Tattoo

Tattoo

I have always wanted to get my tattoo but being a child raised by old-fashioned people, of course they wouldn’t approve. So before, I would always draw on my body, or get henna tattoos but of course, I would love to have a real one.

When I was in first year college, it was sometime in October, my best friend since kindergarten who has also been wanting a tattoo decided to finally get one. Our boyfriends happen to know some tattoo artist and all we needed was an ink and some needles and he’d gladly grant our wish. I didn’t even had time to research for I design I really wanted. I just wanted it simple, and put an “A” in there. I wasn’t after “pretty or astig”, I was just after the experience.

So the day came, I think it was October 31 2005 @ Rawah’s (Nino’s barkada) crib. It was afternoon already, so I decided to go first cause I was worried that anytime my Mom would call and come looking for me.

Zzzzzzzzzttttttt. Weird sound from the machine. It wasn’t that painful. I personally think getting IM (intramuscular) injection is more painful. It kinda gives a tingling sensation. Has minimal pain and somehow addicting. After almost an hour, I was done. Yes! I finally have a tattoo. A real one. Smug. Then I got the chance to watch my bestfriend Kk get inked and her boyfriend back then, Olvs was holding her hand all the way. Pft. I was jealous. How come no one held my hand? (Duh!?) Oh, Nino wasn’t there by the way. My hanky was the only one who held me that time. Ok. And then there’s the dreaded call of my Mom. So I had no choice but to go home.

So since then, I haven’t really told them that I have a tattoo. My mom has seen it but she still thinks it’s henna. I’m not sure if they have hints about what it really is but I am somehow proud cause the tattoo I got means a lot to me. Simple design but deep interpretation.

 

**It was actually not that green and distinct when I first got it. When I was in third year, I had a little touch up from Christian’s Tatto Shop a.k.a.Milo  when I was in Manila and I was with Nino that time. And with that touch up, my tatt meant a little more cause that was also the time when my grandma died and I just had to bury all my misery inside that tatt.