Lost in Translation




My Norsk learning process requires lots of PATIENCE... both for myself and for people around me...especially my husband...or any Norwegian with the closest proximity :D

In one ocassion, this SILLY thing did happened:

Me (doing homework from  Norsk class) : "What is the meaning of  'Jeg vet ikke'?..."

T (reading his book) : "I don't know"  (without even looking at me)

Me (confused) : "Howcome you don't know???... Ok, maybe I was a bit unclear... What is the meaning of the sentence 'J-e-g... v-e-t ...i-k-k-e'?..."

T (a bit upset) : " I DON'T KNOW!..... Why are you keep asking me again...and again?..."

Me (irritated) : "I am asking you because I need to know... I am a  FOREIGNER...trying to learn YOUR LANGUAGE... instead of being supported...now you are yelling at me!..."

T (annoyed) : "Of course I am upset... You have to imagine... It is almost midnight...I am trying to relax by reading a book... and suddenly there is someone who keep asking you the same question again..and again even though it has been answered!..."

Me (still irritated) : "Hah?... has been answered?.... nonsense... I kept asking you the meaning of 'Jeg vet ikke' and you simply said that you don't know all the time.... It makes me feel ignored...unrespected...unheard...  It is so discouraging when I have no support for learning Norwegian!!!...."  .

Feeling like a DESPERATE STUDENT, I was stating my opinion in a slightly higher tone than normal and throwing away my notebook on the floor...in an effort to make a point... later on I regretted it as I found it difficult to mend a broken spiral binding (hmmm.... it was indeed not a smart gesture at all...)

T: ".......HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA................" (laughing)

Me (confused) :"Why are you laughing?... I am serious!...deadly serious!!!..."

T: "Why are you so stubborn?... I have told you the meaning and you kept asking me... You have to think about the time when you are asking for something...and don't get emotional easily... I told you that I don't know because  'JEG VET IKKE' in Norwegian means:  'I DON'T KNOW..."

Me: "Really?.... so...it means 'I don't know'?.... Ooopssss....No wonder... I am sorry for being so emotional.... Well...well... as a student,  I am more agressive than the teacher, I guess.... "

T: "Yes you are!"

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Moral of the story:

(1) Learning new language is a challenge... be patient, don't get discouraged and be upset easily.... :)

(2) Wait for the right time to ask questions. Some examples of bad timing to ask someone for help are:
- when the person is in the toilet doing his/her natural calls;
- when the person is trying to relax after a long tough working day;
- when the person is on the phone or in the middle of important conversation;
- when the person is in a bad mood... probably due to lack of coffee... lack of sleeping... lack of tea... lack of food :)

(3) Be a smart student, don't ask the same question again...and again.... You have to be clear about your intention when you ask questions: is it for testing your teacher's level of patience... or  something else :)

(4) Don't forget to say 'THANK YOU'  for any help or support  that you receive.

(5) Regardless of how slow you learn, you will have become a more educated person than before. Remember, where there is a will, there is a way.... Where there is a way, there is a hope....  So, don't give up hope of learning something new... :)

Size Does Matter




One of the most difficult thing that I have to face while shopping for dresses (for formal or semi-formal events) is finding my size which is: XS (US letter) or 2 (US) or 34 (Europe) or 4 (UK)... to make it simple... I just remember XS and 34... :)

And..... somehow.... I don't know why...  it is extremely difficult to find the extra small size for evening gown or cocktail dress here in Oslo... as if ....only those above medium-sized people went  to such events.

WHAT ABOUT US...the tiny little people???


I remember the last time I went shopping with Sari --my shopping buddy from Pakistan-- it was almost a mission impossible to find a nice cocktail dress for a friend's wedding. Yes, we did the traditional  pilgrimage shopping routes in Oslo and Sandvika...

In total, I did Bogstadveien, Gunerus, Sandvika Storsenter, Karl Johans Gate, Oslo City, some areas around Centrum, even Lierstoppen .... I don't remember about Lillestrøm....(ummm...what else?) .... It ended up with dissapointment 

Finally, when I fell in love with a beautiful, elegant, chic black and white maxi dress in a store somewhere in Majorstuen, the storekeeper said: "I am sorry...the dress does not have small size...."

...........WHOOOAAAAA....... So typical!..................

I have to leave the store...broken hearted...and looked at the dress again...for the last time... Once I found something that I really like, it would capture and haunt my mind for a very long time.... Well...at least till the end of the day...  :)

...

In one occassion... I went shoping with Lauren. She was...ummm....having some more extra pounds than me... It was almost a bit comical when I asked the storekeeper to find the smallest size...on the contrary ...Lauren asked for the biggest one. And.... guess what?.... They didn't have my size....

...

When I tried to find something on sale...the leftover items were normaly those extra sizes... XXXL, 42, 44...  I didn't even know that these sizes do exist. At one point... I feel marginalized...

Maybe I am just not in the right place at the right time with the right size?
...Hmmm....who knows?
...

Of course I could find my size...especially when I was lucky... It is easier to find the daily normal clothes with XS size than the formal attire with S size. 

