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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magnet.

People say that you can't measure love. 

That you can't measure a feeling. But what if you could? Everything we feel is in some way related to out brain. So why can't we take a look at our brains to tell us about our feelings?

At Stanford University, the neuroscientists had a love competition.
*CLICK HERE* for the article on it.

The video is below

The Love Competition from Brent Hoff on Vimeo.


I think it was cute. Though it may seem that all it's doing is reducing love to a science. The way how almost everyone came out of it saying that thinking about love for 5 minutes was a sort of trippy experience shows that love is somewhat like a drug.

However, I wish they had included some middle aged people in it. Perhaps they couldn't find any volunteers at that age. Haha. Only the young and old will admit to being in love. The middle aged ones are probably too busy chasing down dreams of money and fame to think too much about love.

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splash.

Just a little piece that I think everyone should read.

If They're Not Husband or Wifey Material, They're Not Worth It. 

I completely agree with the article. I mean, how many people now can say that they would be more than happy to marry their current boyfriend/girlfriend. Guessing that most would say no. That their current relationship is only good for now but not for a serious long term thing.

So why bother in the first place? Why go into a relationship in which you can't see a future? Knowing that one day somebody's heart is going to be broken in two. Knowing that tears are going to be shed.

Perhaps it's just me that looks too far ahead. 

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eager.

I will readily admit that I am social network addict.

Can barely go a day wanting to check facebook or twitter and now instagram.

However I sometimes do feel that there is such a thing as too much information. Last time, when you meet someone new for the first time, it took time and effort to get to know them better. Now, just add them on facebook and you have access to all their details. What they like, where they've been, who they hang out with. Everything is just a click away.

Then there is twitter which a lot of people seem to have mistaken as a personal diary. Yes I 'follow' you cause I want to know what's up with your life. What I do not want to know however is how pissed off you feel every single time or how sad you are because you got into a fight with your significant other.

Oh how technology has changed our lives.

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