Published on 29 December 2010
Before the big ultra-extended family dinner on the 24th,
we had a small family dinner at Clem’s grandparents’ house,
where his dad Didier prepared most of the food by himself.
Funny owl that i fancied
Big slabs of foie gras – ready to be pan fried
My favourite way to eat it! Followed by raw
We opened pressies before dinner.
I got a lovely silver necklace from Clem’s mum,
a bunch of French kids’ storybooks from France,
a top from Flore,
and a scarf from his grandparents 
Pastries to start off our night, teamed with champagne
Clem’s grannie and me 
I gave Didier some reindeer ears for fun
Oystersssss
me + Flore
Clem’s grannie laughing at him for wearing her glasses
Didier + Dom
Foie gras pan-fried with grapes
Dom, Serge, me with my mouth hanging open
France, Didier
Clem’s grandpa
Lots of cheese after our turkey (which i forgot to take pictures of 
Dessert
Dancing off the food after dinner!
I think that was the night i ate the MOST here in France.
(The occasion i ate the most was when i threw up in my own mouth afterward :p)
At one point i physically couldn’t swallow anymore.
You know? When you’re so full that you’re chewing and chewing but you just can’t seem to make yourself swallow.
Clem saw my face and said, “If you can’t finish it, leave it!”
But i’m Chinese yo.
And Chinese people don’t usually leave food on the plate…
it’d be rude!
I think his family are astonished at my appetite,
and he told me his grannie and dad wondered where i put it all.
>.<
I was just allowing myself to pig out,
and then religiously start gym and yoga in January.
… which is in 3 days time.
Published on 28 December 2010
Since i landed in Paris,
i’d been waiting to see snow.
I didn’t want a thin layer that counts as snow for its first few hours,
before turning into ice or melting into slush.
I wanted Christmas card-worthy snow.
Not being impatient as the weather forecasts reported plenty of snow to come,
it came on the 23rd while we were in Le Mee.
For hours and more than a day,
it snowed non stop.
Swirling down from the sky in pretty patterns,
the white dots darted maniacally during its course,
as if unable to decide where to land.
I felt like a child again!
Deja vu jiggly wiggly feelings of boots crunching in the whiteness,
making soft squeaky sounds.
Admiring the scenery from the warmth of the car,
it looked like a big giant up above had accidentally spilled sugar frosting on the world.
Layering everything it could – cars, curbs, bushes, faux presents on Christmas trees outside, railings, rooftops, chairs left in the garden.
The world’s new look suddenly seemed to go hand in hand with the cream apartment we were staying in at the time.
Belonging to Clem’s aunt, it looked like something that wouldn’t look out of place in Vogue Living.
Catherine greeted us with pink wine, caviar and shrimps,
wearing a dusky pink sweater and leather pants.
We sat in her cream living room with its cream carpets and eggshell curtains;
the latter, hung gallantly at the floor to ceiling windows,
as if to nonchanlantly show off its view right in front of the River Seine.
Joyce likes the apartment, Clem told his dad.
“Of course she likes the apartment ,” he replied in French, “Look at it!”
+ + + + + +
view from the living room of the River Seine
nature’s miniature ladles of ice
playing with grannie’s scottish terrier
wilson’s first time in the snow!
clem’s gazillionth time in the snow… and he still managed to fail making me a giant snowball
