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You won't be needing a hairdresser anymore

Category: Hår // 29.08.2017 at.19:05 o' clock // 3 comments

Hair, especially to a woman, plays an important role in her life. A bad hair day can ruin her mood. A good hair day can give her a real confidence boost. And when it comes to getting over an ex, for some reason, you feel a little more done with him after dyeing your hair. New hair, new life, new boyfriend - at least that's how the saying goes. With hair being so important to us, it's only natural that we want to take good care of it. Hairdressers and stylists know this, and that's why they charge so much, even for simple things like bleaching your roots or cutting off your split ends.  After reading this blog post, however, you can kiss your hairdresser goodbye and save your money!


It's most likely because you've bleached the life out of it. Here's how to fix it:

01 Wash your hair with this shampoo.
02 Apply this hair mask to your hair. Let sit for 10+ minutes.
03 Rinse out and wash with conditioner of your own choice.
04 Towel dry your hair and spray with this. DO NOT RINSE OUT! 

You'll quickly see restults. Repeat these steps twice a week.

Here's what you should do:

01 Wash your hair with shampoo.
02 Soak your hair from roots to ends in huge amounts of coconut oil.
03 Let sit for 10+ minutes.
04 Wash out with shampoo.

Then, wait for your hair to air dry and you'll have the softest, healthiest looking hair you've ever seen. It won't look greasy at all, just silky soft. It's important to remember that this is no hair mask. It won't repair your hair. It'll just make it look healthy.  It's like makeup for your hair.


Swimming pools can turn bleached hair green. Luckily, there's an easy way to fix it.

01 Get your hair wet.
02 Apply ketchup to your hair. Let sit for 10 minutes.
03 Rinse out.

The green should now magically have dissapeared.

Sometimes bleaching your hair at home means more yellow, less white, hair. Your secret weapon is this:

01 Get your hair wet.
02 Apply this shampoo.
03 Rinse out.

How long you should leave the shampo in depends on your hair and how damaged it is. For some, a minute is enough. For others, 20-40 min will give them the shade they want. If you happen to leave it in for too long, your hair will turn grey / blue-ish, but don't worry; it'll wash out eventually.

Part 2 of this blog post will be published later...




Dear stranger on social media

Category: Verden, fra mitt perspektiv // 28.08.2017 at.21:34 o' clock // No comments

We all come into this world as small, fragile creatures. Defenseless, and probably scared to death by all the new faces, sounds, and smells. Some of us scream at birth. Others lie completely still. This is the first sign that even though we are similar in looks, our minds work differently.

As we grow older, our parents will start to detect a personality; some of us sleep a lot, others do not. Some of us want to be breastfed, others will scream their lungs out until you give them a bottle. Some are eager to meet new people, others are shy.

Eventually we learn to walk and talk. We can finally use words to tell people what we prefer. Some want dolls, others want cars. Some want pretty little pink dresses, others want a t-shirt and a pair of pants. Some enjoy watching movies and playing video games, others want to climb trees and bake cakes out of mud.

Then we start school. We are taught that there is a right, and a wrong, way to do things. A classmate of mine was taught she held the pencil wrong. She drew the most amazing pictures, but no; she held the pencil wrong. I, personally, used 'the wrong hand'. Another kid read 'too slow'. We are taught that even though it works for us, it's not right, and it has to change. We are taught to let go of our uniqueness and adapt to a 'one way fits all' kind of style.

We are taught that differences are something we should discourage. That girls love pink and boys love blue. That two girls, or two guys, cannot have romantic feelings for each other. That boys can't wear dresses and girls can't have short hair, unless they're sick. We are taught these things, and we are taught that if anyone is different - if anyone is 'wrong' - they need to be destroyed. They need to learn their place. That what they are doing is wrong, and it has consequences.

So we bully. We mock people. We laugh at them. We treat them like garbage. Because that's what we've been taught to do, and that's why so many don't realize that it's a bad thing. Even worse; that's why so many people willingly hurt other people, and feel no regret for their actions, even though they know they are causing them pain.

With social media it becomes even easier to bully, because your victim aren't physically there with you, and can't take revenge. If you were standing in front of them and pissing them off, they could slap you across the face or kick you in the nuts, but on social media they can't do that. All they can do is run their fingers across the keyboard. On social media you can make fun of a person without even having to look them in the eyes.

Sadly, I've noticed people taking advantage of that. Especially grown men and women in their late 30's and mid 40's. Some even older. Whenever I comment something on facebook and someone disagrees with me, I usually have people mocking the way I look or they are telling others not to take me seriously because I write a blog. I once had a guy telling me: "before you talk about superficiality, take a look in the mirror". That one comment in particular annoyed me.

It didn't hurt me. It didn't make me feel bad about myself or question my abilities. It simply annoyed me, for the exact reason that superficiality has nothing to do with how a person looks. Even though we are taught that you can always see on a person how they are as people, that's wrong.

That fat chick in the resturant? Who knows, maybe she used to be bigger? Maybe she's starving herself? Don't assume she's just "stuffing her face" and don't care about what she looks like.

That skinny chick on the bus? Maybe she's eating like crazy but are unable to gain weight. Don't just assume she's an anorexic.

That chick with a lot of makeup, expensive clothes and perfect hair? Maybe she's the nicest person you'll ever meet. Don't assume that just because she's pretty, she must be either dumb or full of herself.

