There's something about needles that makes me marvel at it's beauty. I am amazed at how one prick can already cause wheezing and gnashing of teeth. There something about pain that makes me alive. There's something about getting hurt and crying that makes me appreciate life and its complexities. Whenever I feel so depressed and bottled up, I think of needles and getting a tattoo. It's my way of letting the whole world know that after experiencing extreme anguish, there's still beauty round about. :)
I got inked again last Monday. Unlike the previous experiences, this was the most horrid and painful experience. It lasted for 6 hours and I was on the verge of really wailing due to extreme pain. But the ironic part was after my back was all bruised and bloodied, and after the excruciating pain, I smiled and said, "I will be fine. Twas worth all the pain.."
my favorite tattoo artist (very patient and nice) doing his thing...
the most painful part of the whole process. Bjork (artist), said twas because of the location...
"Open your eyes and look within. are you satisfied with the life you're living?"
this for now.... more to come... =)
8 comments:
i admire you! i don't think i have sufficient courage to get inked.. ;)
:)
I feel you in those words :).
wow you have some nice tattoos i was scared the first time i did my tattoo but then after i just wanted more lol
ouch, down the spin!! congrats for getting through that!!
Hi! I just wanted to say that I love your tattoo's! I just got my first one last year and am addicted. You seem like a really inspirational person. I haven't blogged for long and am just looking around on the blogspot site and stumbled upon yours. :)
I love what you say about pain. There *is* a beauty roundabout.
Ouch.
Ri. Here's me at my political: http://bisayafilms.blogspot.com/
Spread. Please?
super nice :)
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