Inked

I've been thinking of getting a tattoo ever since... ever since. It's just so sensuous, and when done tastefully, I find it hard to avert my attention, it just fascinates me. But more than the aesthetic aspect of it, it's the story of what goes into the decision of getting one is what really attracts me.

I want to get tats on both my wrists. But knowing my conservative mom, she will have an uncharacteristic bitch fit if she sees even just a trace of a tattoo on me. Her default response when I try to hint that I want to get one is her rigid voice threatening me that I will "look madungis for the rest of my life". Heck, she went berserk when I got an extra ear piercing back in frosh year, which I just got only because I wanted to wear two diamond studs in one ear. Not to mention my prissy (but lovely) aunts. They will be horrified at the sight of my tattooed wrists and will be convinced that I live a life of sin. The thought tickles me.

But whatever, I'm getting one. No, two. Before this year ends.

Mika's tattoo which I so love.


The only thing that's stopping me is because I haven't decided on what to put yet on my wrists. I'm certain though that I want a pretty illustration of a lotus with its stem sinuously interwoven somewhere between the words. I've always loved the symbolisms behind a lotus flower. But what particular words, well, that's what I'm having trouble deciding. I have several ideas, several phrases, but none of them quite embody the feelings that I want to convey both through the act of getting the tattoo, and the tattoo itself. I want to get a tattoo, but I want it to be personal, and resonant in meaning. So even if I'm wanting one so bad, I'll just wait for the inspiration to kick in.

I'm getting impatient, though.