The chick who doesn't wear makeup and wears hand me down clothes that hardly fit? Who knows, she could be really into fashion and makeup, she's just too poor to afford it, and she'd rather wear no makeup than cheap makeup because she actually takes care of her skin?

That stripper in the club? Maybe she's a stripper so she can afford to take a higher education.

That straight A student? Maybe she's the biggest party girl around town. Goes crazy two days a week, takes school seriously five days a week?

That fourteen year old mother? Maybe she was raped.

I don't judge people based on what they look like. I judge them based on whether or not they're treating me like shit. So dear stranger seeing my pictures and telling me that I don't have a right to talk about superficiality because I look a certain way, let me ask you a question:

What's more superficial; having a face full of makeup, or going around judging people based on their profile picture on facebook?


How to: change font on your headline

Category: How to (blogg) // 28.08.2017 at.14:24 o' clock // No comments

You've probably noticed that I like to change my headline font frequently.
Here's how you do it!


01 Go to fonts.google.com and find a font you like. Click on the + next to the text to select it.

02 A black marker with "family selected" should now appear in the lower right corner. Click on it.

03 Click on @import and copy the following: @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=YOUR+FONT+HERE'); your font here will contain the name of the font you've chosen.

04 Log into your blogg.no blog, click on bloggdesign, then HTML and STILSETT (css)

05 Take the @import url you copied in step 2 and paste it above entry }

06 Scroll down until you find H2 and something like this:
font-family: 'Dancing script ', calibri;

07 Change Dancing Script (or whatever font you're currently using) to the name of your chosen font. Don't remove the ' 's, they are very important.

08 Scroll down, until you find H2 again. Repeat step 7.

09 Save your changes.


Zuhair Murad spring 2017, personal favorites

Category: Klær og tilbehør // 26.08.2017 at.10:17 o' clock // 2 comments

Check out Zuhair Murad spring 2017 ready to wear collection!

See the full collection here, if you haven't seen it already.


I feel like the first four dresses (in this blog post) have a hint of a
futuristic ice queen vibe
to them, that I just love

The last four are just so elegant and classy!

Tell me your favorites in the comment section ^^


Re-watching "Buffy The vampire slayer" in 2017

Category: Tanker & meninger // 25.08.2017 at.23:03 o' clock // 6 comments

The first season of Buffy the vampire slayer aired in 1997, when I was only seven years old. I didn't understand much english at the time, and my mother wouldn't let me watch the show, so I would sneak up past bed time, sit quietly on the stairs and watch from there, hoping that she wouldn't notice me. The vampires never terrified me, but they did scare my older sister, who insisted I slept in her bed so she'd feel safer.

When all the other girls wanted to wear pretty dresses and be Disney princesses, I wanted to be just like Buffy. I didn't want to be a pretty girl, waiting for prince charming to come and find me. I wanted to be a strong girl, who could take care of herself. When all the other girls were pretending to be popstars and celebrities, I was pretending to be Buffy. As I watched Buffy and Angel fall in love on screen, I, too, wanted a vampire boyfriend. As I watched Willow practice witchcraft, I, too, wanted to learn how to cast spells. But, of course, I knew it was all fiction.

Once in a while there were a few episodes that gave me nightmares. One of them was "Killed by death" (season 2, episode 18), in which there's an invisible demon that only sick children can see. As someone who was often suffering from fever due to an allergic reaction, you can imagine how terrifying this was for me. Especially once the fever fantasies kicked in. I consider it a miracle that I didn't scare myself into an early heart attack when I was younger.

Re-watching Buffy as an adult makes me realize things I didn't notice as a child. Like how they used low quality cameras throughout all seven seasons, and how some episodes seem to be a quick fix, as in 'something went wrong, let's fix it with a spell'. I can't help but notice that the werewolf costumes look like they've been bough on some left over halloween sale.

Re-watching the show in 2017 also makes me wonder if it was the love story between sixteen year old Buffy and the two-hundred-and-something year old vampire Angel that inspired the writers of modern vampire movies such as the twilight saga and the vampire diaries.

As a twenty six year old I can also understand many of the sexualized jokes in the show, that I didn't understand when I was younger, and appreciate how creative the show really is.

Even today there are some epsiodes that gives me the creeps. Such as "hush" (season 4, episode 10) and "normal again" (season 6, episode 17). There are episodes that breaks my heart, such as "passion" (season 2, episode 17) and "the body" (season 5, episode 16), and there are characters that I appreciate even more now than I did when I was younger, and relate to on a much deeper level, such as Anyanka. 


(if not, get season 1-7 here! DVD, area code 2; europe)



Get to know me a little bit better

Category: Personlig // 24.08.2017 at.20:32 o' clock // 2 comments

01 I had my appendix removed when I was six years old
02 I bite my nails when I'm bored
03 My eyes are super sensitive to (day)light.
04 I shave my legs every day. My hair grows super fast!
05 My favorite animal is the fruit bat, also known as 'flying dogs'.
06 I believe in aliens

07 I've never tried to smoke a sigarette.
08 I don't get hangovers.
09 My favorite food is pasta.
10 I sleep in sports bras
11 I believe in life after death
12 I've never done drugs (not even weed).

