Got Ink?

Yes, ladies and gentlemen. After two years, endless Google images searches, countless moments of indecision, and one of the longest hours of my life...IT HAS BEEN DONE. People, I have gotten my tattoo.


And it is gorgeous. It took me a long time to decide on what to get--I wanted something that would represent the incredible luck I've had all my life. I'm such a blessed person; God proves it again and again that there's a star shining on me. I wondered for a long time: horseshoe? Corny. Four-leaf clover? Not into plants. Rabbit's foot? Ew. 


Until one day my mom told me the story again of the year I was born, how so many parents wanted to have kids that year because it was supposed to have been a lucky one. 1988, the year of the Blue Dragon, according to the Chinese. And I thought, Eureka! That's my sign. That is me.

That was last year. It took another year for me to work up the courage to actually go to a tattoo parlor and get the thing done. And even when I finally walked into PNP Tattoos the other day, the sound of drilling needles running over people's skin made my stomach turn and me want to run screaming home.

But I did it. I sat through it for a whole hour while Jake, the artist, stenciled and inked and drilled away at my skin. And seriously, anyone who has ever said that getting a tattoo does not hurt is spouting a lot of crap. Because it really does! It's not intolerable pain, but it is a very sharp needle on about four inches of skin.

I'm extremely happy now though. No regrets whatsoever. I mean, even my mom thinks it's beautiful. And it feel so incredible awesome to have epically ended my 2009 by making a long-time dream come true. :)

P.S. Photo to follow. :)