Another milestone.

April 14, 2012.


I got inked. ♥
Finally. I had my long time dream come true! :) 


It's a 2x4 inches tattoo inculcated in my right-side, just under the bra strap--ribs beybeh! \m/
When I showed the artist my design, he asked me twice or thrice where I want to put it. He was shocked and repeatedly asked me if my decision is final. I said YES!!!


He told me that in that part is the most painful area to have a tattoo because the skin is thin and the bones are prominent. I don't care! I want it there. So when the pattern was finished. I removed my shirt-- I was wearing a sports bra as top. 


I lied down in the couch facing left. I was nervous and my feet were cold but I can't turn back. I was already there. Whew! 


Good thing, the music was loud. hard-rockin' I could tolerate the pain. Actually it wasn't painful at all. It's like you're being injected--for an hour! That's it. There was no blood too. I was accompanied by my sis in Letran, Rorie. After a while, I asked her what letter was finished and she said "o". OMG! After she said that, I really wanted to go home! I could already feel the pain of the needle pricking my skin! By the way, the needle is 4 inches long! It was too late to quit and the sense of my tattoo will be void. But after that, I was already able to see what's going on so I just watched the artist how he does it. 


Until I get used to it and be entertained on how he engraved those letters on my skin. I felt numb. I don't know how I could explain it but the pain was like nothing compared to emotional pain I've been through. I know. Emoshit. But that's true. Getting a tattoo is really a self-expression. Now I realized why people get addicted on getting this. It's an art and incomprehensible just between you and the tattoo. 


I just wish my family won't find out. They can't or I'm dead! :p