Way back in high school, my first boyfriend had a tattoo one with my name on it and one with our name. He did it by himself actually, and I can say that he had inspired me or have been the sole source of my thinking that I'll have one on myself one day. But definitely not the name of a boyfriend. (Yeah we didn't end up together and I think his wife has been so jealous about it haha who wouldn't be?)
Anyway, a year later, Ive completed the concept. Still, the audacity of having it on my own skin was nowhere to be found. Until recently. Two weeks ago, I completed the design. Now it's here on my skin. I can't believe it! I've done it. Physical pain is way too far from having an emotional pain. Physical pain can heal within a month or so. Emotional pain can turn your life upside down.
I went to the parlor about 8pm. I haven't taken my dinner. And I was kinda shaky bec I knew it's really painful. I was cold actually. I'm suppose to have it near my belly button but the guy said that my design was meant for the back. He's suggesting to do a lot of changes on the design but i prefer not to. Because every inch of the design means something to me. So I had it. As the artist started the tattoo, I thought it was not that painful. It was irritating bec of the noise, though. But when he did stop for a minute, it was then that I felt the pain. I almost call my bebi (btw, he doesnt know it yet) but thought for a minute not to do so. It took us an hour to do it and I feel like it's burning my skin. I kinda feel proud about myself, though.
I created a poem before I had the tattoo... It explains the meaning of my design.
http://lairofeilrig.blogspot.com/2004/10/canvas.html
http://lairofeilrig.blogspot.com/2004/10/masterpiece.html
