Snip Snip.

One of the first things I wanted to do in 2010 was get tatted and get a new hair style. Due to various distractions, lapses in memory, etc. neither have been accomplished. Fifty days later I am adamant on doing SOMETHING to this hair. It's too black, too long, and sheds too much. Makes me want to pull an Amber Rose. But the real reason behind the necessity of this is for a fresh start. I want a clean slate. Sure, I'll be the same girl, I just want a new attitude. A new outlook on life. And I figured if I'm going to view things differently, everyone else shouldn't see me the same. So not only will I be cutting my hair, I will also be cutting out the negativity, the worries, and anxieties and start experiencing life.

Now as for the tattoo...I guess you'll just have to wait and see...Oh the suspense.

Where In The World Is Vixen?

25 days after my last post I decided it was only fair to let fair to mention that I'm not dead/dying/comatose etc. "I'm in love I'm in love and I don't care who knows it."

Updates from the past 25 days:

• I've been even more in love...Shall we call him "Fox?"
• I am now the nanny of two beautiful boys.
• Fucked up the car. Not my fault.
• Still in love.
• Attempting to curb all vices.

Goals for the next 25 days:

• Let love grow. It's going to be massive. Just add water. Hehe.
• Curb all vices.
• Visit my sisters.
• Find a four leaf clover.
• Get new ink. I've definitely been procrastinating with this.

The above picture is of Carmen Sandiego, for those of you who are uncultured enough to not know the world's greatest jet setter.

Story Time With Vixen.

    
 Let me take you back. The year is 1995. While most children my age were preparing to be sent off to grade school, I was getting malaria shots and every other kind vaccine available, FDA approved or not. I was making my first transpacific flight to Thailand, my ancestral home. I don't remember much of the events leading up to the actual trip, but I can tell you that the next several weeks changed my life. That is a whole other story in itself. 
     Before I continue, let me paint you a picture. My mother is what you would describe as a stereotypical asian mother. Overbearing and overprotective. One small sniffle or cough and we, my two sisters and I, would be rushed to the family doctor. She always made sure safety precautions were enforced. Shoulder pads/knee pads/helmets/sunscreen were part of my daily ensemble. I see myself going on a tangent, so back to the story...
     My mother purchased several disposable cameras (this was pre-digital age) to take with us on the journey. Several photos are still in my possession. In one of them, I'm standing at the check in counter at the airport, sporting my Winnie The Pooh backpack. I look so adorable if I do say so myself. In another I'm looking horrified of the fact that my mother has strapped me to a leash. Yes, that's right, a leash. Not unlike those things you hook your pets to. It was a bright red color, just in case you didn't notice the harness contraption on a four year old. The afore mentioned leash only allowed me to wander oh....five feet in either direction from my mother. Even with limited mobility I was still a feisty child. Dragging my mother where I wanted to go. She probably stumbled several times in attempt to avoid tripping over myself. I envision we were something like a great dane trying to be handled by a midget. Essentially rendering the purpose of a leash, useless. 
     How can I remember all this, you ask? Well, when your mother attaches a restraining device to your body, it's somewhat of a traumatic experience. That, and I have the memory of a 350gb external hard drive. Cheyyah. 
     Moral is, if any of you are parents or plan on being parents, don't enable the use of child leashes...that is unless you want your children to grow up to writing stories about you on their blog.

The End.

Ten Things I Love About Him.

1. He rubs my back 'til I fall asleep. 

2. He shares my affinity for candy. 

3. He grills me steaks in the middle of winter.

4. He lets me drive his car.

5. He clips pens to his khakis. 

6. Things he's got: style. ambition. great taste in music.

7. He inspires me.

8. He says "libary." 

9. He's like a breath of fresh air in the springtime.

10. He's not like you.

11/25/09

Dear Serena,

I know you probably wont see this, but I had to write it. Happy birthday baby sister. I love you with all of myself. Words can not explain how much you move me. You see the world through such innocent eyes, that I can not help but keep you in my heart. You give me hope and reassurance that goodness does exist. I know it might sound twisted but I look up to you. You inspire me to be the best person I can be and for that I am thankful. I am so thankful to I have you in my life, you and Crystal. And I promise no matter how far I go, it is you I hold closest.

Love always.

Personal "Doomsday Do It Alls" Video

'Sydney In Theory' dropping soon.