22 Swedish farts

🤣 🤣 🤣 Well oh gosh, what a fart-obsessed country. As a non native English speaker I sometimes wondered a little what Anglophones in Sweden must think of all those farts and sluts and others being so prevalent everywhere and about Swedes being so uninhibited and open about their farting habits, but never analysed it so closely. It’s ridiculous hahahaha. 😀

Watching the Swedes

outfart or infart dr heckle funny wtf signs

One of the fun things about learning a foreign language are the words that are rude, or funny in your own language.

Swedish has a few of them: slut, kräpp, plopp, kock, spurt

But the funniest one is probably the most purile; it is the ever prevailing ‘fart’, especially when you see it on street signs. This is the word that has most visitors to Sweden holding their sides with laughter.

Even after all these years, I can still have a little giggle when I think about the word ‘fart’ and its various usages in Swedish. In Swedish, ‘fart’ can mean a lot of things such as speed, drive, route, pace, spirit, vivacity, rate. But it is when it is put together with another word that it becomes amusing. Childish, I know…but here we go…

  1. utfart – ‘out fart’ – exit from a building
  2. uppfart – ‘up fart’ – driveway

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And where is zofijka?

Hhrrru?

It’s Misha. I wonder, where is Zofijka? I haven’t seen her in a while. She haven’t been home at all this week too. They say she’s on a trip. I must admit, I miss her a little. It’s sometimes boring without her. But I get lots of yummy food, and everyone is pampering me. I can do just what I want, I don’t have to do what Zofijka tells me. It’s very nice. Oh well, last night I couldn’t do what I wanted, but then it was OK. I lied down to sleep at my favourite sofa in the living room, and at night I heard someone calling me. It was Mila. She found me, and wanted me to go with her to her room so that we could sleep together. It was real late, I guess she couldn’t sleep without me or something. Like I don’t care about the time but it could be around 3 AM I guess because we have a big clock in the living room and it was chiming three times. I was pissed off. I just slept so well, had such a nice dream. And people say I am selfish. They’re selfish. Selfish like shelfish. I am not selfish. If I was selfish, I wouldn’t go with her. But I did… um, OK, I did, because she had my favourite snacks. I couldn’t resist. But then it was OK, because we lied in bed together and it was very nice and we snuggled. We both felt asleep quickly and Mila said in the morning that I am the best sleeping pill in the world. she always says so when I sleep with her. I know it, I have a sleeping mousse in my bones and when someone lies beside me, they doze off immediately. and this mousse is addictive, so after some short time you can’t fall asleep without me. Mila says she will have a present for me. I wanted to know what it will be, but she only said that it’s a toy. I’m so curious. I’m always curious. About so many things. And I’m curious when will Zofijka come back.

Mishpurrs.

Misha

My peeps are back.

Hhrrru?

It’s Misha. My human parents were out on the trip for a few days. And Zofijka went to grandparents’. I of course stayed home with Mila and Olek, my peeps never take me anywhere with them. I slept most of those three days. But I also had lots of fun with Mila. We played with beans. We snuggled for hours, we started to like each other even more. And I had so many yummy snacks. Mila said that even I deserve to have holidays and so should get more yummy food. I was really happy. Zofijka popped in for a while yesterday and I was a bit frightened she came back, I don’t like to be with Zofijka when Mum isn’t around, but she just stroked me and said I am a very lovely baby.

I like to be alone when I can choose it and when I can always come back to others when I want but I don’t like being lonely, so I was sticking to Mila all the time and she kept saying it’s so much not like me. It is, but I reeally don’t like being forced to be lonely. And I am just nosy so wanted to see all what she was doing. Mila said I was behaving very well.

And a few hours ago I heard them coming back. We both actually thought it’s Olek but it turned out they came back. We were very surprised.

Everyone wanted to hug me, and they were so nice to me. I hoped they’ll have something for me, maybe a toy or a treat or something, but they didn’t have anything. But Mum went to the kitchen and gave me my favourite sauce. I love it so so so much. I am not sleepy at all, I slept all day through and now I want to play, but Zofijka seems tired and hungry and eats and eats all the time and is kinda grumpy.

