Happy being lost
I am lost in Norway. Lost in translation. Lost—and I am loving it. New things are like antibiotics, they repress the lassitude bothering you from your former comfort zones. The more striking my desire grows to see the world.
"Be happy, the world is big," I used to tell my friends losing grip that la vita y bella.
Have fun and take photos (of yourself)
One sure thing to do when living in a new place: take pictures. It doesn't matter if a camera at hand is a 5 megapixel, triple AAA battery powered with a resolution of a VGA camera. There's Photoshop. Torture pictures with editing softwares.
Amazing how places become beautiful when they're in pictures. The latter are more beautiful when you're in the photos. It's gonna be the best picture ever when your best angle get caught. Quicker than thunder, it becomes your profile pic in Facebook or Twitter.
|Like I told you, Photoshop.|
|I'm trying to achieve a pompadour hairstyle. Norways seems to be having a moist air most of the times, my hair loses its James Dean look. One day, I had my hair tied into a ponytail. A man approached me and bowed down. He thought I was a yakuza.|