13 I'm left-handed, but I can't use any of those things made for left handed people.

14 I don't sing. EVER!
15 I've never had a one night stand
16 I've never worn hair extensions
17 Unlike most girls, I don't want company in the bathroom

18 I typically avoid people with a lot of money.
19 I feel very uncomfortable around my own family.
20 I dislike my own birthday, but I still want people to remember it.

21 I've had red, black, brown, lime green, pink, blue, honey and blonde hair.

22 I have an older brother I've only met once
23 I don't have any tattoo's or piercings.
24 My first, and only, celebrity crushes were Spike and Angel from Buffy the vampire slayer.

25 I overcame my fear of spiders when I was 16 by letting a tarantula crawl on me

26 I'd rather watch a concert on TV than be at the concert.




Angel on earth

Category: Personlig // 22.08.2017 at.18:40 o' clock // No comments

She stretches her arms out,
stares up at the sky,
wishes for wings,
that could teach her to fly

she's trapped on earth here;
feet tied to the ground,
the forces of gravity,
keep pushing her down

To the world she's just a person,
to a person, she could be the world,
she wants to be an angel,
but she's only a girl

She's life's puppet,
and she'll break all the strings,
but for now,
she's just a girl
of earning her wings



The (only) good thing that came from bullying

Category: Personlig // 21.08.2017 at.18:02 o' clock // No comments

When I was six years old, I was beaten by my fellow classmates for being fat. Looking back at old pictures, I realize I wasn't. I was a healthy, thin girl. But it changed me. From that day forward, whatever went wrong in my life, the devil on my shoulder would always tell me it was because I was fat.

When I was eight years old, people started to make fun of my voice. Every time I picked up the phone, the caller would mistake me for a boy, and my older sister found it hilarious. She would constantly tell me how, when I gave her the phone, the caller said things like "I didn't know you had a younger brother", or "was that your brother?". Eventually I just stopped answering the phone. People in my class made fun of my voice, too. They called me a boy. This resulted in that, for a short amount of time, I refused to speak in class or read out loud because of my voice.

When I was ten, the cute boy in class turned me down, because I was ugly.

Every day they had a new excuse to beat me, call me names, threaten me and treat me like trash.

One day in history class, when I was twelve, the teacher asked the whole class to stand up. "Those who are against death penalty, sit down", he said. Every single one of my classmates sat down. At first it was just one or two. Then a few more. Then another few. In the end, they all sat down. As I looked around me, I noticed I was the only kid still standing. People started mumbling. Staring. "Aren't you against death penalty?", the teacher asked me, obviously thinking I hadn't heard him, or that I was too stupid to understand that I was supposed to sit down. "No", I answered. More mumbling. More staring. "Why not?", he asked.

"Well", I said, "it depends on the situation. Should a thief be sentenced to death? Of course not. But what about rapists, then? Or child molesters? Or killers? Why should they be allowed to live, while their victims hide, terrified, in their own homes, scared of going outside because they might see him again? People often think of death as punishment, but it's not. We're all gonna die some day. Death is the easy way out. If you really wanted to punish someone, you'd keep them alive. As a victim of rape, or bullying, or abuse. You'd keep them alive, and let them live their entire lives scared of what's coming next. Always looking over their shoulder. Not being able to sleep at night because they're too stressed out and scared. Let them re-live the same moment over and over again as soon as they close their eyes, till they find falling asleep just as scary as what happened to them. That's punishment. That's the kind of things that makes you wish you were never born in the first place. What death penalty is really about, is giving closure to the victims. So they no longer have to look over their shoulders. So they no longer have to live in fear, just thinking that one day he's gonna get out of jail and walk free again. So they can breathe out, and be safe, knowing he's gone forever, and can never come back to hurt them. That's what it's all about, and that's why I'm not gonna sit down. Some people ruin lives, and they shouldn't get a second chance".

For a minute, the room went silent. Even the teacher seemed a little confused, a little insecure, about what to say next.

It was in that moment I realized something; because I had been mocked and dehumanized for so long, I wasn't afraid of what they'd think of me. I already knew. Nothing I said or did could make them dislike me more, or treat me worse, than they already had for years. Even if I had sat down, pretending to agree with them, it wouldn't keep them from using me as a punching bag later.

So that's at least one good - one good in an ocean of bad - things that came from being bullied from a young age: I was never afraid to speak my mind, say "the wrong" things, have "the wrong" opinions, or wear the "wrong" clothes, because every consequense I could possibly fear from standing out and being different, I had already experienced. 

This is not a way of saying it's okay to bully a person. It's never okay to take someones happiness, inner peace, self esteem and will to live away for your own amusement. I'm just looking at the bright side of things here. Finding the good in the bad is the key to overcome your pain.


Women aren't the only victims

Category: Verden, fra mitt perspektiv // 19.08.2017 at.12:56 o' clock // 7 comments

Being a girl is hard. You're constantly told, even from a young age, what you should be like. That you shouldn't eat too much sugar because you'll get fat, and boys don't like fat girls. That you should watch your mouth, because boys don't like a girl with a bad language. As you grow older, you're taught that short hair is for boys only, and that they like girls with long, soft hair.

