Ten things I ♥

1. Books by Khaled Hosseini.

Hmm, how do I say this like a lady... the man is a friggin' genius of literature.

Born and raised in Afghanistan before his family sought asylum in the United States, Khaled went on to become a doctor and eventually realised his dream to become a writer. Because he did, we can now understand the fragile side of human nature a little better.

I promise that his two novels, The Kite Runner and A Thousand Splendid Suns, will make your heart sing, weep, scream and bleed.

2. Chanel accessories.

Never Chanel clothes! Urgh. Too plain. But what I wouldn't give, do or steal for a Chanel bag, wallet and watch... excuse me while I scrape my dribbling tongue off the floor and wash it a bit.

3. Marlon Brando.

Oh Stellaaaaaaaaaa!!!

If you don't know the movie A Streetcar Named Desire you might be thinking something along the lines of WTF.

But, as an actors 'groupie', Brando is my mecca of screen awesomeness. Not to mention really, really, ridiculously good looking.

4. My dogs.

Otto and Ted. I carry their hearts.

And I pick up their poop.

5. Wine.

I am an Australian female, which means I am programmed to face potentially dangerous addictions to the ol' vino. But I couldn't not include it in my top ten, because, well, that would be a bald-faced lie. Slurp.

6. Salsa dancing.

Ahhh, how I love to dance ze salsa, preferably with a rose between my teeth and a poofy dress that opens right up the thigh... oh hang on, that's the tango. But yes, drop me on a darkened dance floor and turn on the salsa music and I promise you won't see me for the rest of the night.

7. Him.

Because he's just so darn cute.

8. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Ok, not so cute, but come oooon, the man-child composed his first piece at five and his first opera at twelve! I think at five I was still trying to pin the tail on the donkey. In fact I'm still trying to pin that darn tail on that bleedin' donkey. Mozart, I salute you for moving on to more important things.

9. Baking.

I wish I could write "cooking" here instead of the more niche zone of 'baking', but, truth be told, I'm not a natural cook. I pretty much burn water when I attempt anything savoury or 'dinner-like.' But pass me the self-raising flour, vanilla essence, eggs and caster sugar, and I'll know exactly how to turn it from sweet to schweeeet.

10. My family.

Please hang on while I plug all the holes in my heart.

Love and miss youse all.