Hookin' up with mom

A few days ago I met up with my Bangkokian friend May - the big shot journalist - who's been on her own little tour around Scandinavia. It was so weird seeing her in Norway!

No, I'm not a ladyboy

It turned out May knew this Thai guy living in the building next to mine at Bjølsen student village, and we went to his house to make green curry.

Such a small world!

Poc is a master student at my university - I didn't even know there were any Thai students at my school, let alone one who's living right next door to me!

Poc is learning Norwegian, and I'd use any excuse to practise my Thai - do I smell a speaking partner?

Canned lychees in syrup

Yesterday I brought Asaki and hubby to my childhood home in Lier.

It's a Godforsaken place.

The "21" family

Mm, lamb chops

Asaki

Momma and Vidar

They kept us entertained for literally minutes

Miang Kham

Miang Kham is a traditional Thai /Laos snack where, in this case, salty peanuts, chunks of fresh ginger, pieces of lime, raw onion and roasted coconut is topped with palm syrup ad wrapped in Chaplu leaves

The name can be interpreted as meaning "eating many things in one bite" - from miang (เมี่ยง), meaning "food wrapped in leaves", and kham (คำ), "a bite".

To me the flavours are way too intense, and remembering one time when I was a kid and ate too much of this stuff to the point I felt sick, I stay away from it.


But the Japanese person loved it:

Rice noodles and broth

Badabing, badabang
Noodle soup!

Silje, my childhood friend whom I've known since the age of four still lives in the same building as where I grew up, stopped by.

Silje

Snøball,
also known as
Mr. Grumpypants

My mom is quite the character.




And pretty tiring.

Yay! I feel so petite

The end.

Celebrating Easter

Lately I've had a lot of time on my hands.


And that can, in addition to shamefully large amounts of photos of the narcissistic kind, easily result into 70s wallpaper inspired fingernails:





The end of this semester is nearing, and I've only got a week's worth of classes left before I'm supposed to be getting ready for exams and be writing term papers and shit, about whether or not the persecution of religious leaders during Mao's China truly was motivated only by atheism.

(I even figured that topic out myself. I tell ya, being a university student is one long exercise in self-inflicted pain).

I've actually finished my (first) bachelor's degree at the University of Oslo after this semester.

Bah, humbug.

I wish I had the brains for learning useful stuff. Like economics. Or accounting. Or business.

At least I make one hell of a tourist, being able to buy insurance at the post office in Japan, and discuss American football in Chinese.


Anyway, Lotte and I are slowly getting ready for six months in Beijing. We've bought plane tickets, paid for the insurance and sent applications to Peiking University.

So I'll be attending the same university as Mao Zedung went to.

That'll be a hoot and a half.



Yesterday Vidar and I went to his momma's house for the first barbecue of the year:

Linus,
The star of the family

Note to self:
It's very mean to take
photos of people
while they're eating

Ginormous easter egg