An anti-climax

I haven't updated my blog in months, and I wouldn't hold my breath for the next post either. I just figured today is worth a few sentences.

It has been just over a year since I came here to Aberdeen, without really knowing what I was getting myself into. It's been a year with laugther and tears; there's been times I've breezed through it and times where I've been close to breaking down and quitting. I've pulled through though, and yesterday at 3pm it was finally clear:

I'm a MASTER.

"MSc Forensic Science" is from this day on my new title.

It's a great feeling (well, to be honest, I've felt better. Last nights celebrations took off. Ha Ha), but at the same time it's such an anti-climax. Here we are, after working so hard for the last year, and all we get is our names printed on a list. Is that all? Well, as Greg just said to me "just wait until you get your first paycheck. THEN you'll know you passed your master's".

Which brings me on to the next matter:S As of today, I'm not really a student anymore..... I'm JUST UNEMPLOYED........................ *cryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy*

oh well... doesn't matter.

I'm still A MASTER ;D

A "cliché-feeling" about the future

I take a bite of my crispy bread and look out the window. When ever I've heard the term "ghost town" I've always imagined one of those old western cowboy-towns with a saloon. Where there are bars covering the windows, shadows luring in every creek and corner and the only sound that can be heard is the wind playing with an open door. Today I realise that Woolmanhill is all that. It's like everyone has dropped what ever they were doing and just left.

As I take a look around me, I remember that I am one of those also. Most of my things are in bags and boxes, and the room looks not so different from what it did that late evening 9 months ago when I first saw it. The flat is quiet, as if it is tired from keeping an eye out for us. I'm not sad, nor am I exited. Just numb in a way. Full of acceptance of the fact that things never last, yet with a child-like whish that we could all go back to what it was like just a few months ago.

It's weird how much an impact other people can make in your life. How used you can get to having someone around. And even though we know we'll always keep in touch, saying good bye is hard. Maybe it's because we suddenly are to carry on with our seperate lifes, knowing that we've all shared everything and given each other so much, despite different cultures, religions, languages and origins. Suddenly you're on your own, scared that you won't be remembered in a way.

But this is not the end. It doesn't stop here, not for me anyway. As I move all my stuff down 5 floors and back up a different 4, I intend on doing it all over again. The new flat seems quiet just like the old one, but with a feeling of expectations this time, almost as if it knows something new is about to start.

It'll work out, you know. We are not alone on this road. Somewhere someone is waiting for us to make a difference in their life, to create new and good memories together. One day you will cherish them as I do. Life is only what we make it, so keep unlocking new doors. You never know what you'll find...

Thieves in the night!

I woke up last night from loud laughther, guys talking, doors opening/closing (our kitchen door desperately needs some oil...) and not to mention a lot of weird sounds. I then realised that daylight was sieving down from behind my curtain, and when I looked at my watch it turned out to be 6.40am!!! Just as I was about to get out of bed to see what Matt (yes, I heard you:p) and at least one of his mates (I have a feeling it might be Denis..) the sounds stopped and our flat was dead silent once more. I quickly fell asleep again, as my alarm was to go off in little more then 1 hour.

This morning when I entered the kitchen to get some breakfast, I stopped in the door and looked around. Something was different. VERY different.

For those of you who might still not have coped on.. there's normally TWO of those sofas...

Due to the night's events, I quickly got a strong feeling that room 18B was a good place to start my little detective work, and I therefore felt it unecessary to carry out any fingerprinting:p Matts door happened to be unlocked, and I just couldn't help myself as to have a peak inside with my camera...

And wasn't I right:p Can't really see WHO's sleeping there, but I'll find out and let you know;)

In the meantime... Operation Missing Sofa COMPLETE!

Have a good day everyone xx

A Photo Collection!

So... this must be the longest post ever, consisting mainly of photos. The thing is, they're in a reversed order! So what you should actually do, is start at the bottom and go up. You've been informed:p



Found my keys!


...and the back.


The final result (front)...


My new look?

Oh, I can see a curl;)

I recently bought a hair-curler... So Betty got to have her way with my hair:S It was SO painful, but worth it!

