Introducing Tatiana
Posted on Saturday, 31st July 2004 at 8:27pm29 Comments Ensuing
Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to introduce to you, Tatiana…
She’s a 20GB beauty full of class, style, and tunes. I’ve been spending the last few days getting to know her, and in that short time we’ve pinkie promised that we’ll never talk shit behind each others backs and always be the bestest friends for like, ever and ever, times ten.
(Yes, I know it’s weird to name my fucking iPod, but I’m also the person who names all of her computers after deceased pets. I’d like to thank Eric for giving her to me as an early birthday present.)
Black Panda Event
Posted on Thursday, 29th July 2004 at 3:37am31 Comments Ensuing
Last weekend I went to a friend’s wedding where the bride’s brother rocked up in a panda costume. After he hugged everyone present and took off the panda head, I inquired about the reason behind it all and it turned out that there was no “dress as a panda” printing error on his invite, and he wasn’t asked to entertain the large amounts of kiddies present while their parents got tipsy, his explanation as to why he was wearing a panda costume was simple…
He just felt like it.
[Update]
The panda lied! Today I was told the truth about the panda. Years ago, when they were both very little, my friend said to her brother (the panda) that she’d never get married and he promised to her that he’d come dressed as a panda if she did get married. The promise was kept, and he attended the wedding dressed as a panda.
I now know to never trust a bloody panda…
The Shame
Posted on Thursday, 22nd July 2004 at 3:06pm32 Comments Ensuing
I sat on my mother’s bed, in between her files from work and a pile of clothes. We were chatting about my brother’s birthday (he turned 21 yesterday) and I was trying to fix the case which his birthday present, an expensive pen, lived in. She asked me what I was doing for my birthday…
Nikita: “I’m not sure, it falls on a Monday so there’s not much to do, and everyone will be at work. Maybe go to dinner or something.”
Mum: “No, it falls on a Sunday.”
Nikita: “What?”
Mum: “I checked on the calendar when I was at your grandmother’s today.”
She got up and hunted through her work files to find a calendar, “Yes, see it says here your birthday falls on a Sunday, Sunday the 1st of August.” she said with reassurance.
I looked at her trying to keep a straight face. You see, I wasn’t born on the 1st of August, I came into the world on the 2nd of August and it wasn’t like I was born at 12:01am. Oh no, I was born at a good 8:01pm, so no “but you were so close to being born on the first” excuse could be used. You’d think since she was like, an active participant and all, that she’d remember, but no.
Nikita: “I was born on the 2nd not the 1st mum.”
Mum: “Oh, really?”
Nikita: “Yes.”
Mum: “That’s weird, your grandmother and I could have sworn you were born on the 1st.”
Nikita: “Oh my god. You have seriously forgotten the day I was born. The shame!”
I got up, threw my arms in the air and walked out of her room muttering “oh my god” and “the shame” a few more times for comedic value. Over the last few days I’ve been bringing it up randomly in conversations, mainly for laughs, but also to make her remember that I wasn’t born on the bloody 1st ever again. The shame.
Blogiversary
Posted on Sunday, 18th July 2004 at 11:11am25 Comments Ensuing
Two years ago today I registered the domain kitta.net and gave birth to (if you will) this site you’re at right now. It’s been a fun few years, the opportunities I’ve had, the people I’ve met, the things I’ve learnt, the amount of times people have emailed me asking “is the little red monkey like, a real monkey” have all been interesting.
Things have changed, my blog entries certainly have become much more substantial, my design has defiantly improved – to the point where I was nominated for ‘Best Designed Weblog’ – and I’m currently writing a book on the topic of blogging (a novel).
Over the last two years you’ve probably noticed that most of my entries have a sarcastic feel to them, this is because I like finding humour in things, my back injury for instance. Even though it’s painful and I have days when frustrated to the point that I want to cry, writing a funny open letter addressed to it helps ease the frustration. I’ve received emails from people (male, female, young and old) thanking me for blogging, they tell me about how they were having a bad day until they read a certain entry in my blog and it cheered them up immensely.
I started my blog because I wanted a creative outlet, a place to put the words that dance around in my head when I should be sleeping, and contrary to poplar belief I didn’t start it because I think I’m hot shit, I want attention and I’m a fucking Barbie that needs validation about my looks. Anyone who’s been with me since the start would know that.
People sometimes ask me how long I’ll keep blogging and to tell you the truth I don’t know. I blog because it’s relaxing to sit down at the end of a day and write about something I’ve seen, done or heard about. I blog because it’s fun and the day it stops being fun is the day when I’ll stop blogging (don’t worry, it’s still fun).
I want to thank Rich, who’s not only my friend that I can geek out with and talk hardware, but also the person who hosts my site. I’d also like to thank you for reading.
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