Now my study looks über cool.

Because of this.







Have been anxiously waiting for it for the past month, and it finally landed in my house yesterday! Unfortunately there were some clitches with the wireless keyboard, but my IT friend is fixing it and hopefully in no time it will be fully operational! (Oh did I mention the wirelss mouse is totally out of this world?)

26

is the difference in temperature (in Degrees Celsius) between Paris and Hong Kong.

I am now extremely sleep deprived, dehydrated, disoriented and aching all over, but home :-) .

巴黎。我的玩具店。

說的是龐比度中心（Centre Pompidou）。 素來比較喜歡現代藝術，雖然我不太明白有些藝術家的創作理念，但看着一些作品，真的很趣怪，娛樂性滿分。（當然也有些東西，你看完之後只會O了咀，然後有十萬個感嘆號在你額頭彈出來，但，世事無完美嘛。）

發光的糯米飯。







流動廁所。







紅牛呀。股迷至愛。







將吃完的棉花糖。







七彩快樂門。







不要問我這是什麽，我都好想知。










我最喜歡的作品。







在裏面盪下盪下，便是幾個小時。難爲我的老爺奶奶，陪我行到腳都軟。






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同日加映，伯伯最愛的玩具店。在Panthéon附近。

Paris. La Château le Fontainebleau. La Défense. My neighbour.

I was thinking of updating the blog only after I have returned home, but tonight I received an E-card(!) from a friend containing the following message: "How's your trip in Paris? ... Do remember to update your blog as fast as possible, I can't wait reading your new posts..." Talk about ego boost :) Thanks L, here you go, and yes, I am having a great time in the Land of Café Crème. It doesn't hurt to be a bit warmer, but I am not complaining.

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My client was kind enough to sacrifice his Sunday and drove us out of Paris to the Château le Fontainebleau.

The weather could not be more wonderful. The sunny morning even almost gave me a little nice tan.




The usual extravagance and glitter one can expect in a palace. After a few rooms that look more or less the same, you get really bored and start thinking about something else, like shopping.

A quiet corner outside the palace.










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The "new" Arc de Triomphe at La Défense. It was equally sunny yesterday, but a tad bit warmer.








My next door neighbour. I first met him one early morning, before I went to work. He was nowhere to be found the past few days though. I kind of miss him.

Awwwww......

I miss you too.

Paris. Day 3.

Only two more working days and then I am free! Will carry my camera everywhere with me then and take loads of pictures.

I wish you were here :(

Happy bunny up and running again.

Thank you for all your concerns, I am OK now. And don't get me wrong - I am not the ungrateful bitch who expects to be treated like a queen when travelling on business. I think I was just grossly deceived by the serviced apartment's website, that's all.

Anyway, I have now overcome the initial shock and horror and am starting to enjoy my stay. I am typing away in my office now. The people seem nice and the view outside the window is great. I love Paris :)

Paris. Seafood.

Before I had time to come to terms with my reality for the next 12 days, I had to rush out for drinks and lunch with my clients.

Drinks was at my client's home near the Louvre, a spacious top floor flat with a balcony commanding a 360-degree view of Central Paris. Jet lag has kicked in and part of me wanted to leave, but (i) I found out later that my client especially organised today for me, (ii) there were only 5 of us so if I take off it will be very obvious, and (iii) I have a 70 sq feet room waiting for me, so what's the hurry?

Lunch was at Brasserie Bofinger. I have never seen such a humongous seafood platter (at least 36 inches in diameter), stacked with almost ALL the seafood you can name. The food was exemplary, and the bill was vast (a 2-person seafood platter costs 130 euros).

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I am now back in my room, typing away. And with a pillow too, thanks to my colleauge (poor thing who has to stay in the same tiny room like me for a whole month) who has kindly lent me his extra pillow (and his hair dryer) (and his internet cable too, hence you can see this post). Life is beautiful after all.

Paris.

My trip to Paris couldn't start off more perfectly. On the night I flew:

- Not being able to use my air miles to get a pre-arranged on-line upgrade, I went to the check-in counter with a heavy heart. And then, all of a sudden, I was allowed a last-minute upgrade to Business Class. Yay!

- Dinner with Mr & Mrs S at Lei Garden, followed by dessert at Moon Kee, both at IFC. Very satisfied. 75% happily (25% sad because I won't see BB for 12 days) off to the airport and on to the plane.

- And then I, who never could catch a wink on the plane, managed to get S-I-X hours' sleep!! Woke up refreshed, watched Die Hard 4.0 and the second part of Knocked Up, and before I knew, I was in Paris.

- Journey from the airport to my service apartment could not be more smooth. The taxi driver, a very nice lady took me to the destination swiftly and it cost me only 50 euro, 10 euro less than I expected.

