Practice Driving & Seeing Friends

It's Easter holiday. I go to the gym, sleep in and watch TV. 

The other day Vidar and I made a belated birthday dinner for his momma at our house.

The casserole

with potatoes and garlic,

 ready to go into

the oven

- in our household

we eat insane amounts

of garlic

For dessert I made a honey and lemon

pannacotta, served with lime-marinated 

strawberries on top

I forgot to take a photo, though

Someone needs a hair-and face-cut, STAT!

Last weekend I went for a sleepover at my dad's house. I've slept over once these past five years, so I felt another sleepover was due. 

We first went to pick up my 17-year-old sister at her boyfriend's house.

Veronika and her hubby

Veronika is currently practice driving, with the goal of getting her driver's license on her 18th birthday.

It was a thrill being a passenger for the first time with my 6-years-younger sister behind the steering wheel - it almost felt like we were doing something illegal!

She's a good driver!

Watching the ice melt from my dad's porch

The add for Maybelline's Fit Me foundation is currently running on Norwegian television.

I laugh every time I see it.

Why? Because it promises

"Flawless. Lets the real you come through.

Beyond matching: Fresh, breathing, natural skin"

Something makes me think my sister didn't get the memo:

Oh, well.

She still looks hot, though.

She is totally going to kill me for posting these photos of her doing her makeup. 

But it's so fascinating! *whiny voice*

Daddio

Benedicte, whom I studied Japanese with, is now studying Fashion in England.

She's currently back in Norway for a short Easter-stint, and the other day Wictoria, Karoline, Asaki and I went to her house to catch up.

All of the girls, except for Karoline and I, have had a drastic hair cut! For the first time, since I chopped it off a couple of years ago, again I'm the one with the longest hair!

Benedicte

(Here you go, you Benedicte-stalker-on-

Kine's-blog-from-Leeds-England-I-cant-totally-see-

you-going-through-all-of-my-blog-posts-and

saving-all-photos-of-her-you-probably-have-your

own-Benedicte-shrine-in

your-bedroom-I-don't-blame-you)

Wictoria,

charming as always

Since I'm only almost 5 ft 10, naturally I need all help I can get from hight-increasing devices. So I got Vidar to buy me these shoes with 4 inches heels. Naturally.

Trip to London

The past few weeks I've been studying for my much dreaded oral exam that I have on Friday. I even had a small melt-down yesterday - even though I'm pretty well prepared, and will be even better prepared by the time I actually have the exam.

But sometimes I get a bit overwhelmed, by the fact that all my hard work and effort throughout these past six months will be judged based on how I perform during an 15 minute oral exam. Six months away from home, away from my job and everyone I love - and the grades I got from Beijing University don't count for anything, other than that I passed - and now hundreds and hundreds of hours diligently studying is supposed to boil down into a 15-minute performance.  

Oh, the pressure. 

So then I cry.

And then I pick myself up and try to put everything in perspective, and even write myself a little note that I keep in my pocket at all times, basically saying that everything is going to be alright.

I'm smart and I've studied hard, still it doesn't mean I'm spared for a few pre-exam anxiety attacks now and then, haha!

(And any attempt to consolement I easily consider as patronizing, unless YOU've studied Chinese yourself - and are familiar with the horrendous curriculum I'm being tested in)

Anyway.

A couple of weeks ago Dag and I went to London to shop for makeup.

Dag, especially, loves shopping for makeup, as you can imagine. 

And buy outrageously expensive food at the airport in Oslo. 

I'm telling you, the prices in Norway make me embarrassed to be Norwegian and thinking that we even have tourists coming over here... Poor people. This baguette cost the same as a week's worth of groceries in China.

I remember the first time I met my speaking partner, Zhou, in Beijing, she was talking about how she wanted to study abroad in either the US and Norway, and I was like "don't come to Norway, it's too expensive!!", and I immediately got the feeling that one of my fellow Norwegian classmate that heard me saying it thought I was being rude. But I think it would have been even more rude not to warn her - considering that a bottle of water at 7/11 in Norway cost as much as four meals at the campus cafeteria at Beijing University. I almost feel ashamed. I feel bad for the Chinese students in Norway.

.. escaping a world of snow and ice..

England!

I've never been to England, so I was pretty excited.

Unfortunately I make a lousy tourist, practically uninterested in seeing any touristy sites.

I was there to shop for cosmetics!!

Spent way too many of these..

I was looking forward to get my hands on some cosmetic brands that we don't have in Norway, like Urban Decay and Too Faced - sure, I can buy it online, but it's much more fun to get my hands dirty, which I literally did, constantly having the back of my hands covered in swatches throughout the stay.

And they've got a Mac Pro store in London as well! That I didn't knew, and it was a big treat, since I got to buy a few items that they only sell at the Pro stores (- and I'm talking about Mac Cosmetics - not, Mac as in 'Apple', hello)

We stayed at a nice hotel with a bath tub! Hallelujah! So we went to Lush to stock up on bath bombs and bath melts, and-bath-whatever-they-had-that-I've-always-wanted-to-try-but-I-don't-have-a-bath-tub-stuff.

God, I wish I had a bath tub

At some fancy Indian place

I don't know this lady

Omg! Metallic-bronze colored

Ferrero Rocher pie thing!

Dag bought a couple of cupcakes, 

but we didn't have time

to eat them before we got on the plane heading home,

and they'd been in his bag the entire day, lol

I bought so much stuff at Lush.

I'm a sucker for products and cosmetics in general, and you'll be able to sell me anything - just throw it at me, my arms are wide open!

I've fallen in love with this scrub

from Lush,

luckily we have Lush shops in Norway as well

- even though it's a lot cheaper in the UK!

I hate my new camera.

I don't enjoy taking photos anymore.

So I don't.

My idiot proof Nikon D60 died a couple of weeks before leaving Beijing, and I got a new one, D5100, which also is supposed to be for idiots. Seemingly I'm too much of an idiot, because I can't seem to just switch it on, set it on idiot-mode and immediately be able to take photos that I'm happy with.

In England I even had a dream that I was so depressed that I wasn't able to use my new camera and that I cried - I even think I cried a little IRL while dreaming.

I don't want to learn any technical stuff! I hate technical stuff! I just want to take nice photos. Bah