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I've got a shaved p*ssy!

Category: pets // 24.06.2017 at .21:54 o' clock // 2 comments

Thursday morning. I slept through the alarm. Woke up at 07:27 AM. "Hey! We overslept!", I said to my boyfriend. "What time is it?", he asked, still with his eyes closed. I didn't answer. Instead I showed him my phone and got out of bed, put on the first pair of clothing I could find, put my hair in a ponytail and went to find Argentina. Originally, like the blogger I am, I had planned to put on some makup and take a few photos of me and Argentina, but there was no time. The appointment was at 08:15. I was stressed out of my mind, but my boyfriend was awfully relaxed. 

We got there on time and the vet - a very pretty, young female - took me and Argentina into a room where my little baby was weighed, given some sedative and then shaved. "Do you mind if I take a picture?", I asked. I figured I at least should have some pictures.

So there I was, taking pictures of my shaved p*ssy. Never have I felt more like one of those annoying parents who are more concerned about getting everything their kid do on tape than the actual well being of said child. I was told the whole thing would take about half an hour and that I was free to leave. They would call me when she was ready to get picked up. 

A few weeks prior to Argentina's surgery the clinic had a poster outside of their clinic with prices for different procedures. The prices for spaying + chip, at that point, was 1500 NOK ,- ($176), so naturally, we just assumed, based on that we were only gonna spay her, not chip her, the total costs would be a little below that.

We couldn't have been more wrong. The entire thing ended up costing us close to 3000 NOK ,- ($352), NOT including pain killers.

We did, however, get all the stuff you see above for free, so I guess it's not so bad after all, but it still kind of sucks that we had to pay so much more than we originally thought.

Argentina spent the entire day sleeping it off and acting drunk, which was kind of funny, yet kind of heartbreaking, to watch. Thankfully she's back to normal now.


5 Weird Norwegian phrases

Category: Norway // 23.06.2017 at .15:25 o' clock // 2 comments

In the northern part of europe, on the western and northern part of the scandinavian peninsula, lies the kingdom of Norway. Home of the vikings, trolls, paganism and heavy metal.

Norwegians are just like everyone else. Nothing particularly special about us. That is, until we open our mouths and say...

Who is this Matias guy, and why is he so crazy? No one knows. But whenever something gets out of hand, we tend to say that it was completely 'crazy matias'.

I don't know who invented this bizarre phrase, but saying something looks like a bombed whore house is just the typical norwegian way of saying "damn, it's messy in here".

You know when you're in a hurry, stressed out, sitting in your car on your way to work, and then suddenly remember that you forgot to lock the door? So you turn around.. Or as we say in norway: you threw yourself around.

Ending a sentence with "I almost said" is a common thing in Norway. Example: "I can sleep anywhere, I almost said" or "it's okay, I almost said". It's funny because.. Well, you didn't almost say it. You actually did say it. 

Norwegians will sometimes say "goodbye in the bathroom" rather than just "goodbye" or "see you later". It doesn't really matter where you are. You could be leaving someones house, or you could be parting after a day of shopping together.. Either way: "goodbye in the bathroom" - sometimes even "goodbye in the bathroom, you old chocolate" (which has nothing to do with the color of ones skin). 


Let's talk about science and love

Category: thoughts // 22.06.2017 at .23:48 o' clock // No comments

I consider myself to be a very monogamous person. When I'm in a relationship there's only him. I don't see other guys the same as I would when I were single. When I'm single I often find myself drawn to good looking, or really funny, guys. When I'm in a relationship, however, I don't find myself drawn to other people at all. No matter how funny or good looking they are, there's just no sexual interest - no desire - there. Never have I felt the need to sleep with another man while in a relationship. Never have I longed for another man's touch or had innapropriate thoughts about some stranger passing me on the street. I don't think it's possible for me to be sexually attracted to two or more people at once. I'm definitely a one man kind of woman. Which, of course, is a very good thing. Yet some people would disagree.

My fiancè and I, just living the monogamous lifestyle :)

Polygamy - the act of being in a relationship involving more than one partner - is on the rise, and as a result of that, people on social media often try to convince me that it's unnatural for human beings to have monogamous relationships. They base this on the fact that our primal instincts are telling us to repoduce as much as possible, with multiple partners, to spread our genes. From a scientific point of view, all mammals - including humans - live to reproduce and secure the survival of their species, and while the males are looking to spread their genes to as many female partners as possible, the famales are looking for 1) the male with the best genes and 2) the best baby daddy. These are, more often than not, not the same guy. Basically we want to have the badboy's children, but we want a nice guy to raise them.

