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Jul. 2nd, 2008

Travel entry: From an internet cafe in Bangkok

Hello blog readers!

Being a Western tourist in Thailand is irksome. Being a Chinese tourist is even more so. People, understandably, mistake me of being Thai constantly which is why I'm considering to carry with me a sign saying "I'm not Thai" in Thai.

The girls here dress much better than Western girls, who often look like skanks and/or fashion victims. Their hair looks much better, as well. I'm so going to an Asian hair dresser next time.

Right now I'm at a mall, so I'm quite chilled. Outside, however, is too hot to do anything active and I just walk around half-fainted. But it's okay, it's fantastic here. The traffic is a hazard, but the people and atmosphere is lovely. The rural areas are wonderful as well, with buffalos everywhere and friendly people.

This weekend will be the wedding, then we'll go on a bathing trip south in Thailand, and the week after that, me and llama go to Hong Kong. So far, I've shopped a memory card for my camera, and that's about it. Sorry for the badly written entry, but the keyboard here is oddish and I'm faintly sick to my stomach even though I take In-toilet-shape (pun).

So long, and thanks for all the fish.

PS: Thai massage is lovely, but I've found more fruit I'm allergic to.
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Jun. 25th, 2008

In search for I


Yes. Excluding myself, those are nine (9) people with the exact same name as me.

Damn. I thought I was special. Maybe I should just change my name back to Zhuang Hui Lei. (I just hear you go "aha!" in your head at this moment, dear readers.)
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Jun. 24th, 2008

Poll #1: Changes to my blog

Poll #1210227
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So people, do you want to see any changes to my blog?

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No, it's fine as it is: Ego ranting and school ranting
5 (83.3%)

More movie/music/book reviews and recommendations
0 (0.0%)

More fashion/cosmetics/celebrities/shallowness
1 (16.7%)

More global issues/news/save the planet/importantness
0 (0.0%)

Other (post in comments)
0 (0.0%)

If you only see the results, press Poll #1210227 and [ Fill out Poll ] in order to vote. Damn, this poll-business is hard.

Or, hm, maybe not. Argh. Just let me know if you can't vote, and I'll just end my poll-making-career.
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Happy and swelling

I've just finished my yearly blog-clean-up and no entries were deleted this time, actually. Some entries, like dramatic love declarations, me attempting poetry and angry rants are put on friends only (seems like you'll have to register at LJ now, llama), but all in all, I have little to be ashamed about.

One thing I discovered while going through my blog, was that many of my entries are very ranty and not really about anything at all. Which is okay, I suppose, but I'd like to have better themed entries from now on. Like this one.

I can kill llama with a kiss.
Or star in a James Bond-movie, whatever fits. My boyfriend is allergic to nuts (deadly allergic to peanuts, but not allergic at all to almonds) (which I'm allergic to), citrus fruits, sea food (as in not fish, I'm not sure about the terminology here), pollen, certain spice and he used to be allergic to milk, but it looks like it's better now. That was all I could come up with now, I'm sure there's more. And oh, he has asthma, as well. No wonder Imperial is going to accept you.

Anyway, he was born with all these allergies, while I was born with none. My pollen allergy didn't show until I was about 11, which was the same time I got glasses, as well. Go figure. For a while, pollen was the only thing I was allergic to. That is, until I got together with llama. These past months, all kinds of weird allergies have occured with me: Raw peanuts, raw carrots, kiwi (goddamnit), almond (but I think this has been a while) and peach, to name a few. I have a habit of only recollecting my allergies the minute I eat something and my throat swells up. Maybe that's why I've labelled myself as a non-allergic in the past. So, while he's getting less and less allergic, the opposite will happen to me. I didn't know allergies were contagious. What I sacrifice to be with a llama, it's amazing.

Any allergies out there, people?

Back to the blog-clean-up issue again, I discovered that my LJ account actually does have a poll function (I dunno how on Earth I managed to miss the icon, it's bright red), so now I'm going to utilize it in my quest for blog-improvement-ness. Now, I think I have about 5 readers, so I guess the poll will be an utter embarrassment and blow to my ego, but you know me, always out there to set my ass on fire (allright, I'm in the mood today, oh yeah).

Right now I'm packing for Thailand and Hong Kong, and I'll be gone for three weeks. How am I going to survive without my laptop (which by the way is crankier than ever)? I thought. Then I thought why not just bring it with me? It will serve many functions, you see, I can:
  • Use it as a dumpster place for pictures as my memory card is only 1GB
  • Transfer money if (read: when) I run out.
  • Blog and thus save you from dying from my blog-absence
  • Check my exam results on July 6th and blog about how I'm not accepted at neither UCL nor St Andrews (which by the way beat UCL on both the overall ranking and the psychology ranking on The Times Good University Guide for 2009 (if you ever are to study in the UK and want to consider rankings (which honestly often are utter crap), The Times's is probably best)) (St Andrews also beat Imperial on the math ranking thus stands as number 3 in the UK behind Oxbridge, which is quite fascinating, don't you think, llama?)
This is probably my last pre-departure entry, so I'll see you next time on the other side of the world, most likely on top of an elephant.

Edit 08:30 pm:



Internetcafé, it is.

Edit 09:10 pm:



Wow, rolling instead of folding actually does work! I have double the space now.

