Of Birthdays and Testicles

Saturday, June 25, 2016 10 Comments A+ a-

I never really look forward to my birthdays. My 20s isn't all that awesome and isn't really my favorite decade. Climbing the hills of my 30s isn't that glorious either. At least, that's what the internet told me.

My face has been slammed with those "30 Awesome Things to Do When You Are 30", or "You'll Regret It If You Haven't Done These 30 Things Before 30", or "10 Life Lessons People Should Learn Before They Turn 30", or "10 Things Successful People Do By Age 30" yadda yadda. I never really read the entirety of such listicles because my attention span extends only up to 3 list items and the rest would already sound gibberish knowing I have miserably failed.

Something Different... And Permanent

Sunday, June 19, 2016 10 Comments A+ a-

I have got to admit, I can get cocky. But not the kind of cocky that makes you want to grab me by my collar and slap me hard on the face.

Sometimes I can get cocky and start thinking I can do just everything I want and get anything I want. And this moment is just one of them.

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.