From a scientific point of view I have no problem understanding why polyamorous people live the way they do and why they see monogamy as an unnatural thing. Yet at the same time, I think it's important to remember that we are talking about living creatures here, not clothes. When it comes to living creatures there's no "one size solution fits all". While we, from a scientific point of view, are created to reproduce and secure the survival of the species, it's important to note that not all people want, or are able, to have children of their own. 

One thing that science do not take into consideration are human emotions. Some people don't want children in their lives. Some people don't feel attraction towards other people while in a relationship. Some people are too jealous to let their partner 'spread their genes' to other people.

Emotions are natural. The ability to think, understand, feel and make choices. Because of our emotions we are not bound to be slaves to our own primal instincts. Both monogamy and polygamy are choices we make to secure our own happiness. 

Don't tell me that having one partner at a time isn't natural, based on that your priorities are different than mine. We aren't clones, we are different individuals sharing some similar visual traits. That's all. 


5 natural beauty product replacements

Category: beauty // 22.06.2017 at .13:33 o' clock // 2 comments

Like most girls I have a huge obsession with beauty products. Unlike most girls, I am also greatly concerned with the fact that I'm putting chemicals on my face. That's why, if possible, I will always choose natural, home made products over drugstore ones. Natural products are simply better. For me. For you. For the environment.


The idea that people put chemicals on their face to remove other chemicals from their face always confused me. For as long as I can remember I've been using olive oil. It's natural, eco-friendly, cheap, it won't sting if you get it in your eyes, it doesn't leave your skin looking red, and it removes waterproof makeup.

We all want healthy, beautiful, silky soft hair. Instead of spending all your money on overly expensive hair masks, try coconut oil. Wash your hair with shampoo like you usually would, flip your head, and massage coconut oil all over it. From your roots to your ends, cover it all in coconut oil. Let sit for 30+ minutes, rinse out with water and shampoo, let your hair air dry and you'll have the softest, most beautiful looking hair you've ever seen. Best part? It doesn't even look greasy. Just shiny, soft and healthy.

If you have oily skin, or if you sweat a lot, you know the struggle of your foundation becoming shiny and nasty all too well. That's why people invented powder. Powder absorbs the sweat (or oil) and gives you a matte, more natural, definitely more flattering, look. Here's a little secret most people don't know: you don't need to buy an expensive, chemical-packed powder to get that flattering matte finish. Cocoa powder (for dark skin) and cornstarch (for light skin) works just the same.

Speaking of cornstarch: it also works as a natural dry shampoo.

Hydrogen peroxide is found in all bleaching products, from teeth whitening to hair bleach to skin whitening creams. Hydrogen peroxide is what's causing the bleaching, the other ingredients are just.. Well, who knows? You can buy hydrogen peroxide at your local drugstore for cheap. If you want to use it as a teeth / hair bleaching product, make sure you get the 3% peroxide, and mix it well with water. Any higher % will have an acid-like effect. 


A world without people

Category: thoughts // 22.06.2017 at .03:47 o' clock // No comments

It was almost 4 AM when our dog, Ronja, needed to pee and begged me to take her for a walk. As I was already up working on my new header (do you like it?) I put some shoes on, grabbed my phone and camera and into the night we went.

I've always loved taking long, quiet walks in the night. I love how peaceful everything seems. I love how the streetlights look like small, man made suns in the darkness, and how they shine on the ground, giving it an almost magical kind of look. I love staring at the moon and the stars and just get lost in the thought of an infinite universe for a moment. How it makes me feel so small.

Normal people have no idea how beautiful the night is. How peaceful it is walking around in a world without people. Without voices and faces. To be able to walk around wihout a bra, in your sweatpants and no makeup, and not being judged because there's no one there to give your nasty looks. 

On our short trip around the neighborhood we ran into Sophie, one of my cats. She walked with us until we got home.


Sometimes I wonder...

Category: thoughts // 21.06.2017 at .18:42 o' clock // 2 comments

Sometimes I wonder how much I exist in other peoples lives. Does anyone think of me when a certain song comes on, or they pass through a certain town?

I wonder how many stories I've been a part of that I may have forgotten. I wonder if, just like I sometimes find myself thinking of people I don't speak to anymore, they also randomly find themselves thinking of me.

I wonder how many pictures I've been a part of. How many photoalbums I'm in, owned by people I will never get to know. Just a stranger in the background when you took that selfie, or a photo of your kid on his first holiday. 

I wonder how many times I have passed someone on the street and ended up being on their mind for the rest of the day. I wonder how many people have wanted to talk to me, but didn't.

I wonder how many people have my pictures saved on their phone or computer, and for what purpose.

I wonder how many dreams or nightmares I've been a part of.

And I wonder what I would be remembered for, should I die tomorrow..