When you become a teenager you're taught to shave your private parts because hair is for grown men, and that your breasts should be bigger, because that's what guys like. You're taught to hide your imperfections with makeup, so you'll look perfect and guys will find you pretty. You are also taught that guys don't like too much makeup, so you better watch it. You're supposed to look natural, with the help of unnatural products. You're compared to celebrities like Megan Fox and Pamela Anderson, and expected to look like that naturally, because a girl who's had cosmetic surgery is a fake. You're expected to have the bedroom skills of a porn star, but at the same time, you shouldn't have too much experience because that means you're a slut.

Being a girl is hard, and not a day goes by without some girl complaining about it on social media.

It seems to me that, with the spotlight being on us girls and our constant whining about how the sizes in the clothing store doesn't fit us any more, the beach body, the price tag on tampons, for so long, we've forgotten that women aren't the only victims.

It seems that we've forgotten...

that guys are mocked for talking about their feelings or showing emotions because it's "girly" and "weak".

that being a male virgin makes people think of him as a loser.

that if a guy's not confident in his own skin he's expected to suck it up and not talk about it.

that a guy can't be into fashion, hair or skin care without people thinking he's into other men as well.

that the word 'gay' is used as an insult, as a way of telling a guy he's less of a man.

that a man dressed as a woman is considered a freak and often bullied for it.

that abusive relationships where the male is the victim aren't taken seriously.

that men being raped by women aren't taken seriously.

that men aren't supposed to wear pink because it's considered a girly color.

that men working in kindergartens are often thought to be pedophiles.

that while girls are expected to have a hot bikini body, men are expected to have a sixpack.

that if a man impregnates a woman, she can have an abortion without his consent.

that if the condom breaks, she can make him a father without his consent and by law force him to DNA test against his will and pay up for the next 18 years of his life.

that if a couple split up, their children usually stays with the mother.

that being a lesbian is more socially acceptable than being a gay male.

that while girls worry about the size of their breasts, guys worry about the size of their dick.

that while we have breast cancer awareness month every october, there's no such thing as testicular cancer awareness month.

that it's more socially acceptable for little girls to dream of their wedding day than it is for little boys.

that men are often mocked by their friends for being "whipped" when respecting their girlfriend.

So how bout we stop pretending that females are the only victims of society and start dealing with the fact that we're all "victims" here, and the only difference is that while one gender was brought up to talk about their feelings, the other was brought up to brush it off and 'take it like a man'?


10 tips to save more money

Category: Verden, fra mitt perspektiv // 16.08.2017 at.22:25 o' clock // No comments

Money, money, money - that's all people seem to talk about most of their lives. They either have too much and enjoy bragging about it, or they have too little and suffer because of it. Most of us are somewhere in between: we get to eat 3 times a day and pay our bills, but we find ourselves wishing we could afford a fancier car or a bigger house. Here's my ten tips on how to save more money.

01 You can get food at 50% off if it expires the next day. Stock up and freeze it.
02 Make, and bring, your own lunch to work / school.
03 Walking / biking saves you a lot of gas money.
04 Never buy a piece of clothing just because it's on sale.

05 Buy directly from China. Most of the items (not including food) you buy here have a 'made in china' label on them. Clothes, toys, sunglasses, bags.. Things like that. That's because the products are sold from China to resellers in Norway, USA, England, basically everywhere. It's common practice, at least here in Norway, to add an extra zero to the price. A toy that would cost you 2 NOK ($0.26) in China would cost 20 NOK ($2.53) in Norway. A piece of clothing that would cost 20 NOK in China ($2.53), are sold by H&M for 200 NOK ($26), and so on. By buying directly from China, for example through eBay, you'll save a lot of money.
06 Get a free membership wherever possible. Supermarkeds and gas station usually offer a membership discount.

You can get a designer bag for (almost) a reasonable price by buying second hand.

08 Work out at home instead of getting a gym membership.

09 As long as there's daylight, you don't need to use lamps. Unless you live in a house where there are no, or very few, windows.

10 Learn how to cook.


It runs in the family

Category: Story of my life // 15.08.2017 at.12:42 o' clock // One comment

I once heard that all it takes for some parents to consider having another baby, is seeing a toddler. Looking back at old baby pictures, or seeing some stranger hold their little girl or boy's hand in the supermarket. I'm a lot like that, but with animals. I see an animal, and I instantly consider having another one, even though I know, in the back of my mind, that I really shouldn't.

I already have four grown cats, but when my boyfriends mother invited us over for dinner on sunday and I saw these little beauties, my head started thinking.. Wouldn't it be nice to have a little kitten running around the apartment? It's just one more. We have room for one more, right?

Luckily, I also have something called common sense. I know I shouldn't have another one. So I won't.

I think it runs in my family. My grandma Lily was a cat person. She and grandpa always welcomed stray cats into their home. As a little girl I loved that and would always go around their house looking for cats and try to befriend the new, shy ones. My dad used to have a handful of cats as well. Not nearly as many as grandma, but still a handful. 

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Look for anything but your perfect match

Category: Verden, fra mitt perspektiv // 14.08.2017 at.18:41 o' clock // 2 comments


When looking for a new friend or lover, don't go looking for your perfect match.

Instead, look for someone who's different.

If you always surround yourself with people who are just like yourself, that's all you'll ever know.

People who are always surrounding themselves with things they're already familiar with, things that are safe, that they know they'll like, will never grow. They'll be like trees; stuck in one place.

Life's so much more than just your version of it.

