Flowers blooming, exam time looming

Good day,

I have been late again, or early, depending on your own expectancy  of posting my experiences in Denmark in the blog. My apologies or your welcome.

Lately its been May, if any of you have noticed, which means several things, first of all being that apparently we have already crushed 1/3 of 2013. Go human race!! Just smashing stuff all round. Also rugby season has recommenced here in the Mark. FRK (Frederiksberg rugby klub) is looking to win a spot into the Danish cup final, so all your well wishes are most welcome.

In any case I have been both busy and idle these past few weeks, so while living a dichotomy of action man/chess Grand master, i have been able to attain most of the photographic evidence from the former story arc. This will allow for a collage of my current life looking exciting, which will be great to reflect upon, to bear witness to myself just dominating, while my failures go unrecorded, which means, "If I failed but there is no one there to testify, did it really happen at all?"

The winners write history, and since I'm both a fan and participant of winning and history I will go ahead and do that right here.

What follows are pictures from our Kollegiums first annual Olympiad. Of which my Kitchen, the grand and preeminent 16.2, took out in superlative fashion.

Hot Dog crew killing it!! Beast, Pimp, La Flama Blanca, Rambo and Merlin the wizard (from L to R)

Then there is also a dress up fastelavn fest pictures, a wonderful adventure through Tivoli and some rugby from this past weekend. Enjoy you rambunctious, flibbertigibbets.

Me Tarzan, You Jane.

The magic of HC Anderson

NOT a spear tackle...

Have a top flight run into exams everybody.

Kind thoughts,

Self-indulgent Plug for Denmark

Hey guys,

As an Australian in Copenhagen on exchange I have just had the privilege to meet a prince and a politician.

A full update will be more descriptive, but for now i will just include 2 poems about my experience, 1 haiku and 1 acrostic.

D -  iverse
E - xciting
N - aked
M - ysterious
A - miable
R - owdy
K - ind

Serene, organic
heavenly in, sun, wind, rain
Also lots of beer.

http://studyindenmark.dk/photos/YGWA.jpg/view

Come here and have a blast like i have, and will continue to.

Said prince and us:

HRH Prince Joachim and the lord of dance, Sir Dylan

First-order logic, with a dash of felix felicis

Good morning class,

For today, I will be presenting a range of pictures from a few soirees thrown this past fortnight or so, which can give you an indication of the amount of grueling labour I've been undertaking during the first months of spring in this lovely city. Its terribly difficult, insofar as laying out in the sun for 4 hours is incredibly trying.
This is not to say there hasnt been a tonne of homework, which there has, but more along the lines of all work and no play will make Jack a dull boy. With my leisure activities being more so restricted from an injury sustained at my first rugby trial match. Its been a limpy 2 weeks, of that there is no doubt.

An accurate depiction of me limping around on that pirate time. Swashbuckling!

Contrary to my kitchen mates (unintended pirate term) behest I did not see some fanciful doctor, morose spawn of Eir, but instead placed my trust in the one true healer of any man injury or manjury..

Walking it off, adequately described here by Urban dictionary: Stiff upper lip.

So without further ado, i present you with a grandiose display of the last few weekends of my life.

All class.

det lige meget..

Good night sweet princes

Latitudinal adjustments, eternally brumal for the men of the mark.

(Caveat: Read while listening to Rossini - William Tell overture, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AACAlJvJTb0&list=LLq5o1zhyeFM_1hhv4Tgyqgg )

Well, a late post this month, due to unforeseen circumstances. I will include photographic evidence from my trip to Iceland and some other photos from our dorm's level party (not pertaining Avicii). It will be splendiferous for the eyes and put a smile on your dial.

Pertinent to the party, yet overplayed and obsolete to the party at the same time, you god-awful DJ.

March has been the month that seemingly went by so quickly, due to so much happening. Yet I'm paradoxically at a lost for words and anecdotes. Just another insipid working from Loki I'm sure.

Also bought a kindle fire HD 8.9" which is snazzy and allows me to read books in an electronic manner, while keeping with the traditional procedure of book reading, bizarrely enough. Thats a thing people like, technology and traditions. The dichotomy of man or something contradictory.. Har har dic-hot-o-my, good one Dyl!

The future hold my first rugby game, the rundown to exams, brighter days, ideally more warmth, more parties and an all round jolly time. Makes you sit back and appreciate the opportunity to go on exchange, even more than getting drunk on a different side of the equator.

PICS:::::::

suns out, guns out

500 cups of jungle juice later...

Yours faithfully,

Fenrir breaks free and time is ever of the essence

So I'm writing this from a state of bagstiv, which is what the danish have named wake up drunk, on a seedy sunday. So I will do my best to retain the utmost quality my blog is renowned for. But the good news is, gone are the days of fimbulwinter!..... which, according to Norse mythology is not so good eh? Our impending doom perhaps?

On a lighter note, my famous partial namesake wrote this prose about winter -

Listen. The minstrels sing In the departed villages. The nightingale, Dust in the buried wood, flies on the grains of her wings And spells on the winds of the dead his winter's tale. The voice of the dust of water from the withered spring

He was a much more grim character than I however, so Im glad winter is done and dusted and I can resume the task of trying to attain that world famous Danish tan.
Seen here-

cheer up Mads, the spring is here!

In Dylman related news there as been a many class taking, rugby training and food eating adventures, which by their own rights deserve a dedicated blog each, staffed by the Dux Litterarum from MIT and Cambridge. But nonetheless your imagination will suffice. So i leave you with pictures from the last 3 weekends which have been some of the biggest parties of each semester: Tour de bloc, chambre and several other innumerable, innominate fests.

Johnny knows whats up!

"Sweet. Bring on the Danish chicks and cream soda."

"Hey baby, can I be your natural selection?"

Spheres of longing, by a disgruntled húskarl

With snow on the ground and the crisp beats from some trap and bass in the air, it must be the last sixth of winter. And what a tumultuous winter it has been in the small, picturesque, avant-garde village that is Tietgen. With all its internal happenings; including a smashing going away fest thrown by the dearly departing Peta from 16.4 With pictures to be attached in the annex of the shenanigans.

I've also commenced my tertiary education for this, the second semester. While that sounds like wall licking excitement, its actually rather mundane and somewhat now a SOP (standard operating procedure). Everyone past the 2 year point in their degree will concur, I'm sure. The courses are individually different however, with Terrorism, Finance and Environmental politics included in my curriculum for the next 4 months. It has, so far, proved rather in-depth and intriguing.

With the new influx of exchange students comes the usual parties, adapting and general mucking around. Its harder to associate with these student as i did with my own group, as I've done most of the kitschy touristy things already and am much more concerned with mature things, like: fine dining, classical opera, writing contemporary poetry and grinding my booty so hard I drop panties and permeate sex appeal.

Twerkin' it brahhh

Just to update, the next 3 weeks include, in order of importance, Tour de chambre, Tour de bloc, Semester starts fest, rugby training in the bleak Danish air, not dying under a barbell, consuming my weight in Ritter sport, making at least 1 new friend i can cherish for their unshakable faith in antidisestablishmentarianism and wearing shorts in the snow to school to learn and expand my easily influenced mind tank.

Out like a girl scout loyal readers x

Tak for den fest, Peta the pumpkin eater.

Party time, right Meow.