Jun. 23rd, 2008

Clay men (of Rohan)



Wednesday was graduation day to which I ended up wearing the red dress, and while some girls chose to wear short, black dresses which almost made their soft and supple peaches fall out as well as no shoes as if they were 68-ers, I felt quite comfortable. A few weeks earlier we had received an invitation in the mail addressing all areas of studies graduating - except the IB, of course. Upon our arrival, we were anxious to see if the hosts would call us up on stage to receive our diplomas at all. We were finally called last. Of course. Then we learned by one of our classmates that the administration actually did forget the IB - which was why we weren't on the invitation, and that they in all haste had squeezed us into the programme. Honestly, are we that insignificant? Or is this a revenge on our early summer break?

After graduation, llama and I went to his father's cabin in Hafjell where I read, he worked and we played Warhammer, The Lord of the Rings edition. What boyfriends force you into.



I beat llama bigtime with my Rohan warriors: Lars and Martin with bows and arrows, the albino twins (read: unpainted) Pjotr and Piet with their big brother Petter with spears and swordsmen Arn (leader), Arnt and Oddvin. And I'm a girl, you say?

We spent two days by ourselves at the cabin before llama dad and his peeps arrived to celebrate llama dad's 50th birthday on Saturday. There were also two tiny babies there which were so cute. One had these huge cheeks and was all stary eyed. I want to have a baby now. Why, hello, llama, you owner of sperm.

Meanwhile, we're leaving for Thailand this Thursday! Suddenly the day wasn't far away at all. Llama and I will travel together through Finland, while llama dad, llama brother, llama grandmother and a bunch of llama dad's friends travel through England to meet us in Bangkok. There will be a llama dad wedding (no, she is not bought) and everything with Thai people and Thai monks. I really look forward to it! Then, on July 12, me and llama will leave the others in Thailand for Hong Kong where we'll spend one week. Iih.

Llama uncle by the way told us that when Westerners go to China, the cab drivers spit and hark and make all kinds of gross sounds because they believe Westerners have bad spirits in them and don't want to inhale any icky Western karma, or whatnot. So now I have to remember to tell Tonje that the cab drivers' spitting and harking which she found extremely disgusting was because of her. They by the way thought she was 30-something, as well. What a fine compliment.

Now I'm just going to take a shower, then pay for my one year's supply of contact lenses if this sodding BankID want to work, which it seems it won't, then go to the drug store and get some travel stuff (Idoform, Antibac and Mygga), then the mall to look for sandals (I don't have any sandals! I only have flip-flops and ballerinas) and perhaps bras as I'm down to my last four where one is too big, one is too small, one hurts because my mom got it from Lidl and one is this fancy strapless thingy which I can't use on a daily basis. Oh, the horrors of being female.

Jun. 15th, 2008

The sun is up, I'm so happy I could scream

night stand: Wuthering Heights - Emily Brontë

Yesterday, I slept until two. Today, I got up at seven and now I'm eating yesterday's taco-left-overs for breakfast.

Llama and I went to see Sex and the City. My relationship to that series might not be as close as others'. It was always aired past my bedtime the first seasons, and later, when I could sit up and watch the series, my parents would always sit and watch it, as well, because I used the living-room TV-set. Watching naked buttocks and moaning 30-year-olds with your parents while being 14 and pubertal is not an ideal situation, not even for a girl.

I have, however, seen my share of reruns, and it was with great excitement up to par with pre-novels-gone-bigscreen-excitement me and llama entered the cinema hall, crowded with girls slash women in all ages, maybe spotting a tag-along boyfriend among each 20 female. That being said, it was llama's proposal to see the movie with me.

Boy, did I get carried away. The storyline could have been better, the movie might have been unnecessarily long and there were a few unrealistic turns here and there. But the overall feeling, the atmosphere of the movie was amazing. Even from the intro, seeing the girls slash women walk down 5th Avenue (no idea if it was 5th Avenue, but it just feels great saying/writing it) dressed fabulously and looking as great as ever, made me wish I was 40-something, single and living in New York. I laughed and I wept. And I felt the movie.

I also no want to steal Carrie's amazing Dior stiletto sandals. Gimme!


Even though I'll think they're hideous as hell five years from now.

Go see it even if you're not a girly-girl. Or even a girl at all. It's not a movie about materialism or the pursuit of shallow love. It's a movie depicting a society, a culture, the modern-day women, a feeling, love and friendship, attitudes and norms of today, self-realization and growth. And probably a lot more. Sex and the City is more than what you would think.

What else is new?
- Waffle night at Rebecca's house a couple of days ago. I could call it a girls' night as we were 15 and some girls, but Andreas was there as well.
- Joined Unge Venstre. Just for the heck of it.
- Got my work list. Eleven shifts over three weeks. A bit meh over the amount, but luckily, my employer said it was only temporary.
- My student loan plus interests only on my bachelor's degree will be close to one million NOK. I don't know how on Earth Lånekassen's down payment-plan figures this out, as the loan is only below half a million and the interest rate is 6 percent. I'll have to start saving now, something that will be hard as my bank account shows -900 NOK after the Kos-trip.
- Speaking of which, the -900 NOK was suddenly balanced and overgone the last time I checked my accounts. I wondered where this extra money came from and grinned evily at the thought of someone having entered the wrong bank account number. I figured out the next day that it actually was holiday money from last summer's summer job. I'm also getting my non-confirmation money after holding them for four years. Everything will be allright. I'm Chinese, I know how to save money.
- I'm going to work later today.
- Just finished Sense and Sensibility, concluding with that it's even more wonderful in English.
- Reading psychology: "'dependent' men will prefer big-breasted women". As weird as this might sound at first, it does hold some logic. I'm glad I have small breasts, which by the way will be perky longer and not sag like potato-sacks within I'm 30. My llama is an independent man, hooray.
- Three weeks until results day, and boy, is my stomach aching everytime I think about it.

