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Santas did give me a Xmas this year ~ he gave it to me Danish style, a merry merry warm cozy version.

Touching down on Copenhagen’s new airport, walking out of the arrival hall, the door opens and it’s like being a star being flirted with many eyes. And there they were, dear o’ Carsten & Anne, always with their warm and frenly feel.

And then the journey on Santa’s sledge starts..

The 1st few moments after we met, Santa brought me to some sort of “uncomfortable” and “embarrassing” venues.

It was a place full of stuffs tat is pretty foreign to me my body. Thanks to the passed experience for losing this virginity. It did warm me up a lil’.

And then each of the Santas gave me a side of boots tat i didn’t wish for Xmas - super slippery and without breaks, wat better combination to break some important parts have fun, and the glimpse of skating princess showed her grace, c’mon look at her, she could even type an sms while it’s pretty obvious tat there is a “Bambi on ice” beside her.

Santas then took me for a treat, somewhere nearby with “good balcony”

And the balls in here are served in a bunch of 3. Along with some glögg it was pretty turning on.

And then right in the center of the city, Tivoli it was, still amazed on the amount of effort and detail tat was put all over.

And when the tummy is starting to sing, u see this in front of u..

And then a duck lays naked, showing her roasted stuffed butt to u..

And when u see 2 master chefs doing it on a naked duck at the same time, u know the ducky is up for it - and it so was, it was the most voluptuous piece of duck breast tat i’ve ever tasted, there goes the skin-fat-bone combination of Malaysian ducks.

Ahh, dun this just sets the mood..

And then the gift unwrapping ceremony comes in, Carsten was caught playing with his new long telescopy feather duck dust stick.

One could not imagine why he wants to do this in front of everybody.

But then there are some really happy ppl around, and it takes not much guessing why so..

cuz when u have an ipod Touchy as a gift to touch and fool around, u just gotta be so happy.

And when the mood is happy, the food gets going too..

eating and swallowing..

until u see this, better stop and think 4 times ++ before putting it in ur mouth.. don’t let the look deceive ur appetite, take my words, for once. U’ve been warned, this cheesy thingy gave my mouth a fart smell and require 3 cherry tomato and 2 prunes + 1 glass of apple juice, to still continue stinking..

But at the end of the day, no matter how good the cheese stays in ur mouth, u gotta smile over how colorful the undergarments are during Xmas.

And hopefully next year some1 will give u a super low cut jeans so u can show of how red things could be in the inside.

But in the meantime, i’ll enjoy my own version of red underneath for a long time coming.. ho ho ho~

ps: Thanks to Carsten, Anne and family for being such great and warm host for this cold winter Xmas. It’s real good time, laughing out louds, relaxing, drinking, eating, and chocolating..

Much has to be blogged but but.. ok no butts, will take some short little time off after a long semester. Will be heading to couple of places to get some mojo reboosting. In the meantime, the warmest chocolate drink tat my skinny tongue had flirted with, is all up for u to sip and swallow and lick as much as u like.

Have a sweet happy X’mas with lotsa fat Santa spirit and screw the rain deer heart meat eaters.

Oh yes, it’s rain deer heart meat made into a loaf of ham-like.

Anyway, let’s not allow this to spoil the holy mood. It’s gonna be a lovely Christmas, wherever u are reading this.

13th December is a holy day, a day where Swedes and happy ppl do some stuffs, in celebration of Saint Lucy.

Woke up at 6am (damn this is really the earliest since), to be in time for the 7am start in SLU, not knowing much on wat’s it all about. 30 mins bike in a blistering freeking cold wind and felted warm and fuzzy the instant was in the “candle” lit woodly auditorium..

It was packed with many ppl already.. !^%@$!@ 7am my goodness.. pretty sure it would be a 180 different turn out if it’s a 7am class..

And then, a beautiful scene was lying in front of us.. sweet sexy warm melodies was flirting thru my senses.. kinda made me melt..

And it really made me MELT noticing the intensity of wax dripping from Lucy’s 6 fat candles.

Ain’t she angelic, beautiful.. but b4 agreeing with this, think of the candles again..

Ouch~! Hope it didn’t drip into her eyes and blind her.. it would be pretty, ermm.. disturbing if not blinding.. there are certainly much more “frendlier” liquid to flow into her eyes than the wax from a freshly dripped candle.. There was issues where girl’s hair caught on fire before, and thus reverting to the electrically lid candles, but the Lucy here is doing it the original way~ oh yeah.. and she’s doing fine.

