Wrappin' it Up & Sangría Fiesta

On Friday I turned in my final term paper at the University of Oslo, and by that completed my second bachelor's degree in four years.

And then I went to meet Dag, who was getting his hair cut at Camilla's salon.

(Such an anticlimax after four years of hard work, I know right, no graduation ceremony or anything, just starting the day at the study hall, handing in my paper and then "yep, I guess that's it then, I'm outta here". The other day I was at the office of the program consultant for the program of my studies, because I had some questions about ordering my diplomas, and she was all enthusiastic blabbering about different master's programs I should apply for, and I was like "pfft, hell no, I've wasted enough time in this joint").

Camilla

 And then we went to have a little celebration of our own.

Cake!

Sangría in the making

Yesterday I treated myself to a little graduation present:

Oh yeah,

look at this puppy

It even has a color display!

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!

The Trulla's and Springtime!

 

The view outside the living room window

a few weeks ago 

 

Spring has finally arrived

and we can eat breakfast

semi-outside

Mmm, clogged arteries

 

University of Oslo

campus

I'm well into my final round at the University of Oslo. Workin' hard to wrap up my second good-for-nothing degree, before I'll be packing my stuff and heading for yet another one of Oslo's educational institutions - it's time to learn a real trade for a change. Luckily I'm only 23 and still a baby, and there's certainly worse ways I could have wasted four years of my life on.

 

 

"Don't you dare put ugly photos of me on Facebook 

- I'll sue you"

(She won't say 'disinherit' 'case there's nothing

to inherit in the first place)

Mom hates all of the photos I take of her, saying that 

I make her look old,

like it's a conspiracy

I went to see my momma the other day.

I'm bored, so I've started going to the gym again - attending classes and shit - so I had to go dig out some of my sporty outfits that I've kept hidden at my storage at my mom's house for ages - I haven't broken a sweat in one and a half years! And ironically, I've never looked more fit. 

Until now. 

I figured, considering all of the crap I eat, it's time to get back to the gym. 

The downside is that my body has a rather unfavorable reaction to working out - in no time I gain muscle tissue and start to look all bulky and veiny, and shit - not very attractive. But hey, at least I'm maintaining the image hinted in this blog's title. 

I try to stick to cardio-workouts, though, but it's hell.

Ha Mok Pla - Fish curry wrapped in banana leaf, yum!!

Mom still misses Snowball

terribly, 

still talking to him like he's there

He's burried in the small garden patch

outside the front door,

I forgot to take a photo

Mom said she'd had her own little ceremony,

throwing a few coins and placing an orchid

on top of the grave she'd dug out of the ice-hard

dirt, burried under a couple of feet of snow

I can just picture it,

lil' Thai momma

 

But she seems fine and has even

ordered a trip for herself to Iceland! 

Vietnamese sweet sesame pastry

stuffed with sweet yellow mung bean

- pretty grosse

Yesterday I got to celebrate the birthdays of two of my most near and dear colleagues, Trine and Tulla. 

They had invited a small group of friends to a grand dinner party at their house, with fancy homemade hors d'oeuvres and stuff. I felt really honored and happy to having been invited to the shindig, and I had an awesome time!

 

Trine and her sister

prepping the salad

Trine and Tulla

and their son, Santos

- whom is currently vacationing

at his grandparent's house

Nifty table cards

- with photos; 

in case the alcohol intake made you turn

illiterate some time during the evening,

you'd still be able find your spot at the table

Trulla's

youngest one, 

Sophie

 

Tulla & Sophie

Yay!!