Find yourself a person who's different, and let them influence you with their personality. Let them take you places you've never even considered going, and let them choose that one movie on netflix that you've scrolled past a billion times because it looks boring. Let them take you to concerts and listen to bands you've never heard of and genres of music you've never even liked. Give them some money and let them buy you something they'd want you to wear.

Because, who knows? You might be surprised.

Surprised by how good that movie turned out to be, or how the lyrics in that one song seems to describe you perfectly. Surprised by how nice that place was, or how sexy you felt in the outfit they picked out for you, even if you'd never consider buying any of those pieces when shopping by yourself.

You might end up finding new favorites

in things you'd never even consider giving a chance

if it weren't for that person who came into your life,

opened your eyes,

and gave you a whole new perspective on things.


I refuse to be an energy vampire

Category: Personlig // 14.08.2017 at.12:30 o' clock // No comments

In modern times, where people tend to self diagnose a lot and use these diagnoses as a way of getting sympathy and attention, having a real diagnosis or two can be challenging. I, myself, was diagnosed - may I add; by a professional - with post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) and social anxiety not too long ago. It would only be natural for people to wonder: am I turning into one of 'those people'? Am I gonna be someone who wears my diagnoses high and proud and try to create this whole 'PTSD-Jessica' personality where I sit on social media and complain about my life being a living hell, and how I'm just a victim of society?

The short and simple answer to that question is no. I refuse to be one of those people who enters a room and suck all the happiness out of it. I refuse to be "poor Jessica", the girl with all the issues. I don't want to be that annoying person who's always complaining about life being unbearable. The one people eventually will start to avoid because it's just so depressing being around her. I think we've all met some people fitting that description, and although they might be nice people, and we feel sorry for them, they're just not pleasant to be around.

In case you guys didn't know, there's actually a word for those kinds of people. They're called energy vampires. Because instead of sucking your blood like a normal vampire, they drain you of your energy. I, for one, refuse to be an energy vampire.

One thing my psychiatrist told me, that I found very interesting, is that the diagnoses shows themselves in different ways. No two people with PTSD or social anxiety are the same. The diagnoses shows itself in certain ways, that are unique for every person. While some people with social anxiety will find it challenging to go to the mall or anywhere there are lots of people, others, like me, really enjoys those kind of things but will instead find it hard and unpleasant to pay for things and communicate with the cashier. With that in mind, I thought it'd be a good idea to tell you exactly how my diagnoses portray themselves in my case.


I find it difficult to order (or pay for) things face to face.

I have some serious issues picking up, or making, phonecalls.

  Videochats? I just can't.

I can't speak foreign languages (such as english) if there are Norwegians in the room / house / apartment. Funny enough, I have no problem speaking english in front of americans or any non-scandinavian person.

I can't work out in front of people, use the vacuum cleaner, show emotions, dance, write (or type on my laptop) or sing in front of people. Fun fact; I have absolutely no problem doing any of those things if I'm playing a character. I used to do some acting back in my younger days. But as me, the real person, I can't do those things.

I sometimes get so nervous socializing that I get physically sick. Like headaches, stomach cramps, all kinds of bad things.

  When I get stressed out, my brain just blanks out and I can't function. So naturally, I could never work as a cashier (which I had to find out the hard, embarrassing way when I was seventeen).


I have re-occuring nightmares at least twice a week about things that have happened in my past.

If I hear certain names I might have an instant, mental breakdown.
I have flashbacks, both images and sounds, that can ruin my entire day.

  There are places I can never visit without getting totally fucked up. The house I grew up in used to be one of those places. The very first time I went home alone after moving out as a nineteen year old, I had a mental breakdown the very same day and my then-boyfriend had to come get me. I was 23 at the time.

I find it unpleasant to walk anywhere near the road by myself after dark, due to things that happened in my past. I actually feel safer walking in the woods in pitch black darkness.

  Certain voices can make my heart skip a beat.

I don't feel safe around people with knives. Even if they're just cutting vegetables. Once again, because of things that happened in the past.

I always have to check my bedroom window before going to bed, to see if there's anyone out there.


But I'm still a happy person who loves shopping, travelling, partying and a little bit of attention. Who speaks her mind and feel confident looking different. Who's not bothered by people staring at me. Unless, of course, I'm doing certain things mentioned above.


How to make life great again

Category: Verden, fra mitt perspektiv // 13.08.2017 at.13:16 o' clock // One comment

I love the 21st century. Yet, at the same time, I find it very depressing. Sure it's fun to watch a movie or spend some time on social media once in a while, but I just can't shake the feeling that I'm wasting my time. That I should be enjoying my youth intead of spending it sitting in my own living room staring into a screen of some sorts. After all, isn't that the kind of things we should be doing when we are old and our legs no longer work without the help of a walker?

01 Get a pen pal. Preferably a family member that lives far away. Instead of calling them on skype or texting them on facebook, write them an actual letter and send it in the mail. Ask them to write you back. Try to write each other once a week / month. Not only is it a great way of connecting with your family members on a deeper level, but even to this day, recieving a hand written letter from someone you care about, just feels more personal than a quick text or a call.

