{ferina a.}
Born and raised by queens.
Composition: sea foam + stardust
Photographer. Ninja assassin.
Alchemist. Writer. Mermaid.

18.1833° N, 120.5833° E ||
04.26.87. Pluviophile.

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The city winks a sleepless eye.

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Been stuffin’ me self to the brim

20.07.14 {Someone}

At the end of the day, I just want someone to walk me home, clench my hands in his warm pockets, and never let them go. 

That even if we have nothing exciting to say, that even if it gets repetitively mundane… he knows that we can’t last a day without each other.

Flowers and chocolates are not obligatory. 

You know, just someone who’d love me honestly and completely. Who’d look beyond my flaws.

Someone who’d stick around hrough my shitty-ness and hormonally imbalanced days. Not necessarily forever but forever is allowed in my vocabulary. 

Til then, I’m gonna curl up here and feel queasy about that corny little blog I just impulsively wrote… like an armadillo. 

Don’t be another. Be another original.

Among all things, I think pizza is an indulgence. Today, I had my second chance at eating at Pepe’s Pizza here in Oslo which I somehow never felt guilty for. The past few days have been a marathon of multigrain cereals, multigrain crackers, and multigrain shit everything. I ate away all the stress and sadness and somehow relived what once was an enthusiastic version of myself. I enjoyed our shrimp pizza with garlic sauce and found a piece of heaven on earth with the 1 ½ slices I devoured, indeed. Thank you for the treat, Ate Hesa. On our first month of salary, I swear I’m gonna do just the same for you. AND AGAIN, at Pepe’s Pizza where we could also ogle the cute waiters? Just kidding. 

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Lovin’ my new bag so much. I just had to snatch it off the H&M rack. 

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Mai Quel smiling at whoever he was talking to. Lovebug I suppose? 

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Three hungry people at Karl Johan’s Gate.

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Oh you one dirty bastard, you! I just wanna eat you all up.

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Our favorite hvitløk saus (meaning garlic sauce) of all time!

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Ta med! = Take out! There are so many uttryker (expressions) I gotta get used to.

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Meanwhile at Aker Brygge, there’s another branch I really think has also an eye-catchig interior.

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Im coming back again for another indulgence. :) Fo sho.

Hallo, velkommen til Oslo!

Starting my life here is like starting from null. But I am excited about meeting new faces, learning the language, embracing the culture, doing my A-game in my new job, and building friendships. It gets harder before it gets better they say… but I am built for this. I know I can make it through in my new home, Oslo. This is where I start discovering Europe… and the rest of the world. Motivations, motivations! The man upstairs will always be there to love and guide. :) I owe this to Him.

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Pictures are from Karl Johans’ Gate, Brugata, and the Norwegian Royal Palace.

Stuff yo face

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Oct-Nov eats + gastro highlights

"Confidence is being able to say “Fuck you, I’m the shit” without opening your mouth, say it with your walk, with your smile, say it with your entire being."
Tati-Ana Mercedes (via strawberrytelle)

The lying reflections

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This is my underwear blog entry. 

Febroar: 02/11/14

I have a long list of deadlines and to-do’s that are being piled up. But I’m looking forward to what’s in store for me after everything is done. Slow progress is still progress!

So what’s the hold up? I guess a lot of tinkering inside of my box.. a lot of oiling. A lot of internal workup that is beyond what I do as uhm typical ME… you know, the girl who takes pictures. :3

Surely there are stacks of photo albums and submissions that have been set aside, and I promise they are still in the works but I cannot focus on the entire facade. I want to do everything with all of me, and not just a portion of my attention. So every time I switch into places, I completely disregard one thing until the next time I continue. Say, my studies vs my photography.

Both are unequivocally important. And I could choose to whine or just FOCUS and disregard all the stimuli around me. Sometimes it came down to sacrificing a lot, doing what I don’t normally do just to make one GOAL pursued. 

February should be some sort of a roar. I am in the process… I shouldn’t give up now.

