Showing posts with label studying Chinese. Show all posts
Showing posts with label studying Chinese. Show all posts

Friday, June 1, 2012

Post-final Exam Barbecuing and Sorrow-Drowning


Isak with his own home-made brew
(no moonshine)


After having survived the final 6-hour written Chinese exam on Wednesday, we all gathered outside after the ordeal, ready to drown our sorrows in alcohol (alcohol consumption on campus, oh yeah!)


Song Laoshi

Our former Chinese teacher from the first year came with his two yittle sons, Stian and Håkon; their momma's Japanese and their dady Chinese, and they're growing up in Norway - learning both Japanese and Chinese from their parents, lucky bastards.


Song Jr. I


Margrethe together with
Song Jr. II




Silje

Lars


Hot dogs or 热狗 (as in 'hot dog', lol)




Kai


Ting











And that's the end of my Chinese studies. Such a waste of good suffering.

One more term paper to write and I'm so outta here!


Two completed, good-for-nothing, bachelor degrees and four years wasted at the university.

It's time to learn a real trade!

Monday, February 20, 2012

New Speaking Partners & Final Semester


Wow, I look bitchy when I'm watching TV


So I got a B on my Chinese oral exam, hallelujah! 

But there sure isn't any time for any rest and recreation, considering that the classes for the new semester started in the same week as the exam was being held - not to be recommended. I already feel a bit burned out, gah.





The schedule for this semester is pretty hectic, and even though I only have classes three days a week, the work load is pretty heavy, so I'm usually at the study hall early in the morning the days I don't have class.

Wictoria


It sure is nice to have Wictoria back around.

She spent a year in Japan while I was doing my first year of Chinese studies at the university of Oslo, and then I went to Beijing for six months right before she got back - so we've seen each other once in one and a half years. That's a long time considering that we studied Japanese together and were neighbors in Japan and close friends the final semester of Japanese studies.

But now I'm back and she's back, and for our final semesters at the uni we even have a class together!



And I've found a new speaking partner!

And she's from..


... Peru?




No, Aming is a hardcore Chinese chick. And by hardcore, I mean as in heavy metal, head-banging hardcore. These photos do not do justice, I know. But she's pretty saucy with her long black hair and leather jacket!

Aming was of great help when I was studying for my oral exam, and when I'd survived it I wanted for us to meet up and do something fun and not exam-related for a change, so I went to her flat at Kringsjå Student Village, also commonly referred to as Communist Russia, as I used to live there myself before I went to Japan.



Looking so cute and innocent


Having found Aming, she really is a catch. She herself is studying Norwegian at the University of Oslo, so she understands the challenges of studying a foreign language, and we're able to help each other. Anyway, it's nice to get to speak Chinese!










Aming made lunch for us



Thai dessert in the front
- sticky rice and jackfruit that has been
wrapped in banana leaves 
and steamed






Lottis!
She has colored her hair red since this photo was taken,
and now is a sexy red-haired vixen

OMG snooze!!


I will never recommend studying languages at university level, if someone wants to actually be able to use a language in a daily life setting, anyway

I can barely order food in a Chinese restaurant, but in class we translate classical Chinese texts from before "Christ" was "born" and also stuff like passages of law regulations.

Hilarious.

Good to know that after four years and two bachelor degrees I'm still good for nothing!






I've also got myself a couple of Thai speaking partners, so I can practice speaking Thai and they can practice speaking Norwegian.


Poc


Nat

Looks like a restaurant, right?

But it's not,
it's at Nampueng's house!


Lap Nua
- A spicy Thai Lao meat salad





Yesterday I made wheat buns for the first time, in "celebrations" of the Norwegian tradition Fastelavn - one of the obscure traditions where Norwegians do or eat something particular without really knowing why.

Anyway, you fill them with whipped cream and jam, and one bite and you feel sick already.







The buns turned out pretty good, they almost looked bakery-bought.

And that, on the other hand, made me really wonder why bothering with spending hours making them at all. So, no more bun-baking!