Peeps, it's not Christmas I'm talking about. Actually, it's that time of year where I sigh loudly every half hour, where I allow myself to continuously intake chocolate and I become incredibly bitchy to everyone around me...........It's study time.
And even in such a cool city like CPH, it really hasn't made the studying any better. I've taken to studying in the Royal Library (nicknamed the Black Diamond) which is an architectural gem. I was told that when the sun shines through its centre with the glass windows right at noontime, it sparkles like a diamond, hence its name. Even while studying in such a beautiful work of art I still feel like every moment is agonizingly painful. How did I survive this many years of it to begin with? And how did I think it would be a good idea to volunteer for more pain?
And even in such a cool city like CPH, it really hasn't made the studying any better. I've taken to studying in the Royal Library (nicknamed the Black Diamond) which is an architectural gem. I was told that when the sun shines through its centre with the glass windows right at noontime, it sparkles like a diamond, hence its name. Even while studying in such a beautiful work of art I still feel like every moment is agonizingly painful. How did I survive this many years of it to begin with? And how did I think it would be a good idea to volunteer for more pain?
ANYWAY, today I had a study meeting in a really cool student housing called Tietgenkollegiat. Apparently it was the result of a local architecure design competition and it was yet another beautifully designed building. It is in the shape of a donut spanning roughly 7 floors with rooms protruding out the sides of the donut in an irregular succession which makes for quite the sight! I took some pictures of it on my phone but of course I forgot the adapter for my micro SD phone card back in Cowtown, so instead, here are some stolen off the web for your viewing pleasure. =)
Oh yes! I forgot to mention that the building overlooks a small canal and inside the donut hole portion is a park with trees, greenspace and benches. It's ingenious! And the inside was very new and clean as well. What a cool space!
In other news, my time here is nearly up! It is sad but in relation to that, my visa approval FINALLY came in today and get this peeps, it came with a 5-page letter of instruction on how to obtain my danish visa card and then apply for a Copenhagen Residence Permit number, etc. And it was all IN DANISH. WHY. I applied for this visa with my Canadian passport and my last name is clearly Chinese. What makes you think I speak any Danish??
Danish Immigration, you never cease to amaze me.
Buut we won`t dwell on that. It`s been quite the battle getting into the study mode and in fact, I am actually supposed to be writing my take home final right this minute. But instead I am blogging. =)
I finally tried my favourite bakery, Lagkagehuset's signature dish, the layer cake. (this is actually what the name of the bakery means! 'Layer cake house') Funny story, I was told about this cake by a Danish classmate so I knew it existed. I went into the bakery and asked the girl for a piece of layer cake. She looked at me blankly and said "what?" I repeated myself and then she promptly told me, "sorry we don't have that. I've never heard of it in my life." So I was like really? I thought the name of your store is named after this cake? I suppose they don't get requests for 'layer cake' much because she understood me then and cut me a slice of a fantastic looking cake, complete with many layers. Check it out - it was much tastier in person!
Then, just a day after this tasty adventure, I attended Maureen's mini-birthday party where she baked for us! It was quite the trek to get there but definitely well worth the trip because we got homemade bolles (buns made from scratch!) and 2 different kinds of layer cakes to choose from! Of course I had both but I totally forgot to take pictures of the cake. omg and I just remembered we forgot to sing to her as well! Yikes what bad friends we are! I'm going to have to serenade her the next time I see her. Ha!
Maureen is half Danish, hence the patriotism
Alrighty, it's back to the books for me! (or perhaps to bed....)




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