I liked it when we were alone but now it’s really cool when we are all together.

I wouldn’t like to be a vegetarian, but veggies are interesting.

Hhrrru?

Yes it’s me Misha, I know you all know it already. For those who don’t, you most probably haven’t meet me before. I am Misha an dI am 2 years old and I am Mila’s Russian cat who likes to hang out with peeps and animals, but am also afraid of them. And I don’t know many animals, only a few dogs and aquarium fish, and spiders and flies. I like to play, particularly with natural toys, not the ones you can get at a cat shop. You’d better either make me a toy yourself or give me something simple and natural to play with like a feather or a leaf and I’ll be far more happy, and for longer. I am a minimalist, when it comes to play, and most other things, but I still like to have it comfy around me, and I’m very picky as for food. Because I am an aristocat obviously.

SO that’s a little about me for those of you who didn’t know me before or didn’t know me from the beginnings of Mila’s blog.

I wanted to tell you I am starting to explore the potential of vegetables. I really like them. I’ve been only familiar with flowers or other plants before, I like to smell them, and I loved to bite them, but now people don’t let me bite them because one day I had eaten a lot of some decorative grass that was very sharp, and then I was very sick. I’m sure I wouldn’t get sick again, I wouldn’t even eat that much, and we don’t have that grass any longer, but the peeps are constantly watching me when I’m around any plants. Zofijka says it hurts them when I bite them, I wonder if that’s true, how do you think? After all peeps and other animals do eat plants, so even if they hurt, it looks like it has to be so. Unless they kill their plants before they eat them so they don’t feel the pain.

A few days ago though, Mum was in the garden picking some peep food and she come out with some very funny stuff in the basket. I came closer to it and pulled one of those things from the basket. It looked so cool, so nice to play with, just perfect for me. As long and thin as me. Mum came in to the kitchen. “Oh, our little Misha likes beans. Maybe we’d make some bean soup for you, sweetie?”. No, I don’t want bean soup, I want to play with it. I pulled another bean from the basket. And I played with them both. And then Mila played with me as well, and that was so nice. I engaged in the play so much that I clicked loudly and hhrrrued as I always do when something absorbs me completely, and even bit them, and after some time they were bitten all over, but they weren’t yummy. Then Mila packed me up into the veg basket which was empty now gave me my beans and brought me to her room. I played in that small basket on her bed. I knocked it over so that only my head was in it and the basket turned upside down and covered me. And I much preferred playing under it with my little beans. Mila said I looked like a happy baby. But I’m not a baby, am I? I’m 2 years old, I am an adult man. But they always treat me like a baby. But sometimes it’s good. And I still like playing with beans even though I’m 2 already. We Russian blues are always very playful. My beans were with me even at night and I played with them, and when someone held them I was following them everywhere, because I love beans, but then I played with them in the kitchen and throwed them around everywhere and I lost them. And there are no more beans, because Mum baked them. I’m mad at her. I want my beans back! But my toys often get lost and no one bothers finding them for me.

Besides beans, I had also tasted another yucky thing recently, that looked interesting. Last week Mila has bought some peep snacks and treats from other countries for herself and other peeps. They came in a big, rustling cartonboard, which I loved. They opened it and before they even unpacked it I went inside and lied on the packets. Mila said that this thing on top seems most yummy. They are so doting on me, particularly Mila, that they were afraid to get me out of there, because I lied so comfortably. Finally though I went out and they unpacked everything. But the cartonboard is still here and I like to lie or play in it, there are also some packets in it that wait for Zofijka and I like to play with them and kneat and flop them down with my paws. Zofijka will have everything crumbled when she comes back home. Anyway, Mila has bought herself some potato chips from America, apparently just because they’re spicy and because they have Jack in their name, and she’s bought them for Dad too because he is Jacek. For me that’s very odd but anyway. They sounded very nice when she opened them. And it interested me a lot. SO I came closer to her. I hoped it’s some snacks for me, btw isn’t it cruel she hasn’t bought anything for me? But it wasn’t for me but for the peeps. But she gave me one chip. It smelled weird, but interesting. I came even closer and smelled the chip carefully. I touched it with my paw, and licked for a while. And then I bit it. I didn’t eat it, but I bit it and I felt its taste. It was yuck and so hot. I went downstairs straight away annd gulped down all the water from my Mishbowl.