Faith and tangibility

Modesty aside, I believe my relationship with God has always been constantly afloat. Be it a minute zit conundrum or a life-turning issue, problems has always kept me anchored onto my faith. Problems being constant, I often speak to the the man upstairs for help, and most times, to give thanks. I might pray under my breath, I might have it unsaid in my thoughts, or I might record it in my phone, write thousands of drafted prayers… either way God is on my mind, always. I have never felt so close to HIM until now that I am a struggling adult.

So when my sister confronted me with a question, “HOW MANY YEARS HAS IT BEEN SINCE YOU WENT TO CHURCH?” What seemed to be a simple question seemed to be rhetorical to me. She must have wanted to say, “Why don’t you go to church?”, but she chose to be unoffensive. I have never brought my kid to church, let alone myself. Someone would readily assume I have turned cold inside and turned my back on the religion I was assigned to. That is the truth, but not entirely. God isn’t found in any four-cornered wall with a human being speaking in his behalf. And that is a very bold opinion, and people are welcome to throw stones at me. 

But people have got to understand… and not judge me. Life taught me to find God within me. It’s in the inner peace I find when I remain true to myself, when I follow the burning passion within me to do things and create things with the talent I was given, it’s in how I remain kind to people in my thoughts and in my actions, to keep the goodness within me to utter only what does not harm and does not hurt, to share without even thinking what the gain would be, to love endlessly, to respect my body and my whole being… I find God when I cry, when I laugh, when I breathe, when I pray on my own. God has always been reachable and convenient and most people do not realize that. People go out every Sunday, dressed up with their family, and god forbid they miss one Sunday, they obsessively hang on to their notion that God will unforgivingly throw them punishments for not attending church. God has always been understanding. And there’s no way that HE IS THAT KIND who imposes irrational rules. I find God in moments I am flooded with wisdom and clarity amidst confusion… and there’s so so much more I wish a lot of people could realize.

In short, I guess I do not want to share a literature of combined views about God with other people and limit myself on imagining the magnitude of his greatness. It only weakens my faith rather than reinforce it. I guess I do not want a human being preaching in behalf of God because I do not want to scale Him down that way. God is so vast that the universe is an understatement. I do not want to put tangibility on my faith. 

Dear Charlie-Charles-Charles, XOXO

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Dear Charlie-charles-charles, 

A couple of encounters with you was no longer than a point zero something of my whole life. But it didn’t really take that much to know that you are someone who is remarkably genuine. You have a very easing demeanor that it seems impossible to not bask in it. You have that bold honesty but comes with it are tact and etiquette that only a true blue gentleman could ever possess. Gentleman, because I am a lady and I perceive you as one. ;-)

We might not ever share that planned coffee date anymore, or we may… and maybe repeat it a hundred times over our humanely short lifetime that it will become sickening to do it way too much but… point is, I am glad our paths intertwined. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Thanks to your sister’s engagement shoot, and to the job I was offered to do side by side with you. Have I said “NO”, then none of this would have happened— not our vanity shots, not our kite-flying moments, not our endless talks on society’s ethics… not even our hilarious moments with Audrey and the legendary chauffeur who we mercilessly called “BJ” and “bukol” over and over.

Let this be a simple memoir of our times shared.

Your brand new friend,

Ferina

xoxo

PS- Be a law-abiding law student. I might need you in the future! And if I will, please try your hardest to keep me from prison. 

Triple Hotcakes for Vanilla’s Day

sweater city

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Sweater Weather

I overheard a few people at home saying they have been unusually sleepy yesterday. I felt the same way actually. I was  extremely sluggish and unproductive that I totally couldn’t work on my laptop without falling asleep. If it’s not my coffee withdrawal, it’s probably because we are on HIBERNATE mode. Although it’s not winter per se here in the country, I believe that it’s our body’s instinct to reserve and preserve energy during the coldest months by putting us on sleep mode, and by signaling us that we need to pack on extra calories for energy (thus we are unusually hungry as well). It’s a primitive automatism of our physiology. It’s either that, or I’m just rationalizing my being-a-lazy-fat-ass.

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