An alien cat named Minsten

Category: pets // 21.06.2017 at .13:09 o' clock // 2 comments

Today I want to share with you the story of my cat, Minsten. "Why would I be interested in hearing about your cat?", some people might find themselves asking. I don't really have a good answer to that question, so I'm gonna answer it with another question: why wouldn't you? He's adorable!

Actual photo of Minsten as a kitten ♥.

Back in 2010 I was living in Noresund when one day I came across a blog post saying two kittens would be killed off if no one could take them. Being an animal lover I left a comment saying I would take them, which resulted in two things: 1) my boyfriend at the time getting very upset with me, and 2) a 4,5 hour long drive down to Lillesand to get the kittens.

It didn't take long before the female kitten, named Clarissa, began gaining weight. Turns out her own brother, Stumpi, had made her pregnant. One evening, around midnight, she gave birth to two healthy looking kittens. We named them Bjørn (Bear) and Navnløs (Nameless). Ten hours later Clarissa suddenly gave birth to a third kitten. This kitten was a lot smaller than his siblings. Very skinny and fragile-looking. At first he didn't move at all. Even when I held him, he showed no signs of reaction, and I remember just sitting there with this little guy in my hands, tearing up when my boyfriend told me that unfortunately, he seemed to be a stillborn. 

Turns out he was wrong. After some time the little guy started moving. Even though I was relieved, I still couldn't relax. The kitten was alive, but he was still smaller and weaker than his siblings, and they kept pushing him aside. Clarissa herself paid no attention to him, as if he didn't matter at all.

As he grew older we were faced with yet another problem. The weird-looking kitten seemed to have a broken paw. We took him to the vet, who then told us that the paw was in fact not broken. It was a birth defect, most likely caused by the fact that his parents were siblings. She told us that we could either euthanize him right here and now, or we could let him be. She also told us that right now he didn't seem to be in pain, the deformed paw didn't bother him, but as he grew older and gained more weight it might cause him discomfort, and the humane thing to do would be putting him out of his misery.

I decided to let him be, with a promise that I'd come back if one day the paw caused him trouble.

As he grew older he started looking healthier and more like his siblings. He still had that kind of 'alienface' look, but when they were playing, it was hard to tell him and his siblings apart. When the time came for all the kittens to find new homes, we decided that rather than giving him away to strangers and trust them to pay extra attention to his paw, we should keep him and give away his mother instead.

It was a very hard decision to make, and I cried my eyes out when it was time for her to leave. At that time we were living in Lillestrøm, close to Oslo, and I begged the landlord to please be so kind and let me keep them both, but unfortunately the message was loud and clear: ONE cat. I had to choose ONE out of all of them.

Minsten all grown up!

Shortly after, we moved to Gol to be closer to my boyfriends' family. Minsten lived his life as an indoor cat for a few years, until 2012 when we took him to the vet to get him spayed. Little did we know he would end up dead. The vet spent ten minutes(!) trying to revive him and was close to giving up, when finally he came back from the dead. For the next 24 hours I sat with him in the living room, just making sure he was okay. I didn't get up for anything, unless I had to go to the bathroom. 

In july 2015 we decided he needed a girlfriend and ended up with a rescue kitten named Argentina. Little less than a month later we broke up, and I was left to care for the two of them all by myself. About a year after that, I found a new boyfriend who had two pets of his own: a dog named Ronja and a Cat named Kåre / Pus. Cat number four, named Sophie, came into our lives earlier this year, and we're a happy family of two humans, four cats and a dog.



Why you should spay your cat

Category: Life, according to me // 20.06.2017 at .18:30 o' clock // No comments

Thursday morning I'm taking my little princess, Argentina (2), to the vet to get her spayed. She's been an indoor cat all her life but now it's time to grant her some freedom, which means she will have to get spayed - or as I like to call it: "fixed" - before we let her walk out the door (or window) and explore the outside world.

According to some guy on facebook, spaying your cat is a bad idea. He wrote, and I quote:

"To all of you who think all cats in Norway should be spayed: we are eradicating the cats! (...) Don't tell me it's not about eradicating the cats! What do you think will happen when cats can't get pregnant anymore? Are the kittens just gonna appear out of thin air?"

The thing is: there are way too many cats in Norway already. I love animals and the idea of a world full of cats, but not like this. Right now there are more cats than there are people willing to welcome them into their homes, and as a result of that, many cats end up homeless. A homeless cat isn't a happy cat. A cat who's left to himself, with no one to care for him, is a cat that will die a slow, painful death. It's not about eradicating the cats, it's about population control. Only when every cat has a place to call home, we can slow down and relax about the spaying. Only when there are no cats dying on the streets we can let them get pregnant. Right now, when hundreds of cats are left to die alone, some because they've never had a home, and others because their family kicked them out before going on a holiday, the humane thing to do is to spay your cat.




