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A Wonderful, Magical Vacation: Kuala Lumpur

I’m back!

I had such an incredible time on my vacation. I feel happy, refreshed, and relaxed. Even though Johnny and I were only gone for 12 days, it really felt like a long time, which was much needed. Our trip to China last year was only 5 days, so everything was crammed in together and I don’t think we really got the chance to rest. This trip was pretty much the exact opposite. We got to take our time. We wandered around late at night, and woke up late (by late I mean around 10, but still).

Our trip started in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, where we stayed for 3 days. Kuala Lumpur had some of the best shopping and the best food ever. I bought these Arabian perfumed oils that I am OBSESSED with. Not exactly sure why I didn’t buy a million of them because they’re really the best things that have ever happened to me. Of course, I hit up Sephora and got some much needed concealer, body scrub, and a new face wash. I didn’t know that there were Victoria’s Secret stores in Malaysia so I sort of screamed when I saw one. I ended up getting some amazing body lotion that makes me smell like I’m a rich seductresses. I’m here for it.

1am meals along Jalan Alor were a nightly routine. I became pretty obsessed with satay and char koay teow, and I’m sort of devastated I can’t find Malaysian food in Korea. Some of the best meals of my life were like $4. How is anything ever going to compare?! It took me over an hour to figure out what I wanted for dinner the other night because nothing even appeals to me anymore. SIGH.

I also got my eyebrows threaded for roughly 2,000W($1.80ish..?). It was incredible. I felt like a new woman, especially because I haven’t found anyone in Korea that does threading. It makes me sad because even if I found anyone that does it here they’d probably charge something crazy like 20,000W. The struggle. If any of you know of a place or of someone, please let me know.

And the diversity! Coming from Korea, one of the most homogeneous countries in the world, it was almost a bit of a culture shock…clearly a sign I’ve been living here too long. I actually blended in for once. No one stared at me or tried to touch me or my hair. There was makeup in my color available everywhere without any problems. The grocery stores carried Cap’n Crunch and spices galore. I felt … normal. Like I was invisible. It was SO nice. And everyone was so laid back. No one was pushing and shoving to get on the train or bus. Everyone just seemed much less stressed than in Korea. Just really the break I needed.

Kuala Lumpur is such a vibrant city. Besides the glorious food and shopping, I really loved all of the different colored buildings, listening to 3 to 4 different languages on one street corner, the street art, hearing the call to prayer, the friendly people who never hesitated to help with directions. Three days definitely didn’t feel like enough for me. I’d love to go back, if just to eat along Jalan Alor again.

Of course, I snapped tons of photos to share with all of you. I’m going to start with Kuala Lumpur, then move on to Penang, and finally Singapore (MY FAVORITEEEEE).


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Busan, South Korea

About a month ago, Johnny and I took a long weekend vacation and traveled to Busan. We had a WONDERFUL time. I mentioned it before, but basically this trip was a time to get away and relax. We ate, we drank, we did a bit of sightseeing, we sat in SpaLand for a grand total of 8 hours (split between 2 days). It was wonderful. I finally got around to editing the pictures for everyone to see. We went to Haeundae Beach, Gwangali Beach, and Yonggungsa Temple. Hope you enjoy!


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2012: A Photo Essay


2013 is almost here! I started the year in Paris, and I’m ending it in Seoul. I wanted to share with you some never before seen photos from my travels this year. Featured will be Paris, Barcelona, Lisbon, Madeira, the US, China and Korea. I hope you enjoy! Here’s to 2013, and many more years of travel!

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Lusting Over Travel Accessories + Updates

While planning my trip, I’ve also been taking breaks to find travel accessories I must get my hands on before I leave. I’ve been steady bookmarking items on Etsy, mostly because Etsy is the best thing to ever happen to the world, but also because I love the idea of having something handmade with love.

1. Leather travel backpack

I’ve realized that I’m going to need a backpack. I just cannot imagine having to roll my giant suitcase across Europe over cobblestone streets. But you know me…I don’t want just any normal backpack. I’m imagining a huge leather one like the one I found Etsy…or maybe a vintage military style backpack with leather embellishments. I have my eyes the one above (you can fnd it here), but it’s just not big enough. Maybe I’ll put in a special request ;).

2. Vintage Style Travel Journal

I obviously plan on blogging while on my trip, but since I can’t lug my laptop with me everywhere, I plan on carrying a journal with my to capture my most awesome moments. One look at this journal on etsy and I completely fell in love. Charms? Vintage style envelope inserts? Stamped luggage tags? Just give them my debit card now!

3. Personalized leather luggage tags and passport holder

I kind of don’t care what I have to do to own these two items, but I will have them. How incredibly luxe and beautiful! I love the small details on the luggage tags: the gold buckle, the hand stitching, the color of the leather, just EVERYTHING. The passport case is just as awesome. If you haven’t noticed by now, I’m slightly obsessed with leather. Give me leather everything!

4. Sleep Mask

I don’t know about you, but there is one thing I absolutely cannot travel without  and that’s a sleep mask. I’m the kind of person that has to have complete darkness to sleep. Airports, hotels, hostels, bus rides, train rides… sleep masks are essential for getting a rest anywhere. Of course, I love anything super glam, and this boudoir style sleep mask is just the thing I need. It also comes in handy when I might need a blindfold. Bowchikawowow!