02 Dates these days tend to be shallow. Most people just text each other their adress and meet up for some netflix and chill. Next time, make it a picnic. Put on your sundress, pack some goodies (bread, butter, all that usual stuff, maybe even some cupcakes) and go to the park, or somewhere else, and have an actual date. Most people think of this as a summer activity only, but  if you change your clothing, you can do picnic dates all year round.

03 Speaking of picnic dates; it doesn't have to be during the day. Get out in the middle of the night and head for the hills. Do some star gazing, and wait for the sun to rise. Bring your camera.

04 Go camping. In tents.

05 Go somewhere new. I know that if you're unemployed you probably can't afford to just pack your bags and buy a ticket to Spain. But that doesn't mean you have to stay home. Book a hotel room in another state or town, and see what it has to offer. Probably a lot more than you originally thought. 

06 Don't have any friends? On facebook you do! So why not throw yourself a party and invite them?

07 Dare to be yourself. From my "whisper" days (it's an app where people share secrets anonymously), I remember a lot of people saying they love halloween because it's the one day a year when they can truly be themselves without people judging them. That's sad. That's really, really sad. Especially because the people they fear judgment from are, in fact, just people. People who are no better, and no worse, than you. People who, just like you, fear judgment from other people. Don't force yourself to put up a mask and pretend to be something you feel like isn't really you, just to please other people. Pardon my french, but fuck that shit. Be yourself. Even if that means walking around with fangs and red contacts in July. Don't ever let the fear of being different keep you from expressing your inner self. Because until you're living life as yourself, you're not living at all. What a waste it would be, to die, without having ever truly lived. 

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Be the change

Category: Personlig // 12.08.2017 at.02:29 o' clock // No comments

random names pop into my head.
So I search them up on facebook,
and stalk their profile for a few minutes,
just to see if they're okay.

a mouse or an insect enters my home.
So I pick it up,
and carry it outside.

I get overwhelmed by memories.
Faces and places,
things I've said and done.
So I take my time to text people,
and apologize for things I said ten or twelve years ago.
For things I did,
or for things that may or may not have hurt them.

The people whose names pop into my head,
will never know I saw them,
that I stalked them on facebook,
that they were on my mind.
But that's okay,
they don't need to know;
as long as they're safe.

I watch over them,
not because I owe them anything,
not because I know them,
but because at one point,
when I was all alone,
all I wanted was someone to see me.

When I save an insect or a mouse,
I often have people asking me why.
Don't I know that these are pests,
or just worthless beings?
But I remember a time,
when I was the one they called a pest,
and I was the one being treated
like my existence didn't matter.

I apologize to people,
for things they probably don't even remember,
and I do it,
because I wish someone would apologize to me,
for hurting me
all those years ago.

I am not a better person than anyone,
but I'm trying.
Because experience has taught me
that you can't make the people of the world change,
you can only change yourself
and hope that one day,
the rest will follow.

Treat people like you want to be treated,
and be the change you wish to see.
And if once you were treated badly,
be the person you used to wait for.
Be the hand you wanted to hold,
or the guardian angel you wish you had.
Be there for someone else,
because no one was there for you,
and you know how much that hurt.


Finally a foundation for super pale people

Category: Skjønnhet // 11.08.2017 at.15:20 o' clock // 3 comments

If you're white - literally white - finding a foundation that matches your skin tone can be difficult. In my case, I'm not really white, but I'm pale enough that even the lightest shades of most foundations are still a little bit darker than my skin. I've been searching for a lighter foundation for decades, but all I could find were vampire cosplay makeup, that aren't meant to be worn on a daily basis or for long periods of time.

Eventually I found the foundation pictured above. A color correction foundation by chinese brand Laikou. A color correction foundation aren't meant to be worn like a normal foundation, but mixed with your favorite foundation to lighten it. Putting the Laikou color correction foundation directly on your skin without mixing it up first will still give you a nice, natural, pale look, but it doesn't really have much coverage, and it will start fading in just a few hours. It's not as creamy on the skin as it appears when you pump it out of the bottle, either. If you want a nice coverage that will last on your skin, mix it up with your normal foundation.

What I really like about this color correction foundation is that shade 01 is white. It's literally white. Like snow or a piece of paper. It's also inexpensive, so if you want, you can buy different shades so you can mix up your foundation as seasons change.

Get it here.

Also, if you're concerned about animal testing (because it's from China, after all), read this. I would never recommend animal tested products.





Dyretesting i Kina

Category: Skjønnhet // 10.08.2017 at.13:42 o' clock // No comments

"Jeg mener ikke å være frekk men jeg trodde du var imot dyretesting? Så hvorfor kjøper du og reklamerer for produkter fra asia når Kinesiske lover krever at alle sminkeprodukter blir testet på dyr?"

Dette spørsmålet fikk jeg på facebook i dag morges, og jeg er ganske sikker på at hun ikke er den eneste som ønsker et svar på akkurat dèt spørsmålet. Derfor tenkte jeg det var like greit å skrive et blogginnlegg om det.

Først og fremst vil jeg starte med å si at de aller fleste av mine asiatiske skjønnhetsprodukter kommer fra steder som Japan og Sør-Korea, hvor de ikke har noen klare lover for dette med dyretesting. Loven krever ikke dyretesting, men den forbyr det heller ikke. I alle fall ikke ennå. Sør-Korea har avgitt et løfte om å stoppe all dyretesting innen 2018.

