My First Tattoo

Never a blog post without
an attention-whorish
self-portrait

Now that we've gotten that out of the way -


This week has been the final week of the Chinese class.

We've finished it all off with the final chapter in the text book appropriately being called "At the airport".

So now we're supposed to be ready to survive in China on our own.

LOL.

Only one written and one oral Chinese exam left - and it's off to a semester at Beijing University!


Today we said goodbye to one of our favourite teachers, Song ‎老师.

So dedicated and hard-working, and cute.

"最好的老师" (Zuì hǎo de lǎoshī)
- "The best teacher"
spelled out in candy

Today I also had my first tattoo experience:


I went with my good friend and colleague, Josefine, to her tattoo artist, Marius Meyer, to get some colour on her peacock (*snigger*).

*hurl* Blood.
I'm never getting a tattoo.

I think I'll get a giant tattoo too, just because I'm a masochist.