When I got off the taxi, I was in an excellent mood, secretly laughing about everything going so wonderfully smoothly.

And then I opened the front door to the service apartment. And I saw... staircases. My room is on the 2nd floor, so I spent the next 10 minutes dragging my 22kg Samsonite suitcase, step by step, up two flights of stairs.

And then I opened the door to my room. On their website it showed a moden, bright, cozy studio with a double bed and a lounge area.

And I got this -

Have you ever been to Tokyo and stayed in one of those really really tiny hotel rooms, where you can't open your door when you have your suitcase opened? Now make it twice as small, and you have my room. The deco is typical 80's, with a 14-inch non-brand TV hanging up on the wall (with zero international channels - you lying website!! - except for Euro Sport). The toilet is so tiny that you can't find a spot to hang your clothes or put your skin care products. Well, not that you will want to hang your clothes or put your skin care products in the toilet anyway, because when you shower the whole toilet (including the roll of toilet paper) will get totally soaked. And did I mention the hot water supply lasts for 10 minutes only? For a person who uses at least 9 minutes to wash her hair, this is a real challenge.

And when I was trying to overcome the shock, I discovered that a certain thing called "pillow" was absent from my room, and as today is Sunday, the management office is, of course, closed. I will sleep a pillow-less sleep.

何先生。

對於何來是否有資格有斤兩出戰立法會補選，對選情有什麽影響，會否分薄陳太的票源，我不打算在此討論，每個人也有他的意見，你也大可看各大報章的社論。

我覺得有趣的是葉劉淑儀的回應。記者問葉劉對於何來參選的看法。葉劉說：“我唔識呢位何先生。”

一句話，露了底。

這位何來女士，是保育活躍分子，在天星跟皇后事件中，聲名大噪，壹周刊都要訪問她。稍爲關心時事又有看報的人都應該聼過她的名字。如果有人要參選做立法會議員（是尊貴的立法會議員喎，不是的士司機、家庭主婦喎），“想市民所想，為市民請命”，而保育這課題又成爲近期熱門話題，報紙收音機日日講，我覺得這個候選人沒可能不認識這位何女士囉。除非他對這個社會的問題不聞不問。

要我投票給一個，如何女士所說“當選後要從新學習社會問題”的一位候選人，我能否説服我自己呢。

P.S. 早知道政治（跟宗教一樣）從來都是敏感的話題，我這裡所說的純粹是個人感受。

My goddaughter.

My goddaughter, Jasmine, is an adorable 4-year-old. I am usually not crazy about children nor comfortable around them, but Jas and I had this special connection (which started when she was still in her mummy's tummy) and 3 hours after she was born, I became a godmother.

Jas loves singing, going to school, dancing, playing with her little brother Sean (who, by the way, is another adorable kid. Sometimes I think God can be very unfair - how come some people, like my friend C, could ONLY give birth to cute kids?!).

Jas also loves taking photos. And some nice ones too.

There will be a photo exhibition in January 2008, where you can see some 200+ of photos taken by this little girl. The photo exhibition aims to raise funds for Home Care for Girls, a non-profit organization focusing on helping teenage girls suffering from physical or emotional abuse or having family porblems. (I have visited this organisation before and had a long chat with the organisers. They are doing an amazing job.)

Jas may also go on the World Guinness Record too, as the youngest photographer ever (to have a photo exhibition).

I will write more about it closer to date and when I have more details. In the meantime, if you want to sponsor the exhibition or make a donation (to help reduce costs so that more money can go to Home Care for Girls), please let me know.

My love language is Service.

I am going to Paris for business next weekend, so lately my conversations with BB have largely comprised of the following:

[During Dinner] "Remember to feed the cats and change their water bottle every morning and night?" "Yes."

[After dinner, washing dishes] "Remember you have to scoop their litter three times a day at least, otherwise they won't poo in the litter box?" "Yes."

[While watching "24"] "Remember how to use the washing machine?" "Yees."

[During commercial breaks of "24"] "Remember to comb the cats' hair and clean their eyes and cuddle them every night?" "Yeees."

[He in a shower, me brushing my teeth outside] "Hemembar choo open fer yea'er boff effrey offur fay?" "The what?" "Se Yatter box!" "Yeees."

[In bed] "Remember to open a bit of the windows when you leave home? I don't want the cats to suffocate to death." "Yeeeees." "And remember to pick up your dry cleaning on Saturday, or you will have no shirt to wear to work." "[An inaudible mumble]."

I will be away for 12 days. This will be the first and longest time BB and I are apart since we were married. I am sure he will miss me immensely (though secretly happy that the nagging wife is finally on the plane to Croissant Land).