Simply. Gorgeous.
I was in heaven.
Can you believe this gem was hidden away in the heart of Norwich city? For more eye candy from this place, please go to the photo album!
Tea party in the garden.
I was listening to the The Chronicles of Narnia soundtrack when I wrote this entry. It fits in so beautifully.
The sound of two pairs of feet clacked across the floor, oddly distinct from the others. One could tell by the slow thuds echoing softly across the floor, that the owners had all the time in the world to kill. Both of their feet were pointing towards the same destination; the entrance of the building. The leading pair, which had a dignified air to its movements, was clad in a pair of polished smart shoes. The pair trotting cheerily behind was wrapped up in all bubbles and cotton candy, more commonly known as flats or ballerinas among the mortals.
Polished was reading aloud from a book while Ballerina was busy tending to her paper bags. Just before the exit, Polished halted and put away his book.
“Ladies first,” he curtsied and stepped aside. He had clearly been ahead of her, but he still indicated for Ballerina to pass through before him. Her eyes grew wide with wonder. Did he bow just now? She stepped through, looking rather shyly towards Polished; “Why, thank you.”
As Polished followed through after her, he flashed her a brilliant smile and wished her a “lovely evening”. And then he was gone.
Brits. Such true gentlemen.
I’ve finally got Internet access on my macbook, but I can’t stay long, gotta get ready for the welcome reception commencing in… 40 minutes! I’ve got a video coming up, though. Will post it as soon as I’ve got some free time (which will be never these days). I’m having a great time so far, much to Jørgen’s credit, my first friend here at UEA. We spend a lot of time together, but that also means we’re not talking much English… Well, the British students won’t arrive until this weekend, so that’s my excuse. You can still contact me through my Norwegian mobile number, but I’ll be changing to an English sim sometime soon. Will notify you when I do.
Behold one proud UEA student!
I’m still looking around for a camera, so in the meanwhile I’ve stolen Jørgen’s Nikon D60 (which isn’t around right now) and still using my crappy cell phone. I’m thinking of buying another cell phone over here, so that I’ll be able to keep my Norwegian sim up and running along with an English sim.
Crap, gotta go!
Et studium i fregner (not really).
Fregner. Et mindre omtalt emne i og med at jeg ofte glemmer at jeg faktisk tilhører en døende rase. Jeg har hørt mye rart om fregnene mine (som oftest bare hyggelige kommentarer), men dette tar kaka:
J: Oi! Du har fregner!
K: Jepp, pretty amazing, huh?
J: Det var skikkelig uvant på en asiater!
J: Har du tegna de på?
Ja, kjære deg, jeg står opp grytidlig hver morgen for å tegne de på fordi jeg ikke har bedre ting å gjøre.
Er det rart jeg må le?
Jeg føler meg priviligert, idag hastet sjefen på kjøreskolen min opp til sjefen på trafikkstasjonen for å “plead my cause” slik at jeg muligens kan få en ny praktisk førerprøve før jeg drar. Som er om ca. to uker (see the magic?). Imens gikk jeg meg vill i Skien sentrum da jeg skulle finne likningskontoret for å slippe å måtte leve på knekkebrød og vann i England fordi jeg ble trukket for mye i skatt.
I en samtale med Tri slo tanken meg at jeg såvidt har nevnt Norwich, enda jeg skal tilbringe de neste 4 årene av mitt liv der i gode og onde dager. Forhåpentligvis flest gode! Får vel sette meg ned en dag og fortelle dere litt om denne fantastiske byen jeg har forelsket meg i :)
Imens kan dere ta de “påtegnede” fregnene mine i nærmere øyesyn:
Britt er den heldige fotografen som oftest knipser meg i mine vakreste øyeblikk. En dag skal jeg poste opp et bilde som viser at jeg faktisk kan lage (har) dobbelthake.
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Just a quick update to tell you guys something amazing! You probably don’t know, but my true goal in the academic and professional life, is to someday become a professor. I love education, I love school, and yeah, I know I’m a total dork :3
There’s a married couple in Norfolk (Norwich, where I’ll be staying, lies within Norfolk), the mother is British while the father is Norwegian. They have a 6 year old son, and Mrs. Tokin, the mother, wants her son to be able to communicate in Norwegian as well. She therefore contacted ANSA UK, which sent an e-mail to ME and asked me if I was interested in tutoring the boy.
HELL YEAH I AM! This is so unbelievable! I get to teach! At the age of mere 19! And a (half) British kid too!
Seems like amazing things keep happening to me! Must be because my 19th birthday is coming up soon! Probably a heavenly gift! Anna, dear Anna, I honestly almost believe my life really is a fairy tale!
Here’s the exact e-mail I got:
Jeg har fått en forespørsel fra en dame i Norfolk som trenger norskundervisning for sin 6 år gamle sønn. Faren er norsk og hun ønsker at sønnen også skal kunne gjøre seg forstått på norsk. Ettersom du studerer i området henvender jeg meg først og fremst til deg før jeg eventuelt spør andre. Kunne du tenke jeg å undervise i norsk dette sememstere?
Anna Tokin, sønnens mor skriver ikke noe om hvor ofte hun ønsker undervisning og eventuelt lønn. Dette kommer hun sikkert tilbake til og det kommer helt sikkert på hvor mye tid du har.
Gi beksjed så fort som mulig hvis du har lyst til dette, så skal jeg sette deg i kontakt med Anna Tokin.
Wish me luck in getting the job! (I’ll do it for free if I have to!)