Haha... well... no comment.

Hm... that photo doesn't want to stand upstraight. But you can turn your head to the left, right? Anyway... Betty, Matt and I had a nice dinner one day. With a salmon dish.. and chocolate-trifle for desert.

Cute wannabe-indians? ;)

I look a bit scared...must be the photographer:p

Can't remember exactly what was going on here, but Alessio is obviously present........

DJ Betty and .. toiletpaper-holder Alessio?

Strike a pose.... (not too pretty, let's blame it on the pancakes..)

Martijn and Remi

Martijn brought his own nutella..

Another photo that should be turned around..

Alessio had a private moment with his pancake;D

Alessio's Nutella with pancake!!

Betty the pancake-master!!

Greg in a ray of light!

Hazel just before our Court-hearing on the 20th. Waiting can be as bad as torture!

Hmm.. no comment. Let's just say this shouldn't be done in real investigations:p

Hazel and I spent a weekend putting together our casefile. There is a system in it all, I promise!


Curly-perly;)

Our garden outside my window, with rhododendron!

Our kitchen garden.. (IN the kitchen)

Shit happens!!!!!!!!!

Denis! (our 2nd musketeer, and member of Les Garçons)

Hm... I suddenly realised that it couldn't have been me who took this photo:/

Haha.. my view from my room one day while studying.

Betty "studying" on my bed...

Not everyone has handsome guys walking around in black suits;D

Oh my... This photo was taken the morning of my exam (which started at 2pm). I think there was a system somewhere.

Rob always keeps his shirts tidy!

Matt cooking.

Betty posing in her new "indian trousers".

Amriiiit<3

Well... I added a small caption on each photo, but if there's anything I left out you'll just have to ask!

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a project-plan to write for tomorrow:S

Touchè...

After a longer discussion at the cinema regarding WHY my cup had a more fancy writing than Benjamin's, I tried ending the conversation with a diplomatic and satifying answer; saying that fortunately, our drinks tasted the same no matter the design of the cup.

To which the 10'year old by my side took a few seconds to think and then replied: "Ehm, how? 'Cause you have Sprite and I have Fanta!!!"

xD

PIZZA di PEPE

"Gourment Organic Pizzas: What on earth"

"GM Crops. For a while, we were thinking what's a big motor company doing growing vegetables? Then Alfonso, our farmer friend from Italy enlightened us. As we don't want to see three billed ducks waddling around, we use ingredients that are 100% GM free and as organic as possible. That said... If a certain motor company wanted to invest in a little pizza company and organic veggies, our number is 0207 7204410."

"To cook, get rid of all the packaging and place in your pre-heated oven at 200*C for between 8-12 minutes, that's 8-12 minutes to ponder important things, get the salad ready, feed the cat or hunt for the remote control."

Enjoy:D
www.whatonearth.co.uk

Alessio vs. Rihanna

I am proud (...) to present to you: Alessio Domenico Panzica.

Remember me when you get famous, Alessio. After all, it all started..in my bed...?:p (i know what you're all thinking.. but i ment literarly. Check out the video!!)

Then again... maybe don't mention me too much afterall:s No Offence........

Why, what and where?

As serious students we often have interesting, academic and political correct discussions when drinking tea. Two of the questions we keep coming back to (at least our irish does..) are these:

1. Have you ever seen a baby pigeon? No you haven't. Tell me where the babies are!! Are they like those £1 gloves at Primark : 1 size only? But how does an adult sized baby fit inside the egg... They simply don't exist. If you've ever seen a smaller sized pigeon, you either need glasses or it was a dwarf-pigeon. WHERE ARE THE F* BABY PIGEONS???

2. Where do all the birds go to die??? Seriously... you might have seen a couple hit by cars or taken by other animals... But think about it. There are a LOT of birds. Aberdeen has got 5 seaguls per human, or something like that... WHERE DO THEY ALL GO TO DIE? Is there some sort of bird-retirehome we don't know about? With a private bird-cemetary? Or do they just fall into the sea. And if they do, how do they know when to be above the sea since they are about to die? Is that a death-instinct or are they suicidal? or even kamikaaze-birds?