These are just a few of the things I’ve been lusting over in between almost driving myself crazy planning this trip. I always thought trip planning would be easy and fun…and while it’s been fun (in between the moments of hot mess craziness), it’s definitely hasn’t been easy. The element of having a boyfriend traveling with me adds a whole different perspective. Making decisions together, trying to decide what apartment to rent, what time our flights should leave, how long in each country. It’s daunting. But I wouldn’t trade any of this for the world.

We’ve finally finalized our European leg of the trip (so far). On Monday I’ll announce our official itinerary. Now we’re basically just trying to figure out where to go from there. Bangkok? Costa Rica? Buenos Aires? The possibilities are endless!


Travel and Becoming a Woman: A Seductive Look

I became a woman in London.

Of course, I was already a woman in form, but it was London, Milan and Paris that mentally, spiritually and sexually molded me into the kind of woman I am today.

Walking around Covent Garden one day, I stumbled upon Coco De Mer (link NSFW), London’s premiere sex shop. But it isn’t just any sex shop. Coco De Mer changed my life.

I stared through the shop window. Lace. Leather. Harnesses. Whips. I was intrigued. I had never been inside of such a gorgeous store before. The sex stores I knew were lit with harsh florescent lighting, with a lonely looking, overweight man working the counters behind a glass partition. The toys are all packaged in plastic, with silly names. More of a novelty store, I suppose. The kind you go into with your friends for a good laugh…or for gag gifts.

But this store was different. Dark, chocolate colored walls, gold plated mirrors, plush leather seats, feathers, pearls…the smell of scented oils and candles. I stepped in and my breath was immediately taken away. I gently touched the lacy undergarments, ran my fingers over leather and brass wrist cuffs, stared in awe at the jade and glass toys. It was all so beautiful. I had never been in such a gorgeous, erotic, titillating store. It was almost a tad bit overwhelming to my then 20 year old self.  A young woman who worked there came up to me, dressed in a short black skirt, peekaboo thigh highs and sky high pumps.

“Can I help you with anything?”

I stammered some random answer before I bolted out of the door. Why I left? I don’t know. But as the cold London air hit my cheeks, I realized that I had experienced a sort of sexual awakening. It was beautiful, alive, vibrant. I wanted to go back. I wanted to find more stores like this one. The owner of Coco De Mer says it best:

We, at Coco de Mer, are unashamedly about sex. Celebrate the beauty from which we all come!

Savour life and drink it to the full.

Something had awaken inside of me, and I had to find out more.

I was still with Johnny while I was in London. Long distance relationship aside, being alone in London was one of the best things I could have done for myself. It was more than just traveling. It was more than just studying in a different country. There was an unexplained sexual energy that ran through the veins of London, of Paris…of everywhere I went while I was abroad. Before this time in my life, I was ashamed to talk about sex. Johnny and I always had an insatiable attraction to each other…and everyone knows that Sagittarius and Aries have the best sex in the world. But we were just barely scratching the surface. Then, sex was a fun activity, yes…but it wasn’t until after I went to London I appreciated sex for what it really is. Glorious. Intoxicating. Bliss. I told my friends; I told Johnny. I embraced this new part of me.

I suppose it has something to do with the fact that in general, those across the pond are more open and welcoming about sex and the human body. It’s not a big deal to show a nudity. The body is adored. Sex is celebrated, welcomed. Sex is talked about openly. None of this hush hush type stuff I’ve experienced in America. Sex is taboo here. No one has sex. And if you do, you better not talk about it. That’s gross. Dirty. Weird. But guess what?

Sex is beautiful.

Sex is human.

Sex is magnetic. Alluring. Healthy. Fun.

With all of my new found knowledge, I started to really love my body. I welcomed the weight I gained from drinking beers and late night McDonald’s runs. Long gone was my 98 lbs, tomboyish frame. I accepted my curves. I had hips. Shapely legs. A great ass. I felt like I was Sex personified.

A picture from my first week in London

Throughout my time in London and the rest of Europe, I embraced my sexual freedom, my emerging womanhood. I went back to Coco De Mer many, many times. I bought feather ticklers, luxurious massaging oils, my first vibrator. I went to a latex fetish store in London that also had an assortment of vintage sex toys. I bought a lingerie set at Agent Provocateur. I went to coffee shops where erotic literature lined the walls. I indulged in chocolates. I bought my first (and only) pair of Dolce and Gabbana underwear in Italy. When Johnny came to visit me, we went to Amora, an interactive erotic boutique and gallery in the heart of London. I was having a sexual revolution. I was becoming a woman. Liberated. Free.

Now at the age of 24 and looking back at that time in my life, I realize now, more than ever how much my time abroad shaped me into the woman I am today. My entire perception of life changed during those short 5 months. I came back to America a completely different person.

And now, I embark upon another journey, this time with Johnny by my side the entire time. I’m older. Smarter. Wiser. But that doesn’t mean I won’t have another sexual revolution. As a matter of fact, I welcome it with open arms. (And I’m sure Johnny does too 😉 )

**The main picture for this post was taken by my friend, after I stumbled in my flat drunk and took off my dress from my 21st birthday. It’s hands down my favorite picture of me. Sex personified, indeed.