Committment

Isn't it funny, I typed that blog title post to explain to the world that I, Miss Author Of This Blog, am committed to posting each and every day for a whole month in an effort to get myself back on the blogging wagon, and then got so busy in my brain thinking about committment and other C letter words I forgot what I was going to say.

As usual, while try to doze off to the land of nod last night, there were several (million) thoughts running through my brain. Most of which, at one stage or another, I thought would make brilliantly witty, utterly amazing blog posts, to which people would respond with glee and hastily proclaim their undying love to me via the comment form (located below this post, y'all). Upon waking, however, those aforementioned brilliantly witty future posts have vanished from my head, leaving nothing but reminders to remove my nail poish, and the usual longings for Subway. Nothing new there.

So, what to post? What to post indeed. I could discuss the fact my phone was cut off this morning, leaving me staring at my iPhone 4 screen with sorrow and lust for all the poor, unanaswered text messages that were sure to be loitering in my inbox, only to be reconnected 15 minutes later with not a single message awaiting me. Horror. I could mention how cold and dreary and miserable it is outside, and how unmotivated this makes me to get anything done, but then I start to think about all those loads of washing I need to get dried and... well, let's move on. I could point out the adorable kitting asleep on my leg, making creepy little grunty snuffle sounds, but then I'd have to take a photo to show the adorabless... Oh, go on then! While that's downloading off my phone, might I take this chance to point out my new background/header/general betterness of this blog? I feel marginally more at ease here, rather than at The Old Blog. Any thoughts/pointers/suggestions?

On that note, I'd better listen to my own brain's suggestions to get my butt into gear, get this washing done, jobs applied for, ass beaten at gym, and some horses ridden and dogs walked. Oh, and find my nearest Subway for a quick fix...

Check back later for my Accent video, plus a random questions tag vlog, too :D

I thought about it, for all of 2.7 seconds. I'm not quite that desperate. Yet.

Phoenix and I after a long, long day at the St Kilda Festival for the RSPCA.


Yes, I freely admit I am getting old. Glasses for me...*sob*
Turn off the light! The liiiiiight! I'm meltttttting!

Grr!

So, I was coming on here to type out a post committing myself to blogging each and every day for a whole month, NaBloPoMo stylin', and got utterly sidetracked but how hideously unattractive this blog is. And then tried to fix it. And failed.


This blog background is named Katie Girl, so clearly I had to install it. But not only do I despise a white or neutral text background, I can't get rid of that damn logo in the top left corner. I believe I'll attack this tomorrow, when I'm not rushing to type between visits to vomit. Ah, what a wonderful weekend...

Oh, blog...

What can I say? I have given up. Blogging here is like visiting the dentist - I know I need to, I get so far as building up the courage to do it, then ... blah.


It's all just too hard. You see, I Tweet. I Facebook status. I Daily Booth, sometimes even thricely Booth. I upload Vlogs, which are a whole lot easier, and a whole lot more fun than these 'every day' blogs. The main problem, though? I just don't like this blog. I miss my Made in Melbourne days. Specifically, having a pretty blog with a million (or at least like 200+) posts behind me so that fellow bloggers actually knew a bit about me. Another downfall to my blogging? It doesn't like me posting photos. My fancy smancy new camera has far superior photographic capabilites than simply using my iPhone, and blogspot.com does not appreciate that. I literally can't upload a single photo of my Africa Safari awesomeness, and that makes me a little said. A picture is worth a thousand words, in my mind, and I'm clearly not pumping out anywhere near a thousand words in my lack of blog posts.

So, what to do... Attempt a NaBloPoMo style intervention on myself, and MAKE myself blog each day? Head on back to Made In Melbourne and try and ressurect the past? Move on entirely and spend hours exasperatedly trying to find a new blog title and/or pretty background and start afresh? Or simply live via my iPhone and keep FBing, Tweeting and Daily Boothing in the convenience of my own bed/car/shopping centre, instead of having to file every witty line I later think I'll type out on here, then consume a glass of wine and forget entirely what it was I was thinking? Decisions, decisions.