The best sunscreen for makeup

Category: beauty // 20.06.2017 at .15:26 o' clock // No comments

The secret to staying young forever? Become a vampire. Or have some mutated genes like that Brooke Greenberg kid (rest in peace). The secret to looking young even though you are getting older? Sunscreen!

Did you know that more than 90% of all visible signs of aging are caused by the sun? That's why beauty gurus all over the world are obsessing over sunscreen. In fact, according to those beauty gurus, you should wear sunscreen 20+ every day, all year round, even if it's a cloudy day, to keep those damaging UVA and UVB's from penetrating your skin.

If you're a guy, this shouldn't be too hard. Just buy any sunscreen and put it on before leaving the house. If you're a girl, however, it's a little more difficult. Girls wear makeup, and because most sunscreens are oily, the two don't mix very well, and you end up looking like you're sweaty. I mean that in a "just escaped from hell"-kind of way. It's not very flattering and you will cringe every time you see a mirror. Believe me, I talk (type) from experience.

Thanks to the internet I found my life / skin saver. It's an asian (japanese) brand called Biorè, and they have the most amazing sunscreen ever! It's perfect under makeup because it's made of a water-like texture rather than the typical oily one, which basically means it won't make you look sweaty or greasy. If you can stand the smell (it smells heavily of alcohol, but don't worry, the smell will dissapear once you put it on your skin) this is definitely worth buying!

Biorè sunscreen:

contains SPF 50
Is made of a water-like texture
does not leave a whitecast
protects your skin from both UVA and UVB's
Does not clog your pores
Is waterproof






Why livingdoll

Category: Personal // 19.06.2017 at .20:31 o' clock // No comments

I've always been the so called 'weird kid'. Even from a very young age people would make a big fuzz over my looks. I remember being six years old and beaten up on a daily basis by classmates. I remember being seven and people would whisper "look at her eyes, she looks like an alien" behind my back. As I grew older and started applying makeup, the word 'alien' was quickly replaced by another word: doll. More often than not I was told that I didn't look natural, that I was wearing too much makeup and that I should "shut up cause dolls can't talk". Just silly things like that.

Rather than letting it define me, I turned it into a username on social media. I once heard that no one can make fun of you if you've already made fun of yourself first, and that was what I was going for. I created social media accounts named "Barbie", "Bimbo", "Crazy", "alien"... Basically every word they threw at me as an insult, I turned into a username. There were, of course, some words I couldn't use. Some words I didn't want to use because no matter how much you try, you can't turn it around and own it. Words like fat, ugly, retarded, worthless..

In 2013 being a 'doll' suddenly became a hype. Russian 'living dolls' were all over the news. One after another they came forward setting unrealistic examples for young females. At first there were only two of them: Valeriya Lukyanova and Anastasiya Shpagina. Then came Venus Palermo, Anzhelika Kenova and Valeriyas friend Dominika Kjosa. Suddenly the old Paris Hilton / Pamela Anderson kind of Barbie look was old news. Now everyone wanted to be like the russian dolls. The ones that didn't even look human.

It didn't take long before people started accusing me of copying Valeriya Lukyanova. I've had people seeing my pictures online and report my profile because they can't tell me and Valeriya apart and think I've stolen her pictures. I personally don't mind. I think Valeriya is absolutely gorgeous and we definitely have a lot in common. We are very much alike personality-wise, and share many of the same values.

At that time another blogger already owned the username '' so I couldn't have it. I had to wait for her to delete her blog. I never thought she would do it, but in late 2014 she did. Out of respect - and because I didn't want people to accuse me of trying to take 'her place' - I waited a few years before finally using it.



About me

Category: Personal // 19.06.2017 at .15:46 o' clock // No comments

Hello everyone and welcome to my blog! My name is Jessica Baliciel, I'm 26 years old and living in Gol, Norway with four cats and a dog. On my twenty sixth birthday I met the guy who would later become my boyfriend. On new years eve, just a few months later, we got engaged.

I've always been passionate about writing, which is why I started my first blog when I was only nine years old. Half a dozen blogs later I ended up here, on Here you will find blog posts about makeup, clothes, DIY and other girly things that I'm sure will make my manly readers roll their eyes. You will also get to know me on a personal level as I will be sharing my thoughts and ideas, happiness and sadness, pictures... And very strong opinions on topics that most people wouldn't dare speak up against in fear of being disliked or frowned upon.



Through social media I've come to know a lot of people from all over the world. Most of them don't speak Norwegian. Some of them read my blog regardless. So I wanted to make a blog in a language they could actually understand.