I want to get inked.

I have always wanted one ever since I was in college. But I had to wait. I had to make sure it wasn't just a teenager's act of rebellion against the parents, the self, or the world. Then I had to wait more to make sure that I am not running right into a tattoo salon just because everyone is doing it. I had to wait a little more to make sure that this isn't just a phase and I might get over the tattoo-lust somehow. And I had to wait a little bit more because I know this is not something that has to be taken lightly.

If I had to get my first ink done, I always remind myself that it has to be significant to me. When I turned 18, I wanted to have a butterfly tattooed on my shoulder blade because they were fad and looked cool back then. Too glad I didn't because I'd be mortified to see a cute butterfly drawn permanently on my skin today. No offense meant here, but it's just so not me. The last thing I would want is to find myself biting my lips, cringing, and asking myself  "OH GAWD, WHY?" a few years later.


My mom had always lamented on my poor life choices. And even if I am turning 31 in a few days, I know she wouldn't approve of this (the same goes with my dad). The stigma about tattoos isn't dead. The boyfriend indirectly expresses that he isn't all over it either. But I know he supports whatever I want in life.

But no matter what head-shaking, finger-wagging, no-you-don't-need-one advice is shoved down my throat, I KNOW WHAT I WANT AND I'LL GET WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT. It's as if the people important to me stopped mattering and I just have to brush off whatever they say. Yes, I can get cocky sometimes.

The long wait is over. I am prepared to go under the needle. And right now, I am 101% sure that I know why I want it, where I want it, and what exactly it means to me. :)

I got bored. So I grabbed some pen and got myself "inked".

Other than getting inked, I want to try jiu-jitsu and color my hair too. Ang dami kong gustong gawin sa buhay. Haaay.