All in all, I'm happy with my life nowadays. I rest and read and love.

PS: Which dress for graduation day? I don't know what's suitable.


Is the former too dramatic? Is the latter too casual? Help! 

Jun. 10th, 2008

Barbarism begins at home

Major angry rant coming up. I'm sorry, but every time I try to write about something more important, I get way too carried away and end up like a pubertal 13-year-old with hormonal issues. Once again, I apologize in advance.

I by the way usually let these angry rants be public for maybe a month, before I switch them to friends only.

So. I think one of the greatest things you can learn in life, is the value of personal insight (and love, I adore Moulin Rouge). Whether you are a communist or a nazi - or preferably something moderate inbetween -, whatever your opinions are and whatever your views on society and life are, being true to yourself, knowing yourself and your standings is, to me, essential.

As many people who know me are aware of, I find hypocrisy or double standards immensely repulsing. Hypocrisy is one of, if not the one, issue I am daily annoyed with. It's everywhere, and fair enough, it's human and natural and so on. At least when you are 14 years old and struggle with finding yourself. But when you have passed my age and present ludacris statements, I sometimes feel like bashing your face.

Boycott the Olympic Games in Beijing 2008, the Chinese torture and eat dogs.
No, I am not a supporter of animal torture. I do, however, have enough mind to understand and have insight to another culture's habits, perhaps/obviously because my parents are Chinese (I have never eaten dog, though, and never witnessed anyone in my family do so, either). What about the Norwegian whaling industry? What about sheep, cattle or hens? This is pure racism (or specism, which fairyvomit now have taught me). If you care about animals in the first place, you care about animals (Similar to my point that if you call yourself a humanitarian, you care about human beings, all of them, not only some). There are so many people out there who lash out towards the Chinese for torturing and eating dogs. It's great to have opinions and to value animal lives. I am myself not the greatest fan of the Chinese government (I have that much insight to criticize my own kin, unlike a few other people), but however, look at yourselves before you criticize others. According to PETA, chicken and hens are number one on the list of the most tortured animals in the world. Boycott Norway, I say.

I think human beings prioritize those who are closest to us, be it family or species. We put ourselves before animals. Fair enough. But I believe we should only do this out of necessity. For me, eating meat is necessary for my own vital well-being. Sports hunting, on the other hand. Yuck.

A few years ago, I read a news article about a Norwegian hunter who was furious and wanted to have wolves removed from the Norwegian forest because a wolf had molested the hunter's hunting dog and killed him while they were out in the woods
One thing this hunter does, is to put himself and his dog above wolves. Racism, yet again. And then he has the nerve to say, indirectly, that wolves are not allowed to hunt, while he himself is. I fully understand his view, the dog was close to him. Dogs are close to many human beings, it's a cultural and traditional thing. But I think it is nonetheless hypocritical. If you are allowed to hunt, so are the wolves. Personally, I find hunting - and fishing, for that matter - extremely disgusting and unnecessary. I have a deep, if not naïve, wish that we human beings are constantly undergoing evolution mentally thus distinguishing us from animals in some way or the other. Lord of the Flies and hunting are a few examples showing how my wish isn't going to be fulfilled in a while. One day you show off how good a person you are, the next you show off how many animal lives you've taken this weekend. I feel like vomiting.

And then, the issue which sparked off the idea of this angry rant-entry:

Guillermo Vargas caused immense controversy when he exhibited an emaciated dog in an art gallery in Nicaragua last year.
Media blew this up to proportions, saying he had caught the dog from the street, tied him to the wall in the gallery and neglected to feed him, eventually causing his death. (The director of the gallery, on the other hand, stated the dog was only tied up three hours a day, fed and that it eventually escaped). Thousands of angry people around the world have reacted to this and demanded this so-called artist to be stopped, criticizing his animal cruelty and questioning whether it can be called or not. Of course it is art. Art causes reaction, and clearly this exhibition has. (Drawings/paintings of cute bunny rabbits or other cute/nice stuff (by adults, mind you) is not art, in my opinion). I don't know what Vargas's (Yes, you morons, it's spelled like this whatever your English teacher might say. Bridget Jones's Diary) personal views or intentions are, but if I have understood it correctly, he wanted to show people's hypocrisy and double standards. According to him, nobody tried to feed the dog, release it, call the police or do anything for the dog in the gallery. They just watched the starving dog and moved on. The immense reactions world-wide following this is what highlights people's hypocrisy. Suddenly everyone have sympathy for the dog and anger towards Vargas. Suddenly everyone signs petitions online while in their comfortable homes sitting in front of their computers, thinking they're doing something good and important and feeling good about themselves. Why? He did nothing but move the dog from the street and into a gallery, which resulted in reactions. This is a great deal more than what you and I would have done for the dog. Would you have fed the dog if you saw it on the street? Would you take it to an animal shelter? Would you call the police? Or would you simply sigh and think "poor dog", then move on with your shopping/travelling - your life? In my opinion, he helped the dog more than any one of us did. He highlighted the dog's conditions and caused reactions. He highlighted the issue of thousands of stray dogs in the streets of many cities in the world, and most importantly, people's apathy towards these. That is, people's apathy until someone shoves the problem in their faces e.g. over the Internet and they suddenly become all Mr./Ms. Against-animal-cruelty, pointing fingers, crying "Monster!" and wishing the artist to die. Does that make them any better?

