This is my tattoo.

About this tattoo, it was quite some time ago. Anyway, my mother always objected us having tattoo, but my brother and i own one each. I had it done a few days before my mum come back so i intend to break it to her after that. Hesitating if i should tell her straight or shall i ask relevant questions first. I went for the second options. Oh dear, i found out that my mum still kind of against it. She told me that i shouldn't have a tattoo, at most she will give me money to buy those fake ones, because that one you can change anytime you like. Er, ok.

I hid my star from her all the time. Which is going to be a month soon.

Today, my mum was extremely hyper, she sat by my side as we chat with this friend form tsu chi. We were laughing our ass off and so suddenly the thought of confessing to her struck me. And this is how it goes.

Me: Mummy, i have something to tell you.
Her: What?
Me: -Trying to gather the courage to say the first word-
Her: I count to three you still don't say then don't say ah. 1...2....3...
Me: -still froze-
Her: Say la
Me: I...i...i did something you don't like.
Her: What? You like someone?
Me: No
Her: You like an Indian?
Me: No
Her: You like girls again?
Me: No
Her: You want to quit your job?
Me: No.
Her: THEN WHAT LA.
Me: Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I tattooed.

Shockingly, she wasn't even angry, she ask me to show her and that's it already. she never angry. And after that, we laugh again. Hahaha. Thank god.