I’m just gonna cramp a whole month (or two) worth of blogging here! I am getting really bad at this but many people have been pestering me to update this dying space. So it’s almost been a month since I arrived in Paris and some of you (if you still read this) are probably wondering what I’ve done the past month.
Bon voyage Malaisie, bonjour Paris!
I’m quite glad that there are so many things to do here so I’m quite rarely bored, unless I stay at home the whole day. Few things I’m quite upset I didn’t do though like hunting down the cast of Gossip Girls when they were filming around the city, going to Champs-Élysées to experience the finals of the Tour de France, and uhm…. that’s all that I can think of right now! The pictures will tell you the rest of the story.
Rollerblading at Palais Royal.
We celebrated Catherine’s 23rd birthday at Pont des Arts and it was a day before Bastille Day so plenty of people were having picnics on the bridge. It started out quite sane but at the end of the night it became quite crazy because everybody on the bridge was extremely drunk. We had plenty of random people ‘joining’ our little party, taking pictures with us and all I remember was a lot of random flirting going on. French guys are certainly very curious when they see a bunch of Asian girls together.
The next day was Bastille Day (the French national day). I didn’t bother going to watch the parade because it was raining so I opted to watch it on our tiny little TV set and laughed at everybody caught out in the rain! It looked kinda boring anyway so going to watch the fireworks at night was a much better option.
For some reason, these photos make it seem even more amazing then it actually was!
On a random note, I got very hungry the next day and made this:
Yum, yum, yum.
Sam visited for a few days and I took him around Paris to see the sights. Seriously, I can be a very good tour guide right now. My only complaint is that my feet are starting to get sore with so much walking in just one month!
There was one really cliché thing that I’ve always wanted to do, which was to have a picnic underneath the Eiffel Tour so this was the perfect opportunity! There’s something about it that’s incredibly charming but doing it once is enough, and of course the food also has to be super French like baguettes, wine, cheese, saucisson, cherries, etc etc. It’s good now but I’m already starting to get sick of it!
Lots and lots of people at Champ de Mars.
From sunset at 9 pm to the light show at 11 pm. So beautiful.
I’ve been trying to meet more new people in Paris recently. It’s quite tiring when I have to go out almost everyday but I guess that’s better than staying home all day. However, I received a bunch of flowers yesterday which was unusual but also quite sweet. I’m not much of a flower person so this is a very, very rare occurrence I can assure you of that, but I guess it’s the thought that counts!
So I have reached the end of my fabulous life in Kuala Lumpur and am currently living out of my suitcase at my parents’ home back in Kota Kinabalu, but with exactly one month to Paris I don’t really mind… much.
Living with the family again is an interesting experience. You miss them so much when you’re away, but once you live with them you can’t seem to get away fast enough! It’s a good thing I still have to travel in and out of the city this month to make it a little more bearable. Ah, how I miss my spacious, gorgeous, minimalist studio apartment. We seem to have a LOT of things at my parents’ place that I half-joked to my mother saying that my old room feels like a storage area now.
It’s quite funny how my last two months in Malaysia seems to be the busiest for my work and social calendar. Why is everybody asking for me only when I’m about to leave the country? I had months of moping around the house watching TV for countless days and constantly just feeding myself, attributing to some very obvious weight gain. Gloom.
Anyway, I shouldn’t complain too much. I’m sure this weight will start shedding off once I’m on the starving artist’s diet when I’m in Paris very soon.
I’m very excited and a little nervous about the big move. On one hand, I’d be living in the city that I feel so at home in even with all the annoying and frustrating quirks about it. On another hand, I’d have to start all over again.
It hasn’t been that long since I moved to Kuala Lumpur exactly one year ago, with just the hope of making a name for myself in the fashion industry and getting out of my small hometown. I did not have anybody worth knowing and had to support myself by waiting on tables for a few months (which some people might find as a surprise).
Eventually I got pretty lucky and landed myself a pretty big job for the Malaysia International Fashion Week. Because of that, I was able to meet a lot of people who I ended up working with even months after.
I’m nervous because I don’t think I will get lucky so quickly in Paris. I don’t have the contacts, familiarity, understanding and very little friends. Many people have shown their support saying that they know I will do well in Paris which is great, but the question is how much time should I anticipate it for? I don’t want to put my hopes of making something out of nothing in an unrealistic amount of time and feel like such a failure if I don’t succeed.
I didn’t expect this post to go on for so long but what I mean to say is I wish for a miracle and hope that I don’t fall flat on my face in Paris. I need to make something out of nothing in a foreign country, foreign language and foreign culture. It’s a huge risk to take but what is life without risk, right?
If any of you have words of advice, do share them with me!
Ok, so maybe I’ve been rubbish at keeping this blog alive while I was away in Europe. Not a single sound or word from me. To be honest I was having too much fun enjoying myself to even bother updating. In other words–I HAD A LIFE (no offense to other bloggers out there). I may consider posting some photos from my trip but I doubt anybody would actually want to see them.
Anyway I’ve been back in Malaysia since Monday and to be honest I felt a little sad coming home. It just didn’t feel… right. I think I may have found the place for me to settle for the next few years being but fingers crossed that it will actually happen. I have big BIG plans for this year. The question now is if it’s worth sacrificing everything I have here to be somewhere I don’t have anything and to start all over just because I will be happier there? I have just a few months left to figure it out.
I wanted very much to celebrate my birthday each year in a foreign country but unfortunately that was not possible this time. Instead I got one of the wackiest, craziest nights to remember. I didn’t plan to do anything but work the whole day away so Nadia and Co. took me out to dinner on the eve before to Citron at KL Tower but the fun really began back at my place later on. All we needed for a good time was a little imagination and a lot of random creativity, as the photos and video will attest to.
Lamphead the silent killer.
Lamphead the failed rocker.
The polaroids begin.
My ‘worshipers’. No shit, bitches.
Trademark poser pose, always necessary.
Polaroid memories are my birthday tradition.
The best part of the night, our music video you definitely MUST watch.
Bon voyage Malaisie, bonjour Paris!
Rollerblading at Palais Royal.
For some reason, these photos make it seem even more amazing then it actually was!
Yum, yum, yum.
Lots and lots of people at Champ de Mars.
From sunset at 9 pm to the light show at 11 pm. So beautiful.
I wonder how long this will survive?
Lamphead the silent killer.
Lamphead the failed rocker.
The polaroids begin.
My ‘worshipers’. No shit, bitches.
Trademark poser pose, always necessary.
Polaroid memories are my birthday tradition.
Michele loves Nadia, Ray, Jon & Ash! <3<3<3