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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boing.

Having lived right opposite the playground when I was younger, I did spend a great deal of time there every evening.

One thing I liked and disliked about it were the see-saw's. The problem was that you always needed someone to go with you. So what happens if there are an odd number of kids in the playground that day? Well, either you don't go on the see-saw at all or you had to take turns. Hmph. And even if there was someone to go with you, you had to make sure they weren't too heavy or too light. Otherwise the see-saw wouldn't work out as well.

Once on the see-saw, I loved the going up part. I mean, who doesn't. It was the dreaded coming down part that I disliked, the thump when I would hit the tyre was painful. But then before you knew it, the pain was gone and you'd be on your way up again while the other person would be suffering.

Why am I talking about this? A bit random right? Talking about see-saws.

Well I was thinking how relationships are like see-saws. Yes perhaps not the most original thought but I still wanted to get it out nonetheless.

After all, in relationships, you'd need to find that one person who would just rightly balance you out. That when you've hit the low points in life will be able to bring you back up and vice versa. 

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trois.

Last part of my Paris trip.

As we were leaving in the afternoon, didn't plan much for the day so we had a later start. Checked out, left our luggage and then made our way to Notre Dame.

But not before admiring the snow! Thus my first proper experience with snow is not in Manchester, but in Paris. 

Everything was covered in a blanket of white. So pretty =D.

Something that didn't cross my mind was how the snow would affect my trip. Got to Notre Dame obly to find that we couldn't go up the tower due to the snow =(. Major bummer. Going up was suppose to be one of the highlights of my trip cause of the gargoyles. 

Change of plans to go to Saint Chapelle instead for the stained glass only to be yet again disappointed. Turns out that it was closed. So instead decided to go for some hot chocolate at La Chalotte de l'isle. Of course it being Paris got slightly distracted on the way by a bird market.

Scary looking chicken. 

Pretty red birds.

Finally we got to the island of St. Louis where the hot chocolate was. Most of the shops there were still closed but thankfully the hot chocolate place was open. 

Just stepping in you can already smell all the chocolate-y goodness. 

The chocolate fondant.

The hot chocolate. Which was seriously rich. It was as if all they did was melt a bar of chocolate into the cup. Definitely recommend sharing it between two people. Perhaps even three if you plan on ordering other things. 

So with warm chocolate in our tummies, we made our way back to the hotel to pick up our luggage and say goodbye to Paris. 

More like au revoir. Definitely plan on heading back some time in the near future. 

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