Will you act on stray dogs in the street? Or will you just continue with your life? I know I will do the latter. I would not have fed the dog. I would not have helped it in any way. I would merely sigh and think "poor dog" and continued on with my life. Then again, I'm not an animal person. I don't run screaming with joy towards every animal I see, but on the other hand, I don't do this to human beings I don't know either.

No, I do not think animals deserve harm at all. I think animals deserve the best treatment if possible. And I think animals should be able to move as freely as possible, even household pets. Few/no people are able to know how animals feel and think, but I know I wouldn't have wanted to be locked up in a cage all day with maybe one hour of free movement. I don't think it's particularly nice to keep animals locked up in cages at all.

Update June 11:
I found some enlightening quotes from the TSR board: "Vargas took the emaciated dog off the streets, where it would have died, and brought it into the public domain to demostrate how many stray dogs in latin america etc are starving to death every day. Is this any different to western charities using images of malnourished african children to encourage donations? It is still using a powerful image to create public sentiment."

"The artist has demonstrated a very valid point about the hypocrisy of human nature, as has this thread. The burning desire most people feel to be considered 'self-righteous' causes them to jump onto the next 'moral' bandwagon in an instance without even researching the facts.

If you care for the thousands of animals starving every day like you claim you do, why are you focusing on the one? Even when an exhibition like this has highlighted the plight of millions of dogs on the street, most people have still turned their attentions away from it, focusing instead on this one example. It's so easy to sit at a computer and type your name into an online petition and declare your "utter outrage," but that is in no way constructive.

This happens in South America and most would have been ignorant to this issue had it not been for Guillermo Vargas' well publicised exhibition. Guillermo Vargas has done much more for the dogs than anybody here has and I can't understand why you want to take away the voice that these animals have found in this artist. There aren't many ways that anybody in the UK can help these animals and sadly there's not a lot we can do. However, we could always focus our attentions and efforts where we
can help, like with the people currently living homeless on our streets, or third world charities, but hey, we'll sign a petition and make a lot of noise because isn't it just so much easier to create a fuss about an issue that's occuring thousands of miles away from you and that you can't possibly have any responsibility for? You're the same people who if you were actually in South America right now, would probably be turning a blind eye to stray dogs, but hey, we're in the UK and nobody can prove that, so we'll say that we care and claim the moral highground even though we turn our eyes away from the homeless situation here..."

Yesterday, I read an article about the Norwegian government considering to forbid begging due to the many complaints by the people of Oslo. 
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Jun. 7th, 2008

Travel entry: Kos, Greece


And then I was back from a week in Kos, Greece.

We arrived to be taken care of by a tattoed Mr. Porn who according to him was responsible for the Norwegian tourists on the island. After being shown the beach and a multi-lingual Greek owner of one of the restaurant there with "Snus, brus og bollemus" tattoed on his arm, we layed down on the sunbeds and started reading (for pleasure).


Mr. Porn: What the fuck! ALL of you are fucking reading! You're an embarassment to Norway, do you know that? Get drinking!


We did drink, though. Approximately every night. Fish bowls of Strawberry Daiquiri and other, metres of shots, umbrella drinks and clown drinks and bright colours and dancing until my feet hurt to trance music. Sorry guys, but trance music does have a purpose, and that's being danceable to in party places. Bash it all you want. Smack that!

 I get giggly and dart around when I'm drunk, I've found. At least I'm not stripping like llama and Rebecca.

We also met some IB students from Denmark at the beach, so when we saw some extremely geeky looking boys on a night out, I decided to go and ask them if they were IB students, which they weren't, only Dutch. Another night we again spotted some extremely geeky looking boys out dining, and, go figure, they were Dutch as well we found after asking them if they were IB students. My conclusion is that all Dutch people look extremely geeky.

Me and Rebecca have a lot of similar underpants.

I don't think I'm particularly fond of the Greek cuisine. They put Tzatziki on everything. So I ate octopus the last night instead.

I'm so tanned, I don't even look like I'm Chinese. And I have yellow rings around my eyes from my sun glasses.

The beds hurt. And my throat hurts.

I got kissed by a sleazy Greek guy and had to wake up llama the minute I got back to the hotel to tell him because my bad conscience was killing me. Ugh, it's still grossing me out.

It's fun being drunk at the beach. You should all try it.



Some random Greek restaurant guy squeezed all nine (9) of us into his small BMW across town to his friends' bar. Which we bailed as soon as possible.

Sorry, this was crap. I'm too tired to write properly. More pictures on Facebook.


(drunk)

May. 28th, 2008

Fuzzy llama, funny llama

This entry is dedicated to my dearest llama who turned 19 yesterday. We celebrated by going to an Asian restaurant where we were the only two guests. It was nice to have the entire restaurant to ourselves.

 


We came out of a hole in the wall and then walked across a bridge above a fountain. This is one of the cutest restaurants I've ever been to.



Duck and scampi is yumpi! I'm a seafood fanatic. Don't get me started on sushi.



