asking me those same questions that I dread trying to answer, because I don’t have an answer. But I’m not too worried. I’ll be tackling it day by day.

24
Jul
09

Reverse culture shock of being home – thank goodness I’m leaving!

I think I’m getting very, very annoyed with life and people here… Especially reading these recent news stories in the Edmonton Journal.

A woman who was a passenger in the car of a drunk driver is suing the driver and the bars and bartenders that served him for causing her “irreversible brain damage” after crashing the car. His blood alcohol level was DOUBLE the legal limit! (Legal limit in Canada is 0.08%. In Sweden it is 0.02%)

“Shannon Paige Prosser is suing Lux Steakhouse&Bar, Fluid Lounge and the bartenders… claiming they continued to serve drinks to the driver, “when it was clear, or ought to have been clear, that (he) was inebriated.”

What about her responsibility?!?? She could have stopped him from driving, called the police, OR not got into the car herself. How is it no one else’s fault but her own? I might have felt a little bad for her until now. It’s lucky he didn’t kill anyone! I really hope this one is thrown out of the courts, at least for the bar and bartenders.

And this… Article about the deep-fried chocolate bars at the Taste of Edmonton food festival downtown.

“In the old days, the only way to store food was to eat it and store it on your body as fat,” said Power, a researcher at the American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists. “To facilitate that, our brains developed systems to reward us for picking foods that converted easily, such as fats and sugars.”

No shit?!!?? We like eating fatty and sugary foods? Who doesn’t know that? But this is the funniest part of the article:

“In other words, it’s not your fault.”

“They’re giving us deep-fried Mars bars because that’s what we want. Unfortunately, they’re not making us climb 15 flights of stairs to get them.”

So it’s no one’s fault they’re fat – all those excessive calories forced down their throats were not their doing! And they should MAKE you climb 15 flights of stairs?? Isn’t it our own responsibility to climb those stairs ourselves to balance the calories we consume??

This total lack of personal responsibility really burns me up! I see it everywhere, including at my workplace. I won’t comment much more about my workplace here, but I will say it’s a rather commonplace problem and attitude in the workforce. I feel that’s the problem with Canadian society – I can’t comment on other societies – is that people don’t take responsibility of their own actions and life. Unhappy and unfulfilled at your job? It’s your boss’s fault! Your wife’s fault! Definitely not your own fault, that you didn’t think through and plan a career that you might actually enjoy while being a beneficial person of society, that you got into debt to buy a lifestyle and things you can’t afford…

I think it’s a good thing that I’m leaving this country, at least for awhile!

17
Jul
09

4 for 4!

I got into all four industrial design schools I applied for! Including my first choice in Umea, Sweden! Feels good knowing that other people see some potential in me, and that I’m not completely out to lunch. Handed in my resignation at work, and I received a whole range of responses from extremely supportive and excited for me, to baffled, to downright negative. There are a few things I can conclude:

1. Most North Americans don’t know the difference between Sweden and Switzerland! I know they start with the same 2 letters and they’re both neutral countries, but I am really shocked that this many (mostly educated) people don’t know the difference.

2. If I plan to do anything that deviates from the norm, it really is best to keep it to myself until it’s underway, as there are a lot of negative people who will rain all over your parade.

The responses upon hearing that I’m studying industrial design in Sweden: “You speak French?” “Uhh…?.” “Or what do they speak there?” “Swedish” “They have their own language?”

“Won’t it be more expensive?” “Some things are more expensive, but some things” “What do they use there, the Euro?” “No.” “Oh, the (US) dollar then!”

“But why would you want to do that?!” As according to some, I already have a degree and a good paying job, so why would I want to do anything else even if I found the work boring? Fun is what your hobbies are for!

“Don’t you have to be creative to do that?” And how do they know I’m not? Because the job I’m in right now, I don’t get to express any iota of creativity perhaps?

“Isn’t it competitive?” Implying that it’s not because I got in?? Pretty insulting.

“Well, what are you going to do after you graduate? Will you be able to find a job in Sweden afterwards?” Wow… so I need to have the next 25 years mapped out like they do? Get job, work at same company until retirement, then die?

But I did get some positive words from a few people, such as, “good on you for going after what you really want!”

