Monday, November 21, 2016 ❣

The day I got inked.

Greetings to each and every one of you that still either remains curious about my life or are forced to read this because I told you so. Welcome, I hope you don't find this even a tad bit similar to a fool's errand. Have fun. I have to get this done before the month ends. Let's begin!

November hasn't been a good month to me at all. In fact, it is far from being peachy. This is the month I finally decided to open up a little more to the people at work. The day I decided to do so, I got into an accident. Hence, I kick started the month with a car accident one fine night in Shah Alam. It wasn't a pleasant experience at all, but I am grateful that at least something good came out of that night.

This month, I got to know some nice people. 
This month, I also started feeling a little better smiling with my teeth exposed.



It's funny how I always tend to merge all my friends together. No sense of boundary at all. Everything just goes together. I can't really describe the feeling I get after meeting these people because this month is filled with plenty of ill-intended events. It doesn't feel good at all. Nevertheless, I am glad that I at least found a minor mode of distraction for the time being. #sorrynotsorry

Despite the fact that I have officially set a pass lock for my phone (I usually don't), my phone still remains as a 'public phone' to all. On bad days, my phone can just be randomly picked up and people will start scrolling through my messages. On good days, I have countless spammed photos of people's fugly faces in my phone.

Is it me or is November moving too fast?

11/11 is the day the impossible became possible to me and my life.
21/11 is the day I decided to finally get that ink I have been planning to get since 19.


I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt and that I wasn't scared. I wasn't afraid of regret and neither was it the fear of pain. It was a rather baffling feeling, it was between wanting to get it done as soon as possible, wanting to spend more time during the procedure and wondering how nice it would look after its done. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins. But I wasn't nervous at all, just excited. The procedure lasted 1 hour.

As for the pain, it was bearable but sometimes it hurts like a bitch. Definitely not to the point of screaming, jumping or wanting the artist to stop. It is like having a needle punched repeatedly onto and dragged against your skin. It was a sharp pinching feeling. Different needle size inflicts different sensation of pain. I'm not too sure if the bigger or smaller one hurts more but one of it definitely hurts 100 times more. 

Since I got it on the back of my neck, every once in a while, the needle sends the pain all the way down my spinal cord and even down my arms. It hurts. If you've done lazer before, getting a tattoo gives a slightly more concentrated pain compared to that.

How am I so sure of where and what to get? Hmm. These 3 words meant a lot to me since 3 years ago, it was something I used to say to myself every single time I was put under a lot of stress, especially when breaking down seemed like the easiest way out. It was a great reminder to myself. I made a promise to myself and Daryl that I would get it done as soon as I turned 21. As time passed, I began to neglect this resolution, thinking it wasn't important.

After recent events, I made no further thoughts of it. I made an appointment and just followed through. I guess these are the kind of things that are rather on the spontaneous side. I did not put much thought into it, I just spent one night designing the look of the ink that I wanted. Then, I spent another night thinking of where to get it.

If you don't do wild things while you're young. You'll have nothing to smile about when you're old.
It's not the things we do in life that we regret on our death bed, it is the things we do not.
I'd rather have a life of 'Oh wells' than a life of 'What ifs'.

I just so happened to be thinking of these to get me through the drive home after tattooing. Oh yeah, I did have a 'wtf have I just done' moment. But it was really just for a while la. After seeing the outcome, I was glad I did it.

My neck hurts so much from bending down like this for over an hour. 
I lifted my head every once in a while to stretch my shoulder. Did not helped -_-
Music to distract myself from the buzzing sound of the needle.


As for what this ink means to me, I guess you'll have to ask me personally?
Be strong, stay strong. Be independant. Fly far, soar high.

Thank you girls for always being to 8 about the choices I make in my life. 
It feels good to feel loved and cared for by three 8 pos and a Johan.

Thank you 8 pos for adjusting over and over again. What would I have done without you?
All I did was stood there while they fondle my neck over and over.

Thanks for the effort and thanks for coming on this little adventure with me.

All I want now is just for the rest of the year to go on smoothly. I don't need anymore surprises.
See you (the remaining 3 people who are still reading my blog) in December! 

Till next time!
Eunice signing off! xx
Goheunice.

6 comments :

Funny you scrolled all the way down here :P Hehehe. Have a great day ahead ❤