Gift-opening time! Llama first has to be polite and read the card although he is bursting with excitement as I've spent the past two weeks overexciting him about this perfect gift of mine...



...and then carefully untying it...



...ooh, what is it?...



...is it really? Can it be? ...



It is, IT IS!



A 50th Anniversary Edition of The Lord of the Rings, what else for my dear llama?



"I'm happy!" he exclaimed...



...and that was the last thing I heard from him the rest of the evening.

May. 27th, 2008

Smile like you mean it

night stand: Psychology: The Science of Mind and Behaviour - Richard Gross

Hi, just a quick update consisting of pictures!



I received my Moleskine yesterday and I simply love it. Spent yesterday scribbling down everything I could come up with. Gosh, isn't she a beauty?



Took an outfit pic right after the shower, which is why I look incredibly funny on the part above my neck, which is why I took another pic to illustrate that I did not walk out of the house looking like an Asian Maria Mena. Btw, bangs are hot in the true sense of the word.



Ten minutes ago, the nice mail man rang the doorbell with a gift for me from Amazon. Oh, dear lord, it's so beautiful and huge and heavy. I'm drooling. It's orgasmic. I want to have sex with it and make lovely children.



And I bought my first pair of sunglasses ever now that I've decided to start using contact lenses on a regular basis. They're wannabe-wayfarers, because I'm starting to get tired of seeing fly-looking people everywhere and don't want to look like a fly myself. Then again, I'll probably soon be seeing Blues Brother-looking people everywhere, as well.

Today's llama's birthday, so we're going to go out and celebrate in an Asian restaurant. Will probably blog later today or tomorrow with pictures of llama opening his 2.5 kg birthday present.

 

May. 24th, 2008

My wandering days are over

night stand: Emma - Jane Austen

This is going to be a long entry, so brace yourself.

I'll start with this:

I SURVIVED THE IB!



Our final exam was on Thursday (Norwegian paper 2 which I think went well). Immediately afterwards, we went to Arne (whose house is about a five minutes walk from school) and drank champagne. We stayed at school for a couple of hours talking about being survivors before some of us went to eat kebab and shop for teachers' gifts. Five-ish we went to Arne again for dinner and a party. With all of our teachers. You know you're in the IB when you party with your teachers. Anyway, it was a cosy night until llama became sick because every time he has a chance to drink, which is extremely seldom, he frantically runs around the mall with starry eyes screaming "What to get now? WHAT TO GET NOW?". He drank a bottle of sake and one beer and a Smirnoff and some Sourz and various champagne. Ended up in my bathroom moaning and hallucinating about grades transcripts and diplomas to show Imperial.

Overall, my exams have gone very well. I'm especially satisfied with my physics exams. Paper 2 was a dream - and I don't even understand physics. I'm pretty confident I'll get into UCL now, but if not, St. Andrews is excellent as well, so I'm not going to cry. The worst case scenario is studying law in Oslo. Puke. English went well, Norwegian went well, history went well (especially paper 3 which I rocked and which counts 35 %, i.e. the most), maths went well and chemistry went well (especially paper 2 which counts 36 % i.e the most). I'm so happy I did the best on those papers that count the most.

It's weird being done with school and having summer vacation already. The weather is nasty which is a bit of a mood breaker, but the main weirdness is the feeling of emptiness I have with having absolutely nothing to do. What is this thing you call spare time? Being in the IB, I have become so dependent on planning everything, and I mean everything down to the clock. Now I have nothing to plan. It's ... weird.

I was actually social yesterday:Tonje celebrated her birthday. From me, she got a salad bowl with matching spoons and a bottle opener - the latter she got from three others. What are the odds? We ate cheese and biscuits while drinking wine, feeling all French and listening to Yann Tiersen. We also watched a movie project some of us had in ninth grade. It was dreadful to watch. We were all so fugly. Ugh. But, you know, cosy nonetheless.





And I have by the way cut my hair. I have never been satisfied, but this time I actually was. I decided to go for bangs again even though it's summer soon, because my fivehead is, well, a fivehead.



So, what now? Me and eight others from class are going to Kos for a week this Friday. I'm going to just lie right flat on the beach reading books and doing what I haven't done in two years, which is nothing at all. Me and the girls are going to Vespa around and find our signature drinks and be all girly and airheaded for once. Then we'll head back for graduation before I'm going to Thailand and Hong Kong with llama and his peeps. Then it's back for work (Did I tell you about my two trainee shifts? If not: The morning shift was a bit stressful with giving out medicines and getting people out of bed etc, while the evening shift consisted of staring at the TV for 7.5 hours. And I'm getting paid for this. Woopi.) out July and August. Also, I'll have to prepare for leaving for uni! Applying for financial support, getting an English student bank account and so on. What on Earth am I going to bring with me? I'll have to plan and make lists. I love planning and making lists. Speaking of which, here's my reading list (in order) (I've read several of these before, but I feel like refreshing my intellect for uni) (or something):

q     Emma – Jane Austen

q     Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen

q     Wuthering Heights – Emily Brontë

q     The Phantom of the Opera – Gaston Leroux

q     Frankenstein – Mary Shelley

q     Dracula – Bram Stoker

q     Romeo and Juliet – Shakespeare

q     Hamlet – Shakespeare

q     A Midsummer Night’s Dream – Shakespeare

q     The Collected Works of Oscar Wilde

q     Jonathan Strange & herr Norrell – Susannah Clarke

q     En dag i oktober – Sigurd Hoel

q     Mao; den ukjente historien – Jung Chang

q     Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen

q     Wild Swans – Jung Chang

q     The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath

q     The Catcher in the Rye – J. D. Salinger

q     Narnia – C.S. Lewis

q     The Alchemist – Paulo Coelho

q     Life of Pi – Yann Martel

q     Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoyevsky

q     A Room With a View – E. M. Forster

q     Don Juan – Lord Byron

q     The Odyssey/The Iliad – Homer

q     [  something  ] – H.G. Wells

q     A Clockwork Orange – Anthony Burgess

q     Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert

q     War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy

q     Don Quijote - Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

q     Gone With The Wind – Margaret Mitchell

q     The Hobbit – J.R.R. Tolkien

q     Lord of the Rings – J.R.R. Tolkien

q     One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich – Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

q     To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee

q     The Hitch Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy - Douglas Adams

q     Jane Eyre – Charlotte Brontë

q     One Hundred Years Of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez

q     Perfume: The Story Of A Murder - Patrick Suskind

q     Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres

q     Persuasion - Jane Austen

q     Great Expectations - Charles Dickens

q     The Mists Of Avalon - Marion Zimmer-Bradley

q     Memoirs Of A Geisha - Arthur Golden

q     Watership Down - Richard Adams

q     Les Miserables - Victor Hugo

q     David Copperfield - Charles Dickens

q     Catch 22 - Joseph Heller

q     Rebecca - Daphne du Maurier

q     The Wind in the Willows – Kenneth Grahame

q     The Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas

q     The Name of the Rose – Umberto Eco


I'm also going to read Psychology: The science of mind and behaviour by Richard Gross which I ordered from Amazon as pre-uni reading. Although it's not necessary, I want to come a bit prepared. The birthday gift to llama which I ordered from Amazon as well, has arrived! I'm keeping it in my closet - and llama is really curious. I can't wait until I can give it to him (on Tuesday), because it's so fancy! It arrived in a huge bag shoved down our mailbox.



Meanwhile, my Moleskine hasn't arrived yet. I'm getting really worried, because I got a mail saying it was shipping on May 12, and on the website it says that it takes 3-5 days for international shipping. Maybe I should send a mail if it hasn't arrived by Monday?

And another thing: I'm on Facebook now that the IB is over, so for those of you who haven't, befriend me!

Noodles for now.

 

May. 19th, 2008

I love Geldof

Read this which llama linked me the other day.

I whole-heartedly agree with Sir Bob.

"Bob Geldof mener Norge bør snakke mindre om å være humanitær stormakt og heller gjøre mer for verdens fattige."/"Norge bør vise vei, istedenfor å snakke om at de er en humanitær stormakt"

"Når dere kaller dere en humanitær stormakt, begynner omverdenen å se på dobbeltheten deres.Dere er generøse, men det er mange motsetninger i hvordan dere oppfører dere."

"Geldof mener Norge og andre land må slutte å vurdere regimer ut fra sin egen mal. Han mener det trenger er støtte, investeringer og et marked – ikke moralisering."

"Han minner også om at Norge er en bistandsmygg sammenlignet med USA, selv om Norge gir over 20 milliarder u-hjelp årlig."

"Demokrati er ingen forutsetning for utvikling og velstand. Jeg har mine verdier som jeg tror på, men vi må innse at de ikke kommer til å få de sammen."

But I am totally aware of the fact that many people out there prefer to show off more than they actually do something, of course. If you have enough brain capacity to manage to bring Geldof's view down to a smaller scale, you'll hopefully understand my point. 

(I bet I'll get angry comments on how I mock people's brain capacity, completely deviating from my point. Am laughing already.)

(Note how this article was published over two weeks after I expressed my views.)
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May. 18th, 2008

Little Red Flowers


I have spent the weekend more or less relaxing. Or no, I celebrated the night before May 17 by sort of partying. We were at Nils's at a vorspiel from seven to one at night, and that was after me, Thomas, Nils, Juliane, Magnus and llama had taken som extra russ knots: Speed control (what's this in English?) in a 30 kmph zone with a hairdryer, dancing around a tree in a public place singing Christmas carols for 10 minutes, playing sheep on CC Mat (second time for me) and buying a Happy Meal from the drive-in at MacDonald's sitting in shopping carts from Kiwi (llama pushed the one me and Magnus sat in, while Thomas pushed the one Nils and Juliane sat in). It was really fun and really cosy. Then we went to the main party down at the beach (or whatever) which sucked, so we went to San Marino where Thomas bought us kebab pizza. Yesterday was May 17 (well, duh): Rainy, but quite fun. I can finally wear normal clothes again!

But anyway, I have spent the weekend partying, relaxing and reading physics. A part of the relaxtion was watching movies. Llama and I once again randomly chose a cheap movie from the record store (we must have seen about hundred movies by now, gosh): Litte Red Flowers. It is about a four-year-old boy whose father leaves him at a kindergarten boarding school where he has to adapt to the habits of the little 'society' with the other children and with following the rules of the strict kindergarten teacher. Learning how to dress himself and poo together with the other children is frustrating for him, as he struggles with being up to par with the other children. He is also frustrated because the other children are rewarded if they behave by being granted little, red flowers, while he never manages to get one. Eventually, he begins to rebel against the teacher/authorities and against the established norms of their society.

We both found the movie wonderful, as well as having an imporant message. I loved how the director used little children and a kindergarten as an allegory of strict and suppressing communist regimes where people are not allowed to act or say what they want without being beaten down. It is a criticism of society's restrictions upon those who express themselves differently from the rest of the masses and upon those who choose not to live by the standard rules. Again, it was a wonderful indie-movie - see it if you ever stumble across it!

We also saw Enchanted which was really cute and feelgod. McDreamy is hot as hell, too. Yummy.

Edit: Are my commie friends going to start crying now because I attacked them personally in this entry? Yikes.
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May. 12th, 2008

He talks in maths//The tourists

By Friday, we had taken nine (9) exams in a week, thus I felt myself obliged to cheer up llama a bit (you will get all 7's for your math exams and own) by taking him to the newly opened ICA big market (it was actually super market, but it's more big than super, in my opinion) right near his apartment. So off we went.

Alright, I admit it: It was really only me who wanted to go. Llama was embarassed by my snapshooting. But it was a huge event, though! I love big places!


Susan: Stand in front of the building!
Llama: No way. *runs*
Susan: Hah, gotcha.


Llama: Psh. Not buying it (bad pun intended). I wanna go.


Llama: Oy! I found something exciting after all. You win.
Susan: Of course I do.


Llama: Can't we go soon? I'm tired. This is no fun. You're embarrassing me. Stop taking pic --ooh, Iwo Jima!


Susan: Now, these are my kind of aisles.


Susan: Did we have a nice time today, llama?
Llama: Yes, ma'm! (friggin' loony lady)


Then we went home and spent the weekend watching The Abyss which was extremely far-fetched, but in a feelgood way, and Gone With The Wind - my alltime favourite movie next to Amélie. (And Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and Donnie Darko and The Science of Sleep and Mulan and My Neighbour Totoro and Spirited Away - I''m going to make a list one of these days.)

Meanwhile, it's the sniffy and sneezy time of year. Thus I spend my warm days in the sun sniffing and sneezing. I'll soon be reading for physics exams, I think. Today is a national holiday, but us IBers went to school and took the second English exam, nonetheless. We had to use another entrance not to set off the alarm. Oh, the geekiness.

May. 8th, 2008

We rule the school

Llama is aiming for Imperial College.


Come on, people, nobody commented on my last post? Here I am trying to be extremely politically incorrect, and not one angry comment on how much of an idiot I am or that I'm a cold-hearted bitch who doesn't care about poor people? I'm really disappointed. Was expecting a mob of angry people. Oh, well, I guess I'll stop trying to debate on my blog and go back to my regular nonsense rambling.

Exams have started! This is actually just a quick update to let you know that I'm alive - the exams have not broken me yet.

5 May: English SL paper 1
6 May: History HL paper 1
            History HL paper 2
7 May: History HL paper 3
            Math SL paper 1
8 May: Math SL paper 2
            Chemistry HL paper 1
            Chemistry HL paper 2
9 May: Chemistry HL paper 3
12 May: English SL paper 2
20 May: Physics SL paper 1
              Physics SL paper 2
21 May: Physics SL paper 3
              Norwegian HL paper 1
22 May: Norwegian HL paper 2

If I'm not dead by then, I'll probably post next week, as well. See you on the other side?
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Apr. 25th, 2008

We're coming up on infra-red

night stand: German unification-handout


I have bought a Nikon Coolpix s200 camera! It's early, but the russ celebration has just started and I don't want to feed off of other people's pictures like some other leech.

This week was dress-up week:

Monday: First-graders/emo kids - I totally forgot this, but heck, half of the girls who pretended to be first-graders looked exactly like they do any other day, only slightly more tanned
Tuesday: The 80's - I wore my mother's authentic vintage large sweater with glitter beads
Wednesday: 'Typically Norwegian' (translation, woop) - I wore a too small Norwegian sweater, a hand-knitted hat and wool socks, two braids in hair with red ribbons, i.e. I looked like an Asian kid desperately trying to fit in with the Norwegian culture
Thursday: Barbecue suit - I wore a barbecue suit. Later in the afternoon, we got baptized outside the mall (after the fire truck which was supposed to baptize had to go to Biri all of a sudden), then strolled around feeling russy and going to a small russ gathering down by the beach listening to gross music and freezing as hell thus making llama drink two beers and two ciders in record speed. He went all strippy. Again. And oh, I nearly bust one of my classmates' nose during the baptize: We were running in front of the hose, I felt someone hitting me in the side/shoulder/head/don't remember quite hard, but think it's only someone's shoulder or something. After I went to change to our suits, we met up with the guys and I found out that I had caused a giant nosebleed. Apparently I'm so small people don't even see me when they turn around. Here's lil'Azn for ya', fo shizzle.
Friday: Russ suit - it's fun with kids screaming "There's a russ, THERE'S A RUSS!" although I feel a bit stared upon. Even more so, I feel like a complete bogan. But it's a part of the fun.

I'm not too crazy about doing as many russ knots as possible. They're time consuming and all I get is some junk in my cap. Unless I go around bragging about them, in which case I get an illusion of glory. I've done 4-5 easy ones so far. They're so easy, I'm not even going to bother bragging about them.