Per just left today, so it’s been a busy but amazing month of travel in western Canada which I’ll have to update on later. In the meantime, I have so much to prepare before I move! Per posted some great photos of our western Canada travels on his blog here (including his stopover in New York):

http://www.resdagboken.se/Default.aspx?documentId=81&userId=197319&section=myimagegalleries&journeyId=358519

13
Jun
09

Fashion round the world

Starting from my first international trip (to Japan in 2003), I became aware of how fashion differs country to country. TN made a spot on comment about our “bland, Canadian clothes” compared to Japanese girls. Being in the country awhile, you become used to what everyone around you is wearing, and your own tastes start to shift a bit due to your surroundings. By the end of our 3 weeks in Japan, I wanted to buy leg warmers, but didn’t, thankfully; returning home, I realized I wouldn’t have anywhere to wear them and would stick out like a sore thumb.

This happens to me on every trip. In Bangladesh, surrounded by a sea of pastel colours that look great against dark skin, I narrowly missed buying a salwaar kameez in a horrible “nurse scrubs” colour. Brought back super frilly clothing I bought and wore in Hong Kong, that at home I couldn’t get the guts to wear because I’d look like Sailor Moon. Sometimes my fashion taste changes and sticks with me, like loving the super short shorts I saw in Singapore on all the girls. I can’t think of a more flattering trend to adopt as an Asian girl with long-ish legs with not much boobage.

In Sweden I just couldn’t get on board with a lot of their fashion. Scarves are ubiquitous, on women AND  men, and in my opinion they look… Horrible. Not flattering at all. Emo and ridiculous.

Googling for images to show you what I mean, apparently I’m not “hip” because I guess it’s not unique to just Sweden, but also American celebrities, the UK, and elsewhere in Europe. However, I stand by avoiding fashion trends that do nothing to flatter the figure.

This is what the scarves look like:

The classic “emo” look that a lot of young Swedish people have:

I don’t understand how this is supposed to look good… On girls, it covers up your chest. On men, it’s not exactly masculine. It’s not particularly practical either as the fabric is thin and worn indoors (and I would guess worn in summer too).

I associate these neck scarves, or bandanas with pets! Seriously! I used to do this to my cat.

On pets, cute… On people, not so much.

01
Jun
09

The paradox of choice: Why I hate grocery shopping

Just returned from grocery shopping and am completely drained. I absolutely hate grocery shopping in Canada. I see how and why, that the more choices we have, the more unhappy and dissatisfied we are. (To learn more about this, watch Barry Schwartz’s talk on the paradox of choice.)

I am convinced that the big grocery stores here are designed to keep us as long as possible in their stores, which is why I dread going there and put it off as long as possible (except for my weekly stops into the local Safeway to pick up fresh produce and milk, which is shopping on a smaller scale). So my fridge is almost empty and am then forced to go grocery shopping. I try to eat something before shopping, but of course I always end up ravenous while shopping in the cavernous stores. Then I get grumpy and on edge, and the stress of shopping there makes me want to give up on healthy eating and gorge on whatever junk food catches my eye at the last minute.

Today, I made my way to Superstore only to find out they’re closed for renovations, so then had to drive to the nearby almost as gigantic Save-on-foods (which takes driving twice the actual physical distance, due to the direction of the roads to handle high volume traffic). After my sister’s comment that there are prices per 100g on all products for comparison shopping, I’ve been keeping my eyes open for them and confirmed that this is not true of every grocery store. Now, I go into the store with a list of things I want to buy, and don’t wander willy-nilly, but still I end up with several unplanned purchases, such as several bags of my favorite fair trade coffee because it’s 30% off. And walking through the huge store, I start to get hungry, and decide on impulse to pick up some bread and cheese. For something as simple as cheese, the cheese is divided into 2 groups (what I assume are supposed to be “everyday value” cheeses near the milk, and “premium” cheeses in the deli) and these are at opposite ends to each other in the store. Even within each grouping, it takes me some mental gymnastics to determine the best value brand cheese taking into consideration what’s on sale, and then by the time I get to the other end of the store, I can’t remember if the one I picked up was better priced or not. Then for bread, I spend a good 5 minutes trying to pick out a loaf of bread out of the over 20 varieties available, based on nutrition, price and freshness.

After finally making it to the cashier, I glance at a sign that advertises that tomorrow being the first Tuesday of the month, all purchases are 15% off! I don’t have the energy to put back half my stuff and come back again tomorrow. Ugh. After all that mental energy expended on the dozens of decisions made in the last hour, I end up regretting that on the whole, I fared pretty poorly this evening.

If there’s one upside, it’s that I discovered that Save-on-Foods carries really good artisan breads, though a bit pricey. My dinner of pate and jalapeno havarti cheese was fantastic on the type of dense bread you might find in Europe, with lots of seeds, 5g of protein and 2g of fibre per slice of bread. I’ll have to save my rant against the general crappiness of Canadian breads for another day.

