Hey Wonny, how about a t-shirt?

It's our second to the last day in Stockholm, and we've moved out from our temporary home for the past three weeks in Odengatan 12, which was only rented out for the month of April. My mother's friend from college, Tita Y is married to the prefect of the law school, offered to take us in for one night before we head home.

So here we are in Västmannagan 12, where this post is very openly shared with us by unsecured wireless network Wonny.

So the foreign words above, are the street names (I think gatan means street but that's coming from the girl who bought sour cream because there was a picture of a cow in the packaging thinking it was milk so don't trust me haha) and the number that follows it is the street number. We're on the third floor, which in the Philippines would be the fourth, because they start with floor zero over here.

We've just finished our last minute shopping, buying t-shirts galore. Shirts for grandmother, father, mother, brother, sister, baby, boyfriend, assistant, helper 1, helper 2, driver and bodyguard. Swedish customs will probably be amazed in the various Sverige (Swedish for Sweden), Stockholm, We love Stockholm, Absolut Sweden, Stockholm University, Stockholm Universitet and Stockholm the beautiful capital of Scandinavia t-shirts that range from XS to XXL.

Every store attendant has greeted me or my mother with either "Hey" or "Hey Hey," which I find totally refreshing instead of our usual "Hi" or "Hello." I think the Swedish say it better though with their accent. My mother is afraid of the Hey. In her experience, people have tended to say it a bit loudly, scaring the bejesus out of her. Ma also thinks the Hey is the Swedish counterpart of the Filipino Hoy, which I think could be right but not really because we usually yell out the Hoy when we're pretty pissed. But maybe that's just me.

LinkSys-ComHem-Nas

Stealing
This time I'm really stealing wi-fi. I'm sitting like a guilty thief with my mom's laptop typing this as fast as I can without the grammatical and spelling errors. I'm in a rented apartment in Stockholm where there are about 10 secured networks and yes, one unsecured network: LinkSys-ComHem-Nas. This morning, just as my mom and I were about to step out to head to the university, he catches me. Suddenly he has a pass key. He's caught on that I steal his wi-fi in the mornings before 9 a.m. Well, that doesn't stop me. That's why I'm doing this now, in the dark, while trying to find and english program on swedish television.

Sweden: Where only Jessica Simpson speaks english
The past couple of nights, there have been some American movies in one of the channels but in the morning, I'm stuck with Alyssa Milano's SheerCover commercial and Jessica Simpson's ProActiv commercial. Those two commercials were the only English on TV. But why do I watch TV when I can go out and explore and freeze my ass off? But I'm not wasting my vacation sitting in front of the TV. It's just when I slather lotion all over my body before I head out and 7 degrees hits me in the face and spreads throughout my body like a laser blast.

Walking
If I don't lose weight from all the walking thats going to happen in three weeks, a vessel is going to burst. And I don't mean ship. I love how everyone walks here. I love how public transportation is organized, on time, efficient. I love the Tunnelbana and the SL buses and bike lanes and street parking and the pedestrian lanes which vehicles respect. There is no traffic in Stockholm ladies and gentlemen. and I've only heard one car horn in the four days that I've been here. As a Filipino driver myself, I couldn't last a day without honking the good ol' horn at the nearest fool who gets in front of my car.