Av alle de asiatiske landene, er Kina det eneste landet hvor loven faktisk krever at alle kosmetiske produkter produsert utenfor kina testes på dyr før de selges på det kinesiske markedet. Dette inkluderer:

  • Sminke
  • Parfyme
  • Hudpleie
  • Neglelakk / neglelakkfjerner
  • Hårprodukter
  • Hårfarge
  • Deodorant
  • Solkrem
  • Hvitningsprodukter (tannbleking, hudpleking osv)

Den 30.Juni 2014 fjernet Kina kravet om dyretesting for alle produkter produsert innenfor landegrensen. Enkelt forklart betyr det at hvis du eier en fabrikk i Kina og lager produktene der, kan du selge dem på det kinesiske markedet uten å teste dem på dyr først. Mange av de kinesiske merkene som finnes på markedet i dag, slik som Laikou (jeg planlegger å skrive et blogginnlegg om en foundation de har senere) er såkalt 'cruelty free', altså ikke testet på dyr. Dette kravet gjelder imidlertid ikke for solkrem og hårfarge, som fremdeles må testes på dyr før de får selges på det kinesiske markedet. 

Hvis du, i likhet med meg, også er glad i L'oreals produkter, er det kanskje interessant for deg å vite at L'oreal sluttet med dyretesting i 1989, og at de også eier en fabrikk i Kina slik at de kan selge produktene sine på det kinesiske markedet uten å teste på dyr først.


Kilder: Her, her, her, her.


When parents are the worst bullies

Category: Verden, fra mitt perspektiv // 07.08.2017 at.21:56 o' clock // 2 comments

I have very strong opinions, some of which might be considered abnormal or crazy by the general public, and I'm not afraid to share them, be it on social media or in person. I won't keep quiet if provoked, and I don't mind spending hours arguing why I'm right. This has earned me a lot of nasty comments on social media. Some might think that I'm asking for it, because hate is the price you pay for speaking your mind, and I can't say I disagree. I know the consequences of being honest, and I can take whatever bullcrap people throw at me, which is usually men 50+ calling me a "sallad" (how original..) because my name's Jessica Waldorf on facebook, or someone saying that because I look a certain way, I should not be taken seriously.

With that being said, I'll gladly admit that I am concerned. I am concerned with the fact that the majority of mean people on the internet are parents. It worries me that these people, who spend their lives sitting on facebook making fun of my looks and telling me people like me should not be taken seriously, are responsible for teaching young children the difference between right and wrong.

How can you raise a child to be a decent person if you aren't a decent person yourself?

People always talk about how bullying is such a big issue. How children as young as six years old call each other names and laugh at each others flaws. How eight year olds are killing themselves because they're being bullied in school, and what could be done to prevent this from being an issue in the future.

If you are a person in your late 20's, mid 30's, early 40's or anywhere in between, with a kid or plans of having children in the future, you need to grow up a little and stop telling people to kill themselves just because you disagree with something they said. You need to stop using words such as retard, moron, dumb fuck, idiot and other names as an argument or trying to win the discussion by making fun of their looks, their name or their interests. The minute you turn to name calling you're no longer arguing; you're bullying.

The thing that most people don't realize is that children learn from their parents, not by words, but by actions. A good example are children who are born in a home where either the mother, the father or both parents are smokers. In most cases the child itself will grow up to be a smoker, regardless of how many times their parents tell them that smoking is bad. This is because children pay more attention to how you behave than what you say.

With that in mind, dear parents, future parents, or just anyone who's reading this, next time you find yourself having a disagreement with someone:



Home; where the wifi connects automatically

Category: Story of my life // 06.08.2017 at.19:16 o' clock // 2 comments

♪ ♫ Guess who's back; back again? Jessie's back! Tell a friend!  ♪ ♫
(Ten points if you sang this instead of just reading it).

We're back. Home, sweet home. Home, where you have to clean up your own mess, and wash your own towels. Home, where no one makes the bed for you. Home, where you start considering moving into a hotel permanently.

But also: home, where your pets are. Home, where your own bed is. Home, where you can sleep as long as you want, because there's no maid coming to clean your room at 11 o' clock. Home, where you don't have to worry about missing breakfast, because you make it yourself. Home where your fridge and freezer are. Home where your netfix, HBO and popcorntime is. Home, where the wifi connects automatically. 


Hot to save BIG on items you use often

Category: Klær og tilbehør // 05.08.2017 at.11:05 o' clock // No comments

We all want to save money where we can, don't we? I know I do. That's why, in this blog post, I'll tell you how you can save a lot of money on items you use frequently.

A PAIR OF SOCKS usually cost $7 (55 NOK ,-) and above here in Norway. By clicking here you can get 10 pairs for $1.72 (13 NOK ,-). They also come in different colors such as black, white, pink, yellow and blue.

RAZOR BLADES are overly expensive here in Norway as well. By clicking here however, you can get four blades for $1.49 (11 NOK ,-). I know the website says they're for male razors, but they will also fit your gillette venus razor. Personally I always use razor blades made for men, simply because they're sharper than women's blades.

COTTON SWABS, or Q-TIPS as they're also called, are actually very cheap here, but like everything else, they're even cheaper online. Why pay more than you have to, right? Get a 100 pack here for $0.99 (7 NOK ,-).

HAIR MASKS tend to be a bit pricey. Luckily you can get 250 ml here for $12 (94 NOK,-).

