Note to self: press the damn publish button before you close the browser. Idiot.
At par with my list of wants, exactly a month ago, I had my tattoo.
It’s been a month since I had my tattoo. Something that so far my parents will still kill me for. They really are against getting tattoos and me being the bah bah black sheep, I got one last month.
Meh. I really wanted to get a tattoo long long time ago but I never saw myself actually getting one in this lifetime as you might not be aware, I am a bit scared of needles and getting pricked. But I got one, and the craving to get another and another has to be stopped before I cover myself with ink.
I was actually fighting an urge to get something tribal, I wanted a kanji of my name. But I forgot to bring my design and ended up getting what I have now. And why of all designs I had to choose a heart? A reminder of how foolish my heart is? Amidst that, my heart is strong and can conquer my weaknesses? But really? Cause I like it. It doesn’t have to be too deep.
I can overcome the fear of needles, and the fear of getting reprimanded because I really want to have a tattoo. Very much like how I love I guess, loving like I’ve never been hurt before, knowing I’d hurt again. Very much like how I live I guess, fighting for what I want, for what I believe in, for what and who I love… *sigh* all the drama gushing out of my nose!
So there! I am a fighter ready to go to tribal wars! Oorah! :woohoo: :sweat: