At 10/05/2011, past 10pm, I got myself inked. It's something that I've wanted for so long. I've long waited for the right time for it to happen.
The design I chose isn't really the one that I've thought of having. I do like it, but my tattoo-artist friend/neighbor and I thought that I needed to have a trial session first before I go on with the final design that I want to have. The trial session was basically to test if I can take/tolerate the pain. I knew in the first place that I would, but I had my doubts.
And yes, I was right. It went well. It was painful but it's a different kind of pain. It's the one that you're willing to go through. Like a positive kind of pain (there is?).
The tattoo design is composed of 4 flying birds (my mom said they look like bats, oh well). And we all know for sure what flying birds mean. It literally means 'freedom'. Which is where I am right now, which is where I want to be, which is what I've always wanted o feel.
I kiiiid. Ha ha. But yea, it's true, in a way. I guess. I still live with my parents, I still ask for their permission on things I want to do, I still seek their advice, but the fact that they now allow me to go on with what I want to do is what I call freedom, in a shallow way. Yes. But still...
And allowing me to get myself a tattoo somehow means that it is I who decide for myself and they serve as my guide.
The real/final tattoo design that I want to have is currently stored in my files. Ha ha. And I'm pretty sure it'd be more painful that the one that I just had since there'd be more 'lining' and 'shading' to do, and it's a bigger one, too.
I will share the meaning of my 'next' tattoo design when I already have it on my skin ;)
Have a pleasant weekend!
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