TAMPONS can be pricey, or they can be very cheap, depending on the brand. While your typical O.B. costs somewhere around $4 (31 NOK ,-), first price tampons smells, looks, works and feels just the same, and are only around $1.01 (9 NOK ,-).




Leaving the country

Category: Story of my life // 04.08.2017 at.14:40 o' clock // No comments

Hey guys! While you're reading this, I'm on my way to Sweden where my boyfriend and I will be staying for a few days.

I'll try to keep my blog updated while I'm gone.


Stop romanticizing abuse!

Category: Verden, fra mitt perspektiv // 04.08.2017 at.07:43 o' clock // No comments

When she was six years old, a boy pulled her hair.
"it's because he likes you", her parents said.

When she was ten, a boy grabbed her arm and wrestled her to the ground.
"That's just how boys are", teachers explained.

When she was seventeen, a boy smacked her ass in public.
"ooh, he thinks you're hot!", her friends told her.

When she was twenty two, she came to work with a black eye. 
"It's because I love you", her boyfriend claimed.
And she believed him.

After all, how could she not, when all her life, people around her had romanticized abuse?


Here's why you CAN compare animals to people

Category: Verden, fra mitt perspektiv // 03.08.2017 at.15:17 o' clock // No comments

I've always loved animals. As a child I had countless conversations with people trying to force their speciesism down my throat. People would tell me that you can't compare animals to people, and I would demand they gave me a valid reason. People would lecture me about 'human qualities', and I would tell them that you'd have to be an idiot to believe that those qualities can only be found in human beings. Today I know better than to call people names, but I'm still convinced there's no such thing as 'human qualities'. Why? First off, it doesn't really seem logical. And second, and most importantly; science has proven me right. Here's a few fun, scientific facts about animals that you probably didn't know.

Cows have best friends and get stressed when they are separated.

When male puppies play with female puppies they intentionally let the female puppies win

Rats giggle when you tickle them, but their voices are so high pitched you can't hear them without equipment

When a male penguin finds a female he likes, he proposes to her with a pebble. If she accepts, they stay together for the rest of their lives.

Otters sleep holding hands so they don't float away from each other.

Wolves use facial expressions as a way of communicating

According to scientists, dolphins are more emotionally evolved than humans.

Ravens can remember faces. If you are mean to one, it will warn other ravens about you and try to take revenge.

Dogs laugh often but humans have trouble recognizing it because it sounds just like panting.

Dogs percieve humans differently from themselves, but cats do not. Cats treat humans like they would treat another cat

Where there are wolves, there are ravens. Ravens follow wolves around, simply because they like them. They also prefer to eat with the wolves instead of alone.

Elephants, just like humans, birds in the raven family and monkeys, console one another with gentle touches and trunk strokes when they are upset.

Octopuses (yes, that's the correct term) are so smart that they are given puzzles so they don't get bored in captivity.

  Tigers are one of the the most vengeful animals on the planet and they always take revenge on those who have wronged them.

Elephants and swans can die of a broken heart if their partner dies. They lay down and shed tears until they starve to death.

Dolphins, whales and apes are known to commit suicide when depressed.

Cats hiss because they're imitating the threat of a snake. Most species recognize and fear a snake's hiss and cats imitate this to avoid confrontation. So next time your cat hisses at you, remember that it's not only telling you to back off, it's also pretending to be an animal that can kill you.

If ants encounter a drunk comrade, they will carry him home to sleep it off.

Female dragonflies often fake their own death to avoid having sex.

Because those so called 'human qualities' can be found in the animal kindom as well, the name HUMAN qualities should no longer be used. A better name would be 'earthling qualities', or simply just.. Qualities. 


How to get perfect skin

Category: Skjønnhet // 02.08.2017 at.15:15 o' clock // 2 comments

I think every girl who's ever had acne, large pores or redness in her skin are guilty of the whole going to bed with makeup on so your boyfriend won't see how bad your skin really is or setting the alarm early so you can put your 'face' on before he wakes up cause you fear he might reject you or find you ugly if he sees you without makeup thing. Right? So instead of hiding your flaws under a ton of foundation and concealer, how bout we just get rid of them instead?

How do we do that? By taking care of our skin. Always remove your makeup before bedtime, use a night / day cream, never leave your house without sunscreen, and wash your face every morning and evening with a good face wash.

I'm using Etude House's wonder pore deep foaming cleanser (Get it here!) , which is a korean 10-in-1 face wash that...

01 ♥ .. tightens and minimize the appearance of pores (those 'holes' in your skin)
02 ♥ ... controls a large amount of sebum (don't know what that is? This pic explains it).  
03 ♥ ... moisturize the skin inside and outside
04 ♥ ... Contains mint beads that removes dead skin cells
05 ♥ ... Balances your skins ideal PH level.
06 ♥ ... Refine your skin tone
07 ♥ ... Keeps your skin elastic
08 ♥ ... Can be used on sensitive skin
09 ♥ ... Leaves your skin feeling smooth and silky soft
10 ♥ ... Prevents you from having breakouts

Korean people are known for their flawless skin, and while their diet and general life style helps, a lot of it also has to do with their skin care routine and the products they use. Korean beauty products are typically better than ours because they are more effective and has less damaging chemicals in them.





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.