However.... where there is a problem...there is a solution, right?... and here are the options:

(1) Identify stores that might have small size and make some mapping for the next shopping sessions. The next time you need something, you already know where to go and what to expect.

(2) Try online shopping... in addition to be relatively cheaper, we can choose the size, style, color etc  freely. What-You -Look-For-Is-What-You-Find...

(3) Shopping at children's section??? ...no...no...not again, trust me...the most difficult thing you have to choose is probably between the micky mouse, donald duck or hello kitty bling-bling on your shirt...

(4) Before travelling (especially going to countries with predominated tiny-sized people)..make sure that you prepare ' a have to buy' list. There...you will find bigger chance to find the dream dresses in your size.

(5) Well... in this case I have to admit that size does matter....and  the most practical solution is by adjusting my size (a bit)  ...Small is beautiful but... Big(ger) is necessary... :D


Yes-yes and Yes-No

I don't know why it is so difficult for me to say: "NO"
In a normal situation I would use the word  "NO" to:

(1) ...reject an offer for something that I don't like.
(2) ...refuse a request or an order that I don't wan't to do
(3) ...simply say "No"....because I don't feel comfortable with something

What happenned was... I WOULD SAY 'YES'  EVEN WHEN I MEANT 'NO'...




For some reasons... there will be a bad consciousness when you say 'No' for someone.

Is it something cultural?.....
Ummm.... I am not sure...
It might be something personal or combination of both cultural and personal.

...
In a daily setting it might be a problem, when we have a family dinner at my in laws for example:

T's mom: " Do you want more meat?..."
Me           : " Yes, please..."  

(Indeed, I was full, I didn't like the meat too much...but I don't want to make her down...
I knew how complicated it was to prepare the meal
)


T's dad    : "Do you want the aquavit?
 Me           : "Yes"
       
            (Noooooo.....I HATE aquavit!!!.... he gave me a genuine offer  though...
 and probably wanted me to try
)


T's brother: "Do you like the wine?..."
Me             : "Yes..."

 (Noooooo.... I DON'T LIKE IT!!!.... It's so bitter....and I wonder why someone dare enough
 to make a mass-production of this kind of thing.
...)


.........

Well... after some sessions of self-explanation... mixed with my husband's confussion of why it's so difficult for me to say 'No' .... he finally got it...

Since then....  he and the other family members always doing a double checking with me when I said 'Yes'

"Do you mean Yes-YES or Yes-NO?..."

as times goes by...I taught  myself to say 'No'....  and of course...there is no harm for others to conduct a double verification:

"Do you mean No-NO or No-YES?..."

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Lessons-learned:

(1)  When meeting someone from different background and culture (especially Asian countries), DON'T take it for granted when he/she says 'YES'  or  'NO'  (especially 'YES')..... he/she might meant something different....

(2) It's ok to say 'No' without feeling guilty.... Everyone is entitled to say 'No' for something that he/she doesn't  like... I believe that it must be written somewhere in the universal declaration of human rights as part of...ummmm....ummm.... let me think.... Aha!  it is called: "FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION".... see... I knew it :D

The Thing Called: 'Chili'




It seems to be a small simple red thing that you can buy especially in Grønland area... The store in Brugata is my favourite one....

For me (and most people from my country) it is a big thing.... an important element of your food....to spice up the taste... to make the eating process as an experience that you will surely enjoy.... Without it, the food seems to be dull. plain and boring. People call this thing as: 'Chili'.

The first time I cooked a typical Indonesian dish (Padang food, which is known to use LOTS OF chili)... I have to struggle to find T's (or Norwegian in general) level or tolerance toward spicy hot food.

When the recipe mentioned: "use 10 chilies....."
I would, of course not going to use 10 chilies....(come on... I don't want T to have a post traumatic-chili eating disorder )
Then... I used only 5 chilies instead
and T complained: 
it is too hot.

Ok,
At the next cooking session I reduced it to 3 chilies...
Still too hot...

then... I used 2 chilies...
too hot...

1 chili
It's hot

At the end... I use NO CHILI at all....
and T seems to be happy with my food.

Well...well..... It's a big sacrifice for me, indeed.
As the compensation...I usually make an extra very hot dish (with lots of chilies) aside the main dishes and warn T for not eating it for his own sake.

O ya, I should warn him again when he wanted to give me a kiss:
"PLEASE DON'T KISS ME...BECAUSE I AM TOO HOT!" :D

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Moral of the story:

1. Everyone has his/her own level of tolerance toward spicy food, so.... Respect it!

2. Don't let your guests have a post- traumatic chili eating-disorder... Avoid it! 

3. Chili is good :D

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It Takes Two for Tango...

Well.....first of all... I cannot dance tango... :D

But people know that it takes two to make it happens....

Having a mixed marriage (Indonesia: me----Norway: my husband, T) makes me realize that everyday life could be a struggle when two different cultures meeting each other.

It could be a simple thing or a simple moment that makes both --or one of--  us laughed, upset, annoyed, confused, wondered, amazed....

This will be a blog about  'the culture shock moments' that me and T have... as a reflextion that we--as two individuals, with two different background and yet unite in a bond called marriage...in the name of love.




and let us begin our journey

:)
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Les mer i arkivet » August 2010
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