Traitor Julie will move to Panama. I'll miss her.

Such a Perfect day.

First: Congrats to Kaia which just got into the very cool film making school in Denmark where Lars Von Trier teach .

She also, as the good friend she is, gave me these great yellow shoes in a birthday-in-advance present. Today we spend our second day together.
We (me and Yellow-shoes) went to the Chinese embassy again, where there was a very long line , only to discover that Sabrina had forgotten the receipt she got when applying for the visa. But, despite an angry look from the consulate lady and a long and bureaucratic waiting time, Sabrina can now proclaim herself the proud owner of a Chinese Visa.

We then went to my favourite cafe at Majorstua: Rustique (under) to meet Kjersti and Mine.
There we ate The Worlds Best Chocolate Cake and drank cappuccino (kjersti 3 cup's in an hour).

Yes.

So, not much has happened here in Oslo the last days except that I got a job at a gardening centre. Wednesday, which was my first day, I worked for f. 14 hours. Well, except from the 35 degrees ,worms and cactus needles suddenly appearing on my hands it's a quite good way of generating money for China, in which I go to in only two weeks (jippi).

Tuesday was a rather eventful day. I visited Kjersti and Katharina at their business school(BI) and there was much less snobs there than what I had anticipated. And I decided to reconsider my pre-judgemental opinion about the school after seeing the fantastic escalator to the metro there:

Heisann!

Yes, well. Now I've been in Norway a couple of days and its nice to see all my friends again. On Wednesday we went to Stine and Ronan which had a party and later me and Kjersti went to, well I guess it's my favourite bar in the whole world: Spasibar. There really is nothing like a night of Russian disco. And with Kjersti by your side it's even more fun.

Today I had coffee with Linda and Andre, realizing that I'm not the only tv show nerd out there. That felt good.

Kaia is now working at Kunsternes Hus, which is a really cool place. Having finally gotten over my I-so-not-wanne-be-a-waitress-again-fear, I'm going there tomorrow to meet her boss about a possible job for the next weeks. If he'd like someone who can only work for three weeks I'll be happy. If not the quest for another job have to continue.

Tomorrow moi et father is going to a flee market to try to find a desk for my room where I can keep my lovely laptop that now runs on very stolen internet (seriously. How can the Fire Fox add on dictionary not contain the word internet???) . I'm sorry neighbour!

Also. I just received A+ in my Middle East History class. Sorry about the bragging, I'm just very proud (maybe I'll edit this away later when I will get to embarrassed about it. jaja).

Norway at last.

Finally I'm back in Norway. Now I'm a bit too tired to write, but I'm putting these pictures from my new Polaroid camera that I scanned

Happy (porn)Martin.
Mathias
Save the coffee
This camera makes David weird.
Yes. Very weird.

.... That's what friends are for....

This post is entirely dedicated to my great friend Kaia. Today she spent two whole hours before my paper was due ,helping me on the phone from Norway, out of the abyss of what would likely have been a failed paper (well, I mights still fail, but then it's not your fault at least Kaia:))

My new age writing and your visions of grandeur. Together we're dynamite.
Damn you're cool. And you've got nice glasses.

Life

Today we went to Silje's fund raising dinner for the orphanage she'll work in this summer in India. The history of how the home started is quite amazing and inspirational.
Read it : here. And Silje, you are inspirational also, for going there (and maybe biking to Torp-festivalen)!

Well, as some may know, we were planning to go to the provinces Yunnan, Sichuan, Qinghai and Gansu in China this summer. But, typically, with normal Sabrina-luck, these are 4 of the 5 Chinese provinces there is Tibetan riots these days. So now the moments between paper-writing and exam-practising is used on reading about other alternative travel routs/areas. Because, really, before I never thought about the fact that China is actually as large and diverse as Europe and that you can not see it all (unless you have time to see it all of course).

More on China: One of my papers these days is about what might happen to the international system now as China is rising. And no matter which approach I use I seem to come back to the fact that we will soon enter a new Cold War. So you were right Daniel. Sad! (Btw: Foreign Policy had a great issue on the subject. Here!)

Alors. Now it's time for much needed sleep! Night!

Julie's birthday.

Hawaii/Birthday girl


Piu cake.
Maren and Silje.
Silje Lence-Lice.

Memories of happier(and hotter) times!

Today I found this old picture from when we were in Tela, Honduras, two years ago. And yes, it was definitely nicer than sitting here in cold, cold Montreal doing homework and looong term-papers on unsolvable conflicts.

The picture is from Kjersti' and my, well maybe eight' camera (the seven first was stolen. This one was a disposable). She's the one almost hidden in the sand. Sim, Phil and David is the ones adding a non-female limb to their new sand sculpture.

Voila. Enough melancholia. Jeg savner deg Kjersti. Kom paa besok!

Middle Kingdom here I come.

"Operation: Sabrina goes to China soon" has started. The plan was to start eating every meal with sticks but it really proves hard to eat Wasa (knekkebrod), which I eat a lot(!) with them, so that plan is a bit delayed until I have been able to incorporate more oriental-chopped-up-food into my diet.

I have also started to stand closer to people in the sub-way though. Because, like my very philosophical friend Daniel told me after having spent a month in Kerala, 'People are generally more close here. Physically I mean.' But what have I discovered? People really do smell!

xièxie!

The Rastadog.

Montreal and it's inhabitants never ceases to amaze me and new on the list of oddities I've bumped into since I moved here is (drum roll): The Rastadog.

A Sunday stroll in the park yesterday lead to our passionate first meeting, and I felt very lucky that I had remembered the camera. So I snapped several pictures of this creature I felt looked like a mix between 'Adams Family's' Uncle It, and The Luggage in 'The Colour Of Magic'.

It was only later that I discovered that Martin had borrowed the camera to take pictures of his soon-up-for-sale cat, only later to return it without its memory card. Fy Martin!

This is why The Rasta Dog i delivered to you on a blanket of sawdust and not fresh Sunday morning Montreal-snow. The picture is singlehandedly stolen from Grandma Rista's blog who had been on a dog show and seen it. Thank you Rista. Although I dont know who you are, you can steal pictures from me too.

Witches Coven!

The witches is a postcard I found on Sim's moms shelf and it is the exact picture of how I hope my girlfriends and I will spend our golden years. Obviously I have read more Harry Potter than I should have, but, well. You too Kaia.

Strangetable?

As the wannabe eco-friendly hipsters that we are did we a box of ecological vegetables at McGill (Julie carried it though. Thank you Julie:)) last Tuesday. The variety was not great due to the fact that -20 C is a quite harsh climate for vegetable-growing, but it was good (and hopefully without any GMO).

Anyhow: What is left now is these four... lumps. They are as big as your thumb, and I really do not understand what they are. Do any one now what they are? Or, more importantly: What to do with them?