Travel Diaries: Kuala Lumpur

Yes, KL again. Been there ever since I was two and I've probably lost count of the number of times we've visited that place. This trip's slightly special - Ching came along with me instead of my sister (she was enjoying life in America) and it's probably the biggest and most satisfying three day shopping trip ever. We lugged home bag, after bag, after bag of shoes and apparels, from the loudest of prints to the dullest of shades. I've restocked my wardrobe since then and it's bursting with new clothing begging to be worn. Absolutely stoked!!!

There goes around half a month's worth of salary... Came back home with extra calories and pretty much penniless for the month, but hey, at least we're young, broke and fab. 

Till next time,

Chels x

Travel Diaries: Paris

Oh, Paris.

Our last stop of the entire Europe trip - Paris - probably put the most gorgeous full stop to my thus far most amazing wanderlust journey. I've been wanting to visit Paris for the longest time ever, and finally, for real, I get to admire the Eiffel Tower for an entire day. For the thousandth time I gushed, Isn't it beautiful? as we romantically sailed down River Seine, as we peered through binoculars on the Top of Paris, as we stopped right in front of the most magnificent steel structure I've ever seen. I saw it in the night, where it was glistening gold, I saw it in the morning, against the backdrop of the cloud-dotted skies, I saw it in the evening, all murky and mysterious and each time I see it I sigh at how wonderful it must be to be able to see one of the world's seven wonders everyday.

(Arc de Triomphe)

(Champ Élysées)

(Musée du Louvre)

Why hello there, dream come true

I would say being in Europe felt almost magical; I mean, I still do feel nostalgic about that beautiful place once in awhile despite being a whole thirteen hours away from it. Europe sure was amazing - even right till the very last minute. Where else would I be able to taste genuine gelato and freshly baked macaroons in Christmas markets? I would've wailed countless times at why wasn't I born French - or Italian - or Swiss, but I guess there is a certain kind of beauty and appeal that only travelling could shower us with. This isn't the end of Europe, and I'm so stoked at potential trips to other parts of it - Germany seems like a good idea. Wait, so is the Czech Republic. Wanderlust is definitely something extremely enticing, and exciting, and it has made my memories (and hard drives) an even more valuable treasure cove than it already is. Now that, is what I call a real treat.

So much love,

Chels x 

Travel Diaries: Geneva x Fontainebleau

No idea what was I so hysterical about... Probably because we're finally heading to France, but that's saved for the final Europe entry. They say the best is always served last, right?

Anyway, before making our way to France we stopped by Geneva for a short sight-seeing trip and also to do some last minute shopping before we leave gorgeous Switzerland. Bet you didn't know that the United Nations is located right here in Geneva, eh?

Broken Chair - Located right opposite of the Palace of Nations and it symbolises opposition towards land mines and cluster bombs.

(Slightly excited upon being at the organisation that I've been studying about for at least two years)

(Ok maybe this is why I'm related to them)

Took a four-hour drive down towards France, where we visited the Château de Fontainebleau, the largest royal palace in France. It was majestic - Decorated ever so intricately with paintings, sculptures and chandeliers, and was literally overflowing with the scent of royalty. 

Napoleon's throne room

I felt my heart wrench a little at his devotion towards Josephine; he divorced her for an heir with Marie Louise but he never forgot her, and always saw her as the Empress of France. His dying breath: "France, the Army, the Head of the Army, Joséphine." and I can't help but feel that beneath all his bravado as France's greatest military leader he's ultimately just a romantic man hopelessly in love with his first love.

Love letters are something that we seriously need to bring back into the modern world of love

Before visiting the Fountainebleau I'd probably have known nada about Napoleon but after this I'm feeling extremely inclined to know more about his history...... And his love letters to Josephine. How can a ruler of practically the entire Europe be so into a woman that he writes about missing her every other day???

France is really so much more than just Lovers in Paris.

Much love,

Chels x