October 13, 2010
I was fortunate enough to be invited to a Chinese wedding about a month back. It was interesting, to say the least.
Not only was good old rice tossing replaced with colorful foam spraying, it was performed as an act of war between the bridesmaids and groomsmen. There were a lot of rockets going off, minor fireworks and in the end the four bridesmaids protecting the bride (me included) were coughing so hard from the smoke attack that we had to surrender and let the groom in to take away his bride.
As the day went on the lovely bride changed into her traditional Chinese dress (which I unfortunately didn’t get a good shot of due to stupid rain) and went around to houses in the groom’s neighborhood to light incense and other things as part of a buddhist ritual. She looked stunning in it indeed, but seemed quite stressed really. Unfortunately at that point I had to leave, so I actually missed out on the best part – the dinner. Though I was relieved to finally be able to jump into a shower and wash all the sticky glitter and confetti off me, I was slightly bummed out. Hai ah.
And again, here I am, all hungry >.<
June 5, 2010
Images say more than words. So this is why I’ve been a bit off with the posting.
From Malmö and Copenhagen, with love.
May 19, 2010
… and quite possibly on any dancefloor further than 7km away (my faith in Malmö’s club scene isn’t the strongest).
Imma party and party and party and pa- and pa- and party and party and party
But since this bootyliciousness isn’t moving anywhere further than 7m away at this point, this is good night.
May 13, 2010
A SO lovely, beautiful-eyed, “Hawaiian”, head-scratching, adventurous, Chinese National Day-loving, adorable, banana plant-adoring, crazy, elbow-biting, loving, hilarious, Judy-quoting, fabulous, partner-in-crime and marvelous secret.
Bringing the very best moods of Norway, I give you …
Together we toured Guangdong, rocked a typhoon, got soaked in the pouring rain, discussed spit-drinking, rode rollercoasters in Ocean Park, practised our Danish language skills, danced on leaning streets in HK, got down with THE BAAAND, taught Chocolee some cool Scandinavian stuff, sarged, pissed ourselves laughing and then some…
Two months of crazyness account for endless stories and nostalgia trips and now we shall add another couple of days to the pile of nuts. Because there will be nutcases! Walnuts, nutella and coconuts (sans the casualties!)
We bring you little monkeys nuts, but not lost…
I’M SOOOOO EXCITED
April 10, 2010
Talking about frikadeller (flat meatballs kind of) in an inappropriate way is not okay. Neither is making pinky gestures to refer to something. Downing an Ultimate Mai Tai Mango as if it were a soft drink is pretty out of line too.
And then there’s that special laughter. That really particular laughter that kind of pushes the limit and makes you sound like a proper retard. Not that there’s anything wrong with retards, but it’s just not something you’d want to imitate. Really.
At the end of the day (or night) you’ll just be standing there with the world’s most magnificent falafel, devouring it as if you’ve never had anything as good before. I mean, it’s really just a falafel. It was pretty damn good though. Our very own city dish.
Poor little cousin. Poor, poor little cousin.
Bu hao, bu hao, bu hao!
March 13, 2010
You know when you’ve had a few, you fall in to these habits..? Like, some people have this thing where they get really dancey (me), some get really affectionate (me), some get a bit agressive (sometimes also me) and some get British and/or Danish (not me).
One remarkable thing is that I almost always ask “Where is Thomas?”
Thomas is my old boss. He’s the sweetest ever, and I love him to pieces. Somehow he became this recurring event in my tipsy fares and always seems to pop up in my mind at some point of the night. Bless him, the lovely.
I got home not too long ago from a night in Copenhagen with the ladies, celebrating Vanessa’s birthday. Yup, main girl turned 21! Wa wa wi wa :D We turned up at Disko Dasko, which meant DKK75 cover charge including a free bar. We named our favourite bartender Charlie (though his name was Kristian) and we had our eyes on the boi with the Adidas. He fought the power and left though. Blöööh.
HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY SEASHELL! ^^.
Vintage moi & Van anno -08.
March 2, 2010
After Hainan it was time for El to hit Shenzhen and for me to… well, I wasn’t quite sure at the time. I ended up buying a ticket for Guangzhou, cancelling it, almost buying a ticket to Kunming and finally going with El to the airport and getting the first flight to Guangzhou after all.
I arrived late at night and was well received by the Huadu crew, so I managed to stay put and enjoy hanging out with good friends for a couple of days there. I even got a home cooked meal! Woo.
In Guangzhou I hung out with Oley and then some and we spent about a week moving about in the Riverside Youth Hostel. There was certainly a lot of girl power (Oley, me, Christina & Eva).
Oh, and I got inked. Yay!