(hey, I did not create the questions....)

You have no idea about the extent these discussions of ours can reach. There are always new points of view to consider, and always new questions to be answered. And there is always, ALWAYS an excuse to have a good cup'a tea;)

Internal Quality Control

Haha, check out this one.. I stole it from one of the labs in Norway where I used to work, and translated it into english.



Nite xx

Happy St. Patrick's day!

Yesterday was Patty's day, the Irish "national day". Everyone was wearing green, funny hats and clovers are accepted, and the phrase "my lepricorn told me to do it" was spotted on a certain irish guys clover-filled t-shirt.

Even funnier was it that all the pubs and clubs were playing irish music and for once the amerature riverdance that most of us only try in private just had to be tried in public.

As most others, I spent the evening in an irish pub (after mailing craig my witness-report, only 5 hours late..) and attending brass-rehearsal in Westhill) with my mates. And even though I normally don't drink beer, it's kind of mandatory on such a day. So there I was.. a norwegian girl in Scotland, serounded by crowds of wanna-be irishs, wearing my silly hat and drinking Guinnes (at least I had some sips of it..), singing along on the riverdance songs. Good fun, good fun.

Matt aka. The Clover:)

Matt and Denis had a great night;)

Hazel, my partner in crime:D

Luca.. WHAT are you doing?

Haha, and then you have me, "pretending" to like the Guiness... I failed.

Now, while most of us only had that ONE beer, and went home at midnight, the true irishs started the real celebrations. Nae celebration tis mornin tho, eh Rob?? ;);)

Spot the BLUNDER 2!!

It's getting late, and I'm still working on my witness report for tomorrow. And as most students would know, something to eat while studying is never a bad thing. I had just finished my 3rd chocolate filled bun, when I happened to glimse at the packaging. After working with our casefile for the last weeks, I have developed an eye for dates.. so, what can I say... Can you spot the blunder?

Spot the BLUNDER;)

Haha, this is another one of those "too good to let go"-moments.

Rob came home one day, all exited cause their Gaelic Footballteam had finally gotten their sportgear. There was only ONE problem.
Can you tell what it is???


(I'll give you a hint... Rob is Irish.. and plays Irish Gaelic Football.....)

What's on my camera?

At the end of each month, I normally empty out my memorycard, and try to go through the photos. February didn't have too many, but here are a handful for you to see.


When Betty is sick of studyin in her own room, I let her use mine!


Miss Norway 2009?


During one of our study-sessions, I happened to glance over at Betty... and saw this. Just had to be caught on tape! <3


One evening when we were sitting in the kitchen, Matt came strolling in, acting like normal. Thankfully, I had my camera near by! Priceless!!! (let me reassure you, he was going to a "dress however you like"-party... this is not his everyday-wear...)


After Matt twisted his ancle, Rob and I had some fun with his crotches... As a fysiotherapist-student, Rob showed me the "correct technique", even with the "white-sock-effect". Haha!


Roomparties in 18F are not unusual...


Opening bottles of wine is not always as easy as it looks. Could this be an irish thing?


Big'Dave in a happy mood!


Last weekend I had Alessio over for Sunday-dinner. My chicken-stu was quickly approved by the all-eating Italian;)


Unfortunately, I don't have any photos of Alessio laying on the sofa "helping" out with the cooking, but at least he finished his Cranberry juice. (Later, he told me he's allergic to cranberries, but that he would live. Uhm, better late than sorry?)


Strike a pose:)


Friday we had a charity-arrangement with the BrassBand. We did horse-racing, and my horse Krazy Karoline came 3rd (out of 5..). Spinning the barrel that pulled the wooden horses wasn't the easiest thing I've done. As the photo shows, I fought hard!


Not as hard as others though, who actually had to shed some blod:O


Almighty had fun playing with my camera....


...but wasn't too thrilled to have his own photo taken.

Sorry to say I don't have any photos of us doing the race:(

Right, that's most of February and a sneak-preview of March. The rest of my life mainly consists of studying, which really isn't all that exiting. So I'll spare you for any photos of that:D