minion.

Life really is a roller coaster.

To me it isn't in the sense that after bad things happen after good things. I feel it's more of an emotional roller coaster. Not affected by other people, just a personal thing. 

There are moments in life where I'm perfectly content with my life around me. As if at that point in my life I felt that it couldn't get any better. And I really don't think it could.

But how long can that 'high' last? Pretty long I guess. Long enough that after some time, you forget what it's like to feel the 'low' part of life.

You forget the feeling of regret looking back at all the things you should have done. The people you should have kept in contact with. The moments that you should have dragged on for longer. Just a flood of regret as you glance at the past and realise that nothing much has really changed since then. That you're still essentially the same person making the same mistakes in just a slightly different scenario.

Gah. Enough with the emo shit.

Next post will be about Italy! A happy post I promise. 

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early.

One week of traveling. How backpackers do it I will never know. It's just so tiring.

Yes my week in Italy was good while it lasted. But I am happy to be back here in Manchester. The sky may be gloomy and the wind may be strong, but I can stay in my room the whole day in my jammies while doing absolutely nothing.

Okay fine. Not nothing. Useless things like reading blogs, facebook-ing, going on 9gag, watching youtube. Just taking a breather I guess. My brain can only process so much. And after a week of looking at a great deal of art (whether in churches or in a museum), my mind needs to take a rest and not process anything of great significance.

Now excuse my while I read my chic lit on my bed under my comfy duvet with my stuffed gingerbread man as company. Cause I can. 

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gong.

Is it bad if I say that I don't like Asian clubbing nights? 

Not because I'm anti my own kind. Haha.

Reason being is that it's always pretty expensive. Entry is expensive. Drinks are expensive. For example. This Wednesday there's an Asian night where normal entry is gonna cost 10pounds. As a student on a budget, I think I'd rather pay 1pound for entry into 5th Ave which includes a free Jaegerbomb. Haha. Yes. 5th is that cheap. Price wise, a double vodka mixer would usually cost 4pounds at an Asian night while it would be 2pound50 elsewhere. Whatttt.

Just cause we're Asian doesn't mean we're rich!

Also the music.

I like to club to either songs that have a super good beat(House music) or songs that I can sing out loud to since no one can actually hear me (Indie or Mainstream songs). I am sad to say however, that Kpop does not have either of those qualities. If I wanted to listen to Haru Haru I'll do it in my own room. Not that I have anything against Kpop, I do have quite a number on my iTunes. Just that it doesn't really feel like clubbing music.

Conclusion?

No more Asian nights for meeee. 

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craze.

About one month of searching. Two rounds round the block to walk off the nervous energy. Having never done this before there was definitely a lot of nervous energy. 

Finally I was ready. 

I walked down the staircase to the basement slowly and was glad to see that the place, despite being in the basement wasn't dodgy looking at all. It was nice and bright and looked pretty professional. Speaking to the lady at the receptions to double confirm whether the price was what I heard it was, I was glad to hear that it would only cost me 21pounds. Cheap by London standards. 

As it was still early, I was probably the first customer of the day and didn't need to wait. I was shown to my seat immediatly and was asked exactly what I wanted for the day. Wanting to play it safe for fear of a screw up, I didn't dare ask for anything over the top, deciding to keep it simple. 

And with that, *snip*. 

My first ever hair cut by someone I didn't know in a salon I've never been to. Other than when I was a kid, I've only ever had two hair stylists who also happen to cut the hair of everyone else in my family. Haha. Some people have family doctors, we have family hair stylists. 

Overall I was pretty happy with the cut. Chico(the stylist) did exactly what I asked for which was a 5cm trim with layers and a shorter fringe. 

The salon I went to was just off Tottenham Court Road. 

Azito

55 St. Giles High St. London

WC2H 8LH

Tel: 020-72405277/07-763278681

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