Chocolate Frogs && Pumpkin Juice

The big chickens have been kicked out of the house and now live outside in a dodgy make-shift pen. Funny how a family of engineers can't put together a few pieces of wood. The Cutiepies seem to be having a grand time though, they chase each other around the garden and enjoy sitting on the window sill.

Also, I don't recall mentioning, but the smaller chicks have names. The black one is Blythe, and the brown is Willow.

NOM NOM NOM DRACO MALFOY.

Photos from Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince New York Premier where Tom Felton was seriously hot. He was super cute in the first two films, turned really ugly for the next couple of years and the suddenly BHAM, BOY GOT HOT. I am expecting his performance in the movie to be fairly crap, although I'm hoping I'll be surprised, but I'm looking forward to more screen-time for Tom Felton in general.

Bleached hair really suits him, even if it looks kind of weird with the dark eyebrows.

While musing through the current Fall/Winter 2009 Haute Couture collections, I got the same ningling feeling that I get every season: that the Riccardo Tisci is completely under-appreciated. The collections he sends out for Givenchy are always of such a high calibre, that I think people overlook the brand. I found this season's collection to be especially amazing. The Givenchy mix of tailoring and draping was all there, but I also kept getting a real sci-fi feel about everything. The signature chain necklaces have evolved from something very rock chick to more Middle Eastern Goddess and the use of metal work on the hems of jackets was breath-taking. For some reason, I found the white and red evening gown to be the most profound; it was as if blood was slowly seeping up and consuming the wearer.

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Yesterday night I met up with Sandra and the guys for a mini reunion with our friend, Zack, who I haven't seen for three years. We had dinner at a really nice restaurant on Toorak Road where we got to sit on cushions at special lowered tables. As per usual, I don't remember the name of the place because I'm terrible at remembering Japanese words and also because I'm too absorbed in the company and food. A couple of us got the Sukiyaki, a Japanese hotpot, because it claimed to be 'one of the most popular Japanese dishes' in the menu. It turned out to be amazingly delicious as was the rest of the food, especially the tempura, which I eyed with envy. All in all, good food, good company and I really enjoyed not wearing shoes.

Today these gorgeous Swarovski beads came in the mail. They sparkle like Edward Cullen and are the prettiest things. I've promised the copper coloured one to a friend, but right now I feel like hoarding them all. Also, I gave in and ended up getting the Olga Berg heart clutch. It's completely impractical but so cute.

Photos of the latest Christian Lacroix haute couture fall/winter 2009 have yet to surface on the internet, however there's a rumour that this could be his last haute couture collection for some time. The house will close at the end of July with the workforce being cut from 124 employees down to 12. Lacroix ranks high as one of my top three designers, so I am quite surprised and sad. Looks like no one can escape recession.

It no longer feels like someone shoved a knife down my throat, however I still haven't managed to shake of this cough. Well..at least I didn't get this during exams.

After a couple of days of eating junk and begging my brother to go buy food (which will never happen because he's too busy playing World of Warcraft), I finally decided to make a trip to Safeway. Since I don't drive, it wasn't really such a smart idea to buy that four litre carton of juice; BUT LIKE SERIOUSLY, IT WAS $2. I'm trying extra hard to eat properly and by eating properly I'm really just referring to eating fullstop. I have an awful habit of wallowing in hunger everytime I get down about something. That, combined with the fact I miss breakfast due to my nocturnal habits, means little food consumption. I know I probably sound like a whiner, and that I'll probably be thinking the opposite when I'm a fat 40-year old, but losing weight scares the shit out of me. So much that I lie awake at night and think about all the things that could happen to me as a result of my eating habits.

Anyhow, today I cooked Spaghetti Bolognaise. I was especially proud because usually it turns out too oily, but this time it was perfect and tasted just like my Mum's.



And yesterday I made Leek and Pancetta Pasta.



I have yet to feel any side-effects, so I'll have to come to the conclusion that my cooking must be improving!

I'm sick :(
With some sort of stomach bug, I suspect.

Spent most of the day in a semi-concious state in bed contemplating the fact that my Mum left for Singapore this morning, leaving me in charge of cooking and cleaning. Not surprisingly, I'm not in the mood to drag my dead body around the house, and so I spent most of the day musing over Emma Watson's shoot in the August '09 edition of Teen Vogue. Puffy skirts, bow belts and printed tights; I wish I had the money to prance around in pretty clothes all day. Most of it looks like Erin Featherston, D & G, Balenciaga maybe..too lazy to find out.