Today Mila said I should get a prize. Because I am learning to sleep in bed the whole night. I’ve slept two nights in a row on Mila’s bed, but not in my basket. Yesterday I slept on her pillow, and last night I slept on her feet, wrapped up in blanket. I like sleeping in bed more now. and Mila said I should be prescribed as a medicine for people who have cold feet. I wouldn’t like it though. I think usually peeps have very smelly feet and even if your peeps have too, it’s easier to stand a familiar yucky smell than smell some stranger’s feet hehe. We both slept very well.

And I got my prize. She got me very jelly-like snacks. I like anything thick and jellied, as you know. And I was soooo happy. 🙂

Plu – Fyddai’m Yn Ddiarth (I Won’t Be Strange).

Hi. 🙂

Today I have a special song for you, and let me elaborate a bit more on my impressions related to it. Well it won’t be an elaborate, but a bit longer post than usual song of the day posts. 🙂

I like how it oftentimes happens that blogging, or more exactly, preparing to write a post, makes me actually think a bit more in depth.

I realised that I haven’t posted anything by my current music crush Gwilym Bowen Rhys in the song of the day series, neither by himself or one of the bands he has collaborated with, which is a terrible neglect given how important all my music crushes are to me, so that, as I often said it before, the word crush in reference to them feels a bit ridiculous but I suppose there’s nothing more adequate in English.

Anyway, I thought I’d share with you a song by the band Plu – which consists of the siblings Elan, Marged and Gwilym, and which I introduced to you before. I absolutely love their often very otherworldly sounds. Elan is the main vocalist in Plu but there are a few songs that Gwilym sings and this is one of them. I love both Elan and Marged’s voices but obviously since Gwilym is my crush I particularly love the songs he sings solo, and I love how he’s great on the instrumental side as well, with all the string instruments he plays in Plu, it’s brainmelting. 😀

But then, I started to wonder. What does actually the title of this song mean? You know, usually, when someone is your music crush, you want, and should, know everything possible about their music, their lyrics etc. and that’s just the minimum. But, things look slightly more complicated if your music crush sings in Cymraeg (Welsh), which is such an uncommon language that people rarely are aware it exists, not to mention music in this language, and you’re just a bit more than a beginner in this language. It’s certainly not a norm or even common things for Welsh language songs’ lyrics to be in the Internets, not to mention their English translations. And it’s not always that easy to figure out the lyrics without having them written down, particularly if you’re just a little bit more than a beginner, in any language, right?

I sometimes am able to figure out the lyrics or some big part of it, but that’s not a usual thing. So, if I have completely no idea, I usually just enjoy the music itself, and the sound of the language, and sometimes it enlightens me after the months of listening to a particular song as for what it is about. And I never particularly wondered what this one is about. Or rather, yes, I did, but it wasn’t something incredibly important for me.

And so now I had a dilemma and realised I can’t even figure out the title of this song. I felt my linguistic self-esteem dropping. Well actually there was just one word, I didn’t understand, but it seemed very significant. I knew what fyddai’m yn (I won’t) means, but what puzzled me was what the check does ddiarth (or actually diarth) means.

It took me a while to find out, its meaning and everything seemed to point that diarth means – yes, it means strange. Hmm, and that made me wonder even more. Does that mean “I Won’t Be Strange” then? That sounds, well, strange! And very enigmatic for a song title, doesn’t it?

