my Kirin Dream

I remembered that I already a huge colorful tattoo on my right shoulder and now the tattoo artist was inking my wrist. VOILA! I had a Kirin on my right wrist. The design was so chinese, so gangster or maybe yakuza.

Anyway, I was kinda proud of the tattoo. Slowly I realized something…. I need to work!!! Why do I have a tattoo on my wrist?? And why do I have a Kirin on my wrist?? I'm not a gangster!! I started to panic, lost… suddenly, my Kirin started to slit open by itself (maybe the tattoo artist inked me too “deep”?) and bleed. I got even more panic. The clinic nearest to my home was closed. And I dunno how or why, I hopped on to a 1-wheel bicycle (Yes! is 1-wheeled. Dun ask me why) and cycled to a pediatrician in a shopping mall to have my wound attended. The pediatrician was a nice, old lady, willing to sew my wound even though she was a pediatrician. But she was also not so nice because she did not local anesthetic my wrist. I was in great pain when she sewed me up.

But…. BONUS, my boyfriend came to comfort me during the “sewing” and the thing is my boyfriend was beefed up, and looked like Shah Ru Khan. Oh My 观音娘娘… So gorgeous…. Melt...


This is Kirin














And this is Shah Ru Khan



















The end of my twisted, outrageous, no logic dream... It made me so tired and i need more sleep...