(in the meantime, you can check out my vlogs to get a little dose of me...
http://www.youtube.com/user/KistaKatix?feature=mhum )

...finally!

I am back! Yes, yes, I know, I know...again. Who would have thought I could destroy a laptop so thoroughly, so many times, in such a short period of time? (In all honesty, Sahara's claws might have been to blame once or twice re: the horrible screen damage, but being a proud mumma of some of the biggest talons seen since the Triassic Period, I choose to overlook those bleak, computerless times).

So, since my last blog, I believe I have had several (hundred) things to blog about. My first Christmas not spent at my family home? Check. The first - and possibly last - turkey to ever be cremated by my man and myself? Uh huh. The two most amazing weeks of my life, spent galloping over the African wilderness with herds of kudu and impala running alongside? Days spent feeding elephants, touching wild lion cubs, stalking hippo in Chobe national park? Yep, that'll all be in here too, once I've got everything ready and I'm in a bloggy state of mind.

Love.

"Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life."
— Bob Marley

Silly Season Shenanigans, animal style

- altibo bay & mr darcy -
Just can't help yourself, can you Darce?

- phoenix -
"It's PLAY time!"

- sahara & i -
Yes, well. We don't get out much....

- ista kareem -
"... and he said, why the such a long face? AhahAHAhAhahaha...."

Miso soup, dog legs and robot waiters.

Gosh, my blog is just so blah. I fiddled around a few weeks ago, trying to make it all pretty, but fail. Epic, epic fail. Sigh...

In other news... I dined at Nobu on Saturday night. I have always wanted to go, more because I associate the name with celebrities, rather than flacid dead sea creatures sitting on my plate waiting to be attacked with chopsticks, but alas, there were none there Saturday. Celebrities I mean; there were plenty of the latter.

There's a few things I learned from my dining experience, some of which I shall share with you.

1. Everyone - and I mean everyone - is so busy looking at the people on next table to see if they've been in any recent blockbuster videos, they can barely concentrate on conversation. I walked in, down the stairs (requiring careful navigation and excellent balancing skills as I teetered on my 5inch heels on the narrow steps, all the while trying to cover my cooch as my dress was, I fear, a little on the short side) and the heads that turned my way had nothing to do with aforementioned lady bits hanging out, it was the cursory "Do I know her?" look each new person received that night.

2. Anything covered in tempura is delicious. Carrots, pumpkin, things I'd never thought of deep frying before...delicious.

3. Speaking of delicious, all I'm going to say is 'sake'. Lots, and lots of sake.

4. The waiters were clearly cloned from some sort of eerie robot man with stellar communication skills - I have never seen anything like it in my life. First instance, a man dropped his beer and it shattered in a foamy mass all around him. Within the blink of an eye, there were 3 staff, mops in hand, whispering into their ear pieces and efficiently mopping up the spill, removing the glass and replacing another beer in the blokes hand before a waiter at another restaurant could roll an eyeball. It was creepy. Case in point: our own waiter, who happened to be some sort of European underwear model or A grade actor taking a night off, was so attentive I could barely take a sip of sake without it being replaced. And how on earth they could be so attune to the fact my miso soup bowl was still 1/4 full, when the empty one had been whisked away without even touching it to test for weight, is beyond me. Now, why can I never find a boyfriend so pyschically in tune with me?

5. There were things on that menu I would never dream of placing in my mouth. However, I tried to be adventurous, and did attempt tuna sashimi. I say attempt; I took one sniff of my handroll and nearly vomited into my magically-still-in-front-of-me miso soup. Seriously, all I could think about was how I feed practically the same thing to my cats each night, and it kind of lost its appeal.

6. Speaking of miso soup, I've worked out what it reminds me of. My dog, Phoenix. No joke: it smells like the soft furry bits on his back paws. I know, I know, I sound more mental than usual. But anyone who has a dog surely must know how nice the backs of their legs smell? Well, now you know what my dog smells like. Miso soup.