Since Last Time

After nearly a month of silence, I got a worried comment by my sole blog reader, mr. Veerendra  (from Hyderabad, India).

So, before he organizes a search and rescue team; Mr. Veerendra, this one is for you 

 

The truth is, I can't be bothered pretending to have an eventful life to keep blogging about it several times a week.

I'm learning a real trade now, studying to become a social worker - it's serious stuff - and that process is very little entertaining to neither blog nor read about.

So, life passes by, and the only stuff I photograph is my dinner:

 

 I miss Korean barbecue in Beijing

 

 

Cooking a chicken with a can of beer

up its arse 

 

And sometimes, my finger nails:

Last week, I provided excellent moral support, watching Vidar put together our new bed.

That was a hoot and a half, as I'm sure you can imagine

 

Last week, I finally got to collect a souvenir that my friend Morten got for me when he traveled to Argentina nearly three years ago.

 This comes in handy,

especially since I'm trying out this new image,

being 'friendly-Kine',

so God knows I need an outlet

for suppressed 

annoyance and bitchiness 

 

And the other day my diplomas from

the University of Oslo

finally arrived

Oh, this one is a treat:

Vidar and I moved into our apartment in May, and some time later we went to IKEA, got a lamp, got it up  - and then found out, there's no light switch. FOL (Fuck our lives)

 And if we want a light switch we have to get an electrician to connect it, and pay for it ourselves. That's like, at least 1500 NOK. Ahh.

So that project is still unfinished, but now autumn has arrived and it's getting dark earlier - so we need more light!

 

 See, no light switch

 

 More dinner photos

Last weekend, after two and a half years, my mother and Vidar's mother met for the first time. It was pretty nerve wrecking, but my mother behaved well most of the time.

 

My sister is turning 18 next month!

(And she has cut her own bangs) 

Vidar turned 30 yesterday, woop woop!  

 We went to a restaurant in Oslo

called Alex sushi, 

where they sell expensive, raw fish 

 Fancy place.

The chefs are probably Vietnamese, 

but have been instructed not to speak Vietnamese

to each other in front of costumers, so they

speak Norwegian

- and occasionally "blurt" something

appropriate out in Japanese (seemingly with a 

Vietnamese accent).

Anything to maintain the 

authentic image, I guess

Christmas Spirit

Christmassy stuff provided by IKEA and care packages from home

Friday afternoon we gathered at Wictoria's crib for some seriously wholesome activities (sounds dodgy, ey?)

We'd bought a ginger bread house puzzle that we wanted to put together while drinking mulled wine (without the wine, so I guess we just had "mulled" then, hardy har..) and listening to Christmas carols on trusty ol' youtube.

Wictoria and the ginger bread puzzle from IKEA

Struggling to get it out?

Benedicte in despair
over the pieces of broken ginger bread
caused by the somewhat violent treatment it got
on the bike ride home from the train station

An almond "in the soaking", waiting to be peeled and shoved into a bowl of risengrynsgrøt

Teamwork
Please notice Benedicte's elegant pink rubber gloves

Mulled wine essential

Hello, frosting!

Merii kurisumasu!

Hello, sugar rush and cheesy smile
Imma be the new Jane Fonda. Just slightly more manish.
Can you feel the burn?
I look scary

Benedicte, drawing
All of my friends are so creative!
I consider myself to be guilty (honored) by association

Normally you're supposed to keep the ginger bread house for a while and let it collect dust. But neither of us wanted to keep it, so...

Wictoria showing off her mad Karate (TaeKwon-Do?) skills

Yeah, act all innocent

Going home for Christmas...

.. yeah right.

Today we were really rebellious. Instead of going home after school we went to.. Funabashi!

Wictoria, Benedicte, Kuniyoshi and I went to Funabashi to see Twilight, and I think we all (well, maybe not Kuniyoshi) were salvating throughout the entire movie. Tsk, tsk.

I'm paparazziing Katinka, don't tell her

Cat wears some serious bling

Kosuka sensee

On the train station at school we ran into one of our teachers, Kosuka sensee. Poor lady turned so shy when I shoved the camera in her face.

So I had to be quick.

Wictoria

Hello, Christmas spirit!.. (?)

Royal Milk Tea and Strawberry flavoured Kit Kat!
Collecting Kit Kat has turned into my new hobby.
I've also tasted Miso-soup flavoured Kit Kat once, it was pretty good

Cake!

Then, people, after the movies we walked to IKEA! It was like being back home in Norway.

Even though IKEA is Swedish.

"Jokkmokk"?

My bedroom.
Of course I keep all the price tags on - don't you?

No, no, no.
What is Wictoria doing in my bedroom

Benedicte's crib.
She doesn't even take her shoes off when she's inside her house

Swedish meatballs!
Haha, I was not at all prepared for the mulled wine to be SO spiked!
Getting drunk at IKEA, only in Japan

Wictoria's new hat.
It's very practical

Today's catch!
(Jada, mamma, jeg vet at det ikke er lørdag i dag)