Johnny Two Thumbs

Thats the name of the tattoo parlour I went to in Singapore. Its been around for 61 years and is practically an institution. Its this tiny little place in a corner of a mall that caters basically to Chinese people. And thats where I, finally, after 4 years of wanting one and chickening out at the last second, got my tattoo done! *jumps up and down in excitement*

I don't think I'd have ever got it done if it wasn't for my uncle. I was kind of apprehensive about telling him that I wanted one, but as it turned out he was more enthusiastic than I even was about it!

And so on Saturday afternoon, he took me over to Johnny Two Thumbs and helped me pick out my tattoo. Finally chose a turtle in fond remembrance of the one Moron gave me on Valentine's Day a couple of years ago. It died in 2 days. Well thats the story I'm going to tell people when they ask me why I chose it anyway : )

I don't know how 3 days went by but they just did. If there's one word that describes Singapore, its sterile. It's beautiful no doubt but the whole city reminds me of one giant hospital. It's unbelievably clean and a bit too quiet. Even the trees look like their leaves have been put into position and dusted everyday. There are queues for every single thing - including going to the bathroom! The difference from India is evident in every nook and cranny. Personally, I don't think I'd ever be able to live there. I need noise and bustle and evergy around me - if only to drown out my loud voice!

And man oh man is it expensive! Here I was all set to go on a 3 day shopping spree - I took one look at the price of a really beautiful top I saw and realised that those dreams would have to come crashing down in any case!

Ah who cares - I got a tattoo!!