18
May
09

Basic survival tips: a guide for city folks venturing to the outdoors

A photo I posted of myself holding a mushroom in the Swedish forest garnered a lot of comments from my friends. Could I actually EAT the mushroom I was holding? Per found it really amusing – because why would I be picking it in the first place? But I might have asked the same thing myself a few months ago.  I was amazed that Per’s family gathers their yearly mushroom supply from walks in the forest! Per grows a lot of his own food, compared to me, where I don’t even know how to water houseplants properly, let alone grow my own food.

When I travelled, I was amazed and impressed by rural people’s relationship with the land, particularly in Bangladesh’s and India’s remote hilltribes. It’s hard to put into words what I am amazed at – everything they needed, the land provided for them. And they treated the land with respect, because it was their source of life. They consumed very little (from outside their village), and produced very little waste. I associated this with relatively poor, undeveloped countries and people, most of who would never have the chance to leave and see much of anything outside of the area immediately around their home.

But in Sweden, they also have a close relationship with the land.  The food they consume is based on what time of the year it is, their food is harvested and enjoyed at particular times of the year. Their celebrations and traditions show this: crayfish parties in August; preseved lutefisk at Christmas; herring, new potatoes and spring onion in spring (of course); and Per’s yearly strawberry harvest which includes making preserves and freezing the excess.  Now I see the possibility of becoming more self sufficient in my own food production, and I see the value in learning the lay of the land.

Now I’m finally going to blog about the overnight survival “course” Per took me on! The setting: southern Swedish forest, in the dead of winter (end of December). The rules: no tent, no matches/lighter, no firewood or kindling brought from home. The task: survive one night outside.

Most important thing to surviving outside is managing heat loss. The ground is really good conductor in losing heat. Therefore, insulate yourself from the ground as much as possible!

Scoped out a spot for our bed on a flat area, under a tree where we could hang the tarp to shelter us from the possibility of rain or snow. Using a knife, we cut and gathered armfuls of evergreen (fir? I don’t remember the species…) tree branches. Stuck the cut end of each branch into the ground, each branch stuck into the ground close to the next (about 3″ away). You’re aiming to create a springy “mattress” that will lift your body completely off the ground when you’re lying on it. The more branches the better! The branches insulate the air underneath your body, and act as a cushion and spring for your body. If you think you have more than enough, you probably don’t, as we made the mistake of making the bed too narrow for the 2 of us, and our thermarests shifted out from under us during the night.

Testing out whether the “mattress” would keep my body lifted off the ground – success!

The morning after – you can see that the “mattress” wasn’t wide enough to keep the thermarests from shifting

Next task was to start a fire!I was at least allowed to have a carbon steel stick and a knife to create a spark to start the fire, but it’s not always easy to start a fire that way. Gather lots of kindling and firewood, including dry birch bark, fir trees, and deadfall, before attempting to start the fire.You want to gather more than enough firewood and kindling on the first try, because if the fire doesn’t sustain itself and goes out, you’ll be cursing that all the work you did in gathering the wood that went to waste.

Peel dry birch bark from trees, taking care to keep it as dry as possible  – I collected it in a plastic bag. It makes excellent kindling, as it will easily catch fire from a small spark, though it will burn out very quickly. Fir tree branches, excluding the needles, will come next in the fire, as it will spark and burn long enough to start the main fire. For the main fire, assuming you only have a knife and no axe and aren’t chopping down trees, gather plenty of branches, sticks and deadfall. Break and cut the wood into small pieces with the knife as necessary. Again, you’ll want wood that is as dry as possible. Once the fire is going, you can dry out any damp pieces around the fire. Throwing wet firewood  on could potentially smother the fire!

Once all the kindling and firewood was collected, we found a spot that was open enough that we didn’t burn down the forest above us. Piled and lined up the wood in the order I would need them – bag of birch bark, small to large piles of fir branches, and small and larger pieces of firewood.

Used a flat piece of dry firewood as my surface to start the fire – put a few handfuls of birch bark on top, held my carbon steel stick with the end braced down into the pile, and pressed down hard with the blunt end of my knife at a 45 degree angle to the steel, trying to create a spark that would catch in the bark. Once I saw  small flames, I threw the small fir branches on, as they spark and burn for a long time. As the pile sparked and smoked, I threw more and more fir branches on, Once the fir branches were burning well, I then put on more and successively larger pieces of wood…Once the fire starts growing, it’s important to keep adding the wood quickly to keep the momentum going.

Shortly after getting the fire started (ignore the bag of firewood, which we brought from home as a backup – I didn’t need it!)

I was lucky enough to get the fire started on the first try! Success was mostly due to collecting enough wood to get the fire going on the first try. And believe me, it was a lot of work gathering the wood.