Here's my week in pictures (you'll se a lot of this in the future) (please let me know if you want me to doodle over your faces/remove any pictures)(not that more than 5 people all of whom you probably know read my blog anyway, so I don't think you'll be hunted down and raped and killed (or vice versa if we're dealing with a necrophile) in the forest after a hockey-masked man with an axe has crawled through your bedroom windows at one in the night with a cloth soaked in anaesthetics to put over your mouths before dragging you into the mentioned scene of crime)(I watch too much Gilmore Girls and drink too much coffee - lethal combination) :



'IB 08' and 'SUSAN' on each leg. I might bother to take better pictures later. Notice how Einstein's between my legs. Rawr.



I got this from Konkurransen Unge Forskere. Three in my class got to the final (of 28 finalists - I'm so darn proud of my classmates!) and two of them got second and third places in the non-science group (darn, darn proud!).



I heart IB3.



I have a fantastic school way.

 

Testing 0.2 % of the different camera functions.



I'm unconventional. I don't want to carry my camera around in a big, fugly lump of coal, so I bought this today. Love the colour.

 

Hi, I'm Susan and haven't done anything but self-trimming my ends for 21 months because my hair dresser fucked up my hair and made me look like a cancer patient. I'm now bored. Any suggestions?




Apr. 20th, 2008

Step into my office, baby

night stand: Prescribed subject 1 - The USSR under Stalin, 1924-41



I have a summer job! A lady called me Thursday and asked me for an interview/briefing at the care center in town. She showed me around - the building is really big and nice and fancy and modern - and told me about the job. I'm going to follow a lady as a trainee for a day shift and an evening shift on the 13th and the 15th (in the middle of the exam period, but it's the week off before physics and Norwegian, so it's alright) and we're going to visit people with mental illnesses and take care of them - I really look forward to it.

On that occasion, I decided to make a shopping list for the summer as I've been a greedy little bitch living in shopping celibacy ever since I with a shock found out that the state no longer supports my schooling since my parents earn too much nowadays. Macbook, iPod, digital camera, contact lenses, hair cut, birthday presents (for llama and people in law), psychology introduction book and a Moleskine planner is on top of the list. I started today with the Moleskine. Oh, dear, are they not the most beautiful office supply you have ever seen?

I love office supplies. I have always loved office supplies. I have loved blazers and pencil skirts and leather satchels and folders and notebooks and pens ever since I was a toddler. Other girls have Manolo Blahniks, Louboutins and Balenciagas - I have Moleskine.

Ohmyfooginlord, it's two weeks until the exams. 
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Apr. 16th, 2008

Once again I'll be the foolish one

night stand: Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck (rereading for exams)


My school decided to arrange a compulsory "traffic day for the russ" today, and so, as always, we IBers thought we could just skip this arrangement as well, since we've skipped every other russ arrangaments because of our exams and, consequently, lack of russ time. However, I and two classmates timidly went to the IB-coordinator yesterday to ask what the consequences would be if we were to just stay at home and study, to which he sent us to the department leader as his minions who said that "No, this is not a traffic day for the russ, but a traffic day for the students even though it says for the russ on the handout.  The third-year students, that is. This is compulsory and you have plenty of time to read before the exams and blablabla."

Excuse me, mister? What on earth can I learn from one traffic day at school with 300 other students which I cannot learn when I, say... take my driver's licence? And I, for instance, do know first aid, as my little sister is constantly running around with this mouth-to-mouth-dummy she got at school and got assigned to further teach her family to use. Spending six hours being shuffled around from post to post would be such a waste of time for me, especially since there are only two and a half weeks until our 15 exams. But I'm not going to go around trying to convince the traffic day attending people to protest against the day or bitch about it. Meanwhile, I am going to use something which I would like to call common sense if I ever got into a traffic accident. It's not that difficult, you know. I prefer bicycles, anyway, so I can zig-zag between you polluting and alcoholized idiots. I can't wait until uni and independence and 9-10 hours of lectures per week.

So basically, I'm skipping school for the first time to study.

STUDY PLAN FOR SKIPPED TRAFFIC DAY 16 APRIL 2008

  • Chemistry: Read chapters 14.1 to 14.5 in Environmental Chemistry
  • History: Write notes on Mao and the PRC from prescribed subject-handout and Norman Lowe
  • Maths: Review sets 18 and 19
  • English: Finish reading Of Mice and Men
  • Maths: Review sets 21 and 22
  • History: Read The Consolidation of Russian Conservatism, sections A to D
  • Chemistry: Read chapters 14.6 to 14.10 in Environmental Chemistry
  • English: Read exam paper 1, section A on chocolate (yummy)
  • Maths: Review sets 23 and 24
  • Physics: 2007 exam paper 2, section B
  • Chemistry: 2002 exam paper 2, section A
  • History: Read The Consolidation of Russian Conservatism, sections E to H
  • Maths: Review sets 25 and 26
  • Physics: 2007 exam paper 3
  • Chemistry: 2002 exam paper 2, section B
  • History: Read The Consolidation of Russian Conservatism, sections I to O
  • Chemistry: 2002 exam paper 3
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Apr. 12th, 2008

America is not the world

I'm supposed to do homework/revise for my exams in a little over three weeks, put alas, I am procrastinating. Can you beat me? I challenge thee!

 
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Apr. 10th, 2008

Stupid girl, aah

night stand: 1984 - George Orwell, Death of a Salesman - Arthur Miller (rereading for exams)

 

Hi, I'm Susan and I'm going to attend the ninth best university in the world. Wish me luck.
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