But the wax dripping issue wasn’t gonna spoil the mood, instantly got hooked into the tunes.. it made me pretty soft.. and dun blame me..

Beautiful.. and in the spirit of sharing, let’s take a minute to listen and get ourself all warm and fuzzy.. into the mood of Xmas and all soft mushy..

And after that, our department had their own version of Lucia Day, right before the morning 9am lab session. It was a double dosage of beautiful tunes day to kick start a long day, and wat better to have some high alcoholic glögg in an empty stomach to get it going..

The 1st hour of lab was blurry.. thanks to Lucia.. it was wonderful..

ps: Saint Lucia was a very kind person and there was a man who loved her very much but she didn’t like him very much. Lucia’s mother asked her to marry the man but she refused so the man heard about this and he said he would burn her. But Lucia prayed to God to have the power to survive the fire. Because of her kindness to others her wish was granted. The man tried to burn her but she had the power to withstand fire so the man got a sword and stuck it into Lucia’s throat. Still Lucia survived for three more hours speaking beautifal words. link

So the final exam for 1 of the subject was 2 days ago. It was a 4 hours paper, yes u read it right, 4 long hours. Wat we’ve been thru in MMU was for wat i can remember, 2 hours examinations and it did feel pretty long, blimey ~ 4 hours. Writing thru the 4th page and my hands is starting to sore, never had i’ve been writing tat much for a long long time coming.. And by then, it was time for banana and snickers, a pretty sweet combination i must admit - and yes, eating in examination hall is highly encouraged, for energy boost and recharge.

The paper was pretty okay, some questions were in our given study questions, but some were really foreign. Good thing bout subjects like this is there’s always something to crap and bull about - but now when i think back a bit, it could be down to my “beautiful” writings tat the lecturers might be cursing me at.. dun blame me, it has really really been a while since last writing 10 pages++ for a paper..

Okay tat aside, now there a small little breather to catch up on some stuffs. Was proud to be part of a National geographic thingy..

Cool? Sweet? Lovely? Erm, look closer..

And yes, we’ve been to another stinking place, this time to the waste management plant. Always look forward for excursions like this, but as it appears, not many in the class thinks so - there were only a 50% attendance i guess. Maybe it’s the shitty waste water treatment phobia.

And indeed, right on the moment we step out the coach, we were greeted with the sweet %&!#$ aroma.

To make sure we could be identified as not a piece of thrash, we need to stand out and be florescent.

A very amateur and unrehearsed Armageddon march i should say..

From this moment onwards, there are not many smiling faces.

And it’s clear to see why.. but the Swedish speaking guide (!@%$#!@$#@) says tat it’s even worst during the summer, which makes pretty much a lot of sense.. too bad there’s no way to blog about the smell so tat u could smell it while reading this..

Apart from the aroma, this is actually quite an scenic place dun ya think so?? The composting process it is, to be frank, kinda comfortable being around this piles of, erm.. shit-alike.. it provides good warm feel. If my nose ain’t working the senses, this could be the nicest outdoor venue to be at now..

To prove my point, few of us were actually thinking and deciding on whether to camp in this place for the night.. too bad it didn’t turn out due to busy schedules for everyone, it would have been fun.

By then, the aroma is getting to the brain and nervous system of most of us..

But some got really used to the smell and hooked on to the waste modeling poser slut mode.

Before leaving, we stood on a weighting scale to measure the total human waste of 11 of us. Ok, it’s actually for the waste trucks to weight themselves when they enter the waste plant - to record the amount of waste they collected for the day.

780 kg, 11 person, getting the maths right we weight an average 70.909 kg per person. Hmm, not tat bad, kinda the ideal weight for myself but i’m still wondering who’s the biggest “contributor”..

well or probably could blame it on the fatty jackets and the piles of shitty stinky mud sticking all over the shoes, which adds up the weight, but really pity those tat wore fashionable water absorbent kinda shoes.. imagine tat.

Went up the bus and pity the driver, he’s gotta clean up and remove the odor. Well and i’ve got a pretty shitty pairs of shoes as souvenir.

Bearing the macho smell, and being pretty inconsiderate to others’ nose, we still managed to drop by Värmlands nation for lunch. Not many noticed our smell, at least no one came to use and tell us tat we stink, but for some reason, had a pretty decent healthy lunch. Imagine free flow of salads - for me it’s heavenly..