So I started to wonder, what it can be about. What’s so bad about being strange? I actually like it (mostly), if I wouldn’t, it’s doubtful I would learn Welsh language or listen to Welsh music, not to mention all of my other quirks, be them linguistic or not. 😀 I always thought this song is more or less about love, so I started to make up with more or less crazy ideas how being strange can disturb one’s relationships with his loved ones, and how to change it. 😀 I was so intrigued what the meaning behind the title could be, that I listened to the song for a few times, focusing solely on the language and finding as many familiar words as possible. I’ve found quite a few of them, but not many really consistent phrases so it was still hard for me to figure out all the other words which meanings I didn’t know and fill in the gaps I had. However it was funny to come up with various ideas as for what it could be about, and why it is bad to be strange.

I don’t know, maybe in the case of this song the word diarth has some different, more sophisticated meaning, anyway, it all got me very fascinated. And also, I think the word diarth sounds fabulous. And soo strange, in a way. I love it for some reason.

As for the song itself as I said it’s one of my most favourites by Plu, but it’s also one of my most favourites of all the songs I know sung by Gwilym.

I hope you’ll enjoy it as well. 🙂 It’s a pity though it’s on Spotify and not somewhere else that would be fully accessible for more people to listen fully, but that’s life.

Does anyone else love suitcases?

Hhrrru?

It’s Misha. I’m a little sad today. Zofijka’s going on a camp for an entire week. Yes, I know, I know, I’ve said many times that I am afraid of Zofijka, and I am, a bit, but I still like her, there’s no one else who plays with me as much as she does, and I would sleep all the time and fall into coma if not her. I feel it is going to be an awfully boring week. I hope the other peeps won’t go anywhere. They’re talking about Sweden, I hope they won’t go there. I like to be alone, but not lonely. And if your completely cut off from all the other beings that are alive in the world, besides all the yucky bacteria that I apparently have inside of me, as Zofijka says, so if you’re cut off from everyone and stuck in the house for a week you feel lonely and it isn’t funny anymore. Well, there will be Olek, but he’s mostly at work or goes out with his friends so I won’t see him a lot. I am afraid he will forget to feed me if they go away. But maybe I shouldn’t worry yet…

What I actually wanted to tell you is that in some way I like when someone is going somewhere for a longer time. I like to assist them with packing. Zofijka has such a large suitcase! I love it. Sleeping in all the possible suitcases is one of the most attractive holiday activities for me! Zofijka’s suitcase is particularly cosy. She wanted me to go out and lie beside it if I like it so much but I didn’t, I just stayed there so she had it a bit difficult to pack, with such an extra luggage, so she had to put all her things over me. But I didn’t care. It was a bit too tight, but still very warm and cosy, and I tink I always look very appealing in a good suitcase, no matter how much other stuff are there besides hehehehe. Everyone was amazed when they were coming to Zofijka’s room.

Unfortunately now Zofijka is packed and the suitcase is closed, and I can only lay on it, which isn’t as interesting. And I wish I could do something so she wouldn’t go tomorrow. Who will play with me? I think I’ll spend the rest of the day with Zofijka.

Mishpurrs.

Misha Pisha

It’s Misha Pisha.

Hhrrru?

How are you guys doing? I just wanted to pop in for a while, I will write something longer tomorrow. I wanted to tell you I have a beautiful day today. It’s raining and it looks like we’ll be having a massive gale in a while, but I don’t care, I’m tucked up in my favourite blanket and I’m lying on Mila’s bed and purring. I only purr when I’m very very happy and secure. I like to lie on this blanket and snuggle into it, it’s so soft and warm and it smells like me already. Mila says I look like a little baby now and that I am very beautiful. I surprised her again, she didn’t know I’m here. She came in to her room and sat on the bed and then she saw me beside her and was very happy. And we lied for a while and I purred. And Zofijka came in for a while too. Both Zofijka and Mila have lots of nicknames for me. And today Zofijka calls me Misha Pisha all the time. And I like it. I like being Misha Pisha. Not like it means anything, it’s just my nickname. Sometimes Mila calls me Cisza, cisza means silence in Polish and they say it fits me very well because I am so so quiet. How do you like my new nickname Misha Pisha? And what’s going on for you guys?

Pishpurrs

Misha Pisha