Tattoos... What do people still think about them? Back in my parents days, tats were only for guys. Girls getting them was unheard of, except maybe if they got their husband's name. Like how the branding iron is used on cattle. I still remember reading an article about something that happened in the early 1900's in Japan. A girl was raped. But when the court ordered her physical examination, they found that she had a butterfly tattoo on her breast. So the case was immediately dismissed, the tattoo meant that she was promiscuous and so there was no way she could have been a victim of rape. That was the social stigma attached to them. Later on, tattoos, even on men, were only religious and anything else meant that the men were involved in a gang or something. I'm not sure exactly when my fascination with tattoos began. I remember asking my mom for a tattoo way back when I was 13. She obviously didn't think I was old enough and it was just a passing phase. That's what teens do, right? I was also deathly afraid of needles, and any visit to that pathology lab for a blood tests would have me squirming and screaming and shutting my eyes tight.
But I kept pestering. A few months ago, my mom and me went to a cousin's wedding. My mom was telling her long-estranged sister (who incidentally raised two perfect or perfectly boring kids. All they did in life was study, work and get married to whom their parents thought was good.) about how I wanted to get a tattoo and my aunt frowned and said something about how they look 'cheap'.
Yesterday, we finally went to get my tattoo. It took a little time to reach the place, and I was getting pretty nervous. I told him what I wanted, and he got those printed so the artist could draw a stencil. I had to wait like three quarters of an hour but the guy at the tattoo shop put on the show 'LA Ink' on his Laptop and that calmed me down and helped me to pass the time! Pretty soon it was my turn. The guys made my mom fill out the consent form and then told me and mom to go to the tattoo area. The artist applied the stencils on both my legs. He seemed friendly and I felt quite comfortable. He told me about how I have a cool mom because she came with me. I agree. He made me sit on the chair and started preparing the equipment. Watching all those YouTube videos payed off because I knew exactly what to expect. Strangely I was quite calm. MUCH calmer then when I was getting my nose pierced. I think the guys in that parlor freaked me out. But these people looked much more normal. So he prepared the machine, dipped it in the ink and sat down. By then my palms were really sweating and I was pretty scared. He sensed that and told me that it will hurt but not much. And that if I held still he would be done really quick. So he told me he was giving me a trial and touched the machine to my skin. My mom was sitting across the room, smiling. When he seriously started doing the tattoo, it hurt, but I just made a face and held absolutely still. The artist looked up and asked me if it hurt, I nodded and said yes, and he told me that I was doing very well. Soon the other guy from the shop was there, telling me how they thought I would scream a lot, as I was young and these were my first. They were telling me about how some girls screamed so loud you could hear them from the other side of the road. Soon my first tat, the star on the outer side of the left leg, was done. He then started to shade it, and that needle hurt less. The shading is not really color, just a black to make the lines bold. We both decided to keep the star empty for now, I may go in for colouring later.
Then he started on the second tat, the Aries symbol. This one hurt more, it is on the inner side of my left leg. The curves hurt the most, and he told me about how long lines hurt more. After he was done with it, he asked me whether I would like it shaded and I agreed. So he shaded the ends of the curves and the bottom in black, and the rest red. It looked awesome! They told me I was really brave, they've had grown men jump and run. I felt really proud and they put on the cling film and micro pore. My mom teased me saying that I looked like a 'wounded soldier'. I thanked them and left. They burned a little at first and bled a little on the way home, but right now they are just fine, the star is oozing slightly, which is perfectly normal for a new tat. I feel really happy, I am thankful to my mom for letting me go through with this, and convincing dad too. Dad said they looked good. Mom likes the star better. All my friends are really excited and want to see it! It's been about 23 hours now. I love how they are both seen when somebody looks at me walking from the left! I can't wait till they heal fully, which will be in like 15 days. I can't wait to see everybody's reactions! I especially love the extreme ones from the narrow-minded people.
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Not a very good photo, but the best I could manage.
They look a million times better in person. |
This is the Best Birthday Present Ever. It's gonna stay with me forever, when all my gadgets (my previous presents) are long gone.The photo to the left is horribly shiny with the greasy ointment I'm supposed to have on all the time. I'm sure they'll make a lovely picture when they are completely healed. Do tell me what you think!
xo
Magali
Almost everybody knows that I'm a really big fan of her's and I was hoping to look out for any new films in which she may be acting. I love to check out all the films in which she cameos or has a role. Her cameo in Euro Trip was hilarious! 
I saw on imdb that she's acting as 'Mother Superior' in an upcoming film called 'Bitch Slap'. 
About a month ago, I wanted to buy a book. I wasn't sure which one, so, on a whim, I picked out Marley & Me by John Grogan. I read it whenever I got time, and I must say that it is one of the best non-fiction books I've ever read. Funny, heartwarming, with healthy doses of exaggeration and sarcasm, I loved every chapter of it, from start to finish.
First off, I'd like to begin this post by saying that I have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING AGAINST Cancer Patients. I have personally known many cancer patients who fought this deadly disease and eventually lost the grim battle. They were real fighters.