Enjoying dinner. Again, you can see that ground insulation is important to preserving heat loss.

Fire is good for your well being

You actually don’t need a very big fire to cook food. Actually, we started with a much smaller fire for cooking dinner and still ended up burning the sausages. Mostly, the fire is good for your morale and well being, especially given that it was the dead of winter and snowing lightly at times. Plus it looks cool!

Another tip: before slipping into bed, we skipped back and forth (high knees!) to raise our body temperature.  If, during the night, you get really cold, get up and run around some more again. It’s surprising how much warmer it can make you.

I had 2 sleeping bags, one inside the other, to keep me warm during the night. I was getting so fed up with the slipperiness of the 2 bags, plus the thermarests, and slipping off the too narrow bed of branches, that I tried to close everything up as tight as possible. I woke up in the middle of the night almost in a panic attack because I thought I was trapped in the now too hot sleeping bags and didn’t want to wake Per up to loosen the strings on my bag, and I would overheat to death. But he did wake up from my squirming around, and managed to reassure me. Somehow later I managed to close up the bag too tightly again when I got cold during the night after the first ordeal.

Morning. Don’t do this – condensation builds up inside the bag, and wet stuff is bad news

Nutella and freshly made bread

Per made bread and oatmeal on the portable gas stove, as the temperature is much easier to regulate when cooking. It’s too easy (and fun) to make big, overkill campfires.

Portable gas stove

Lakeside campfire. Good thing about winter camping is absence of bugs!

04
May
09

Swedish Faux Pas

I just discovered that apparently, it’s considered poor form to brag about yourself, or to imply that you’re better than someone else in some way (in Swedish culture)… Quite the opposite from North America (particularly the US), where it’s all about shameless self promotion. Most critical component to success is in North America probably the ability to B.S. Hell, I live every day thinking about how much more intelligent and better I am than the average schmo. Seriously – people are dumb! I have little faith in our education system when I see kids these days! * shakes fist *

Could you imagine the disastrous results that could come of not realizing that about Sweden? Me, showing up for a job interview, talking non-stop about how great I am, only to wonder why I never get a phone back?

On the flip side, Swedes could get into a lot of trouble here in Canada too. Continuing on with the “everyone is equal” idea, students in Sweden call their professors by their FIRST NAME! (So if Per studied here, he could really get himself out of favour with the professors very quickly.) One way to make your Swedish university professor uncomfortable is to address them by their title, as one of my classmates from my Swedish class attested that his professor freaked out, telling him NOT to call him “Dr. Svensson (or whatever)” and instead by his first name.

Per doesn’t even bother to learn his teachers’ names! He received an email from a teacher, and Per complained that the teacher didn’t identify what course he was writing about in his email. Me, “But you’ve been sitting in his class for months now – don’t you know all your teachers’ names?” “Why would I do that?” Huh? But it’s basic courtesy and respect, to learn someone’s name! Especially, to show respect to the person who decides whether you pass! At least measuring by my experience, which I should have realized after uncovering many, many differences, is not the same as Swedish experience. Perhaps it’s due to our egos (relative to Sweden I mean) that our names are so important to us. Heck, half the male Swedes are probably named “Johan”, so having a unique name probably doesn’t matter! ;)

And apparently, if you’re pregnant and get on a bus in Sweden, people will not give up a seat for you. I read blogs online of people complaining about the “rudeness” of Swedes and wasn’t sure if I should take it at face value, and asked Per about it. “Why should a woman automatically get a seat just because she’s pregnant?” I was speechless. For me, giving a pregnant woman a seat is such common sense, that for me to try to reframe it in Swedish thinking… It goes against one of the most ingrained beliefs I hold! But I’m trying, with much difficulty, to accept that others hold different beliefs that aren’t necessarily wrong just because it differs from mine.

Again, I mention how huge the gap seems at times. And I repeat again, that so much of what we believe to be true is simply due to being a product of your environment, or country. The cultural misunderstandings continue…




About me

Originally, I created this page to hold all the little business cards I’ve accumulated over the years during my travels, in case I ever want to revisit. (Which would explain the oldest, brief posts with very little information.) I’m taking a year off from my job to travel through Hong Kong, China, Bangladesh, India, Thailand, Cambodia, (perhaps Malaysia or Laos?), and Singapore before heading down to Australia on a working holiday visa. This page is a way for me to keep in touch with family and friends, without innundating everyone with mass emails and unwanted long, boring stories that lose its meaning when “you had to be there”. More importantly, it’s a way for friends and family to quickly check that, yes, I’m still alive :)