two posts in a day...i must really be bored. good news is that i'm done loosening my hair. hard work, as i was too lazy to drive to the salon. i picked up a pair of scissors to cut off half the braids for easy loosening and i think i cut out a portion of my hair...i try consoling self by saying its all FQ's "home styled trimming, want the best hair trim? FQ's the hand you need". bad.
was thinking of the time i went in to get a tattoo, i had an airbrushed tattoo,i was so obsessed with getting the real thing, it was a Chinese symbol of joy on my arms.
i was so determined that Tuesday morning, trembling with excitement that i was going to do something classy, daring and BAD.(blanking out the fact that mum would gasp and my sisters would disapprove)
walked into the tatoo parlor at mega plaza and bajio the Lebanese guy gave me a prep talk on the procedure, it was more expensive than i imagined, but i had enough to cover it, i only had to sacrifice getting the jewelry from the shop next door..
but as i saw him prepare his tool, my 'tough girl' 'i'm bad' wannabe faded so fast you would never have believed it existed.
'i cant do it' i muttered to him, his face fell with disappointment.
'but why?' he screeched in his accent. i just shook my head no.
he pleaded and offered to do it for free...what? i bolted out of the shop as fast i could but not fast enough to avoid him giving me his card and asking me out on a date.
hell no, no wonder he was so disappointed at my change of mind, his one opportunity to touch my boobs for as long as it took him to mar it, and that chance was lost forever.
walked into the jewelry store next door and splurged on stuff.
i decided tattoos weren't meant for me, but piercings were definitely my thing. not the adventurous piercings..no. the traditional second earlobe holes and nose piercings which i could get away with from mom.
i've got only one ear piercing on my lobes. in school my friends would pierce themselves like they were putting on lipstick but i never dared, too scary. if a common lobe piercing scared me, how was i supposed to get my nose pierced? i had no idea but i was a determined chic. i wanted to bring sexy back with a nose piercing and i was going to get it.
i saw a random hausa chic one day with a pierced nose prior to my deed day, i asked if it was a painful experience(what a dumb question i know) her reply did it for me, i laughed my heart out and bowed out from the ordeal when she calmly said 'no, its not painful but tears came out my eyes'...dang! so were the tears for joy? i think not..
there was the time i wanted a gold tooth, oh man that was crazy. long story but i ended up not doing it, or when i went to quincy weight loss to buy a slimming package, i was 19 and i thought i had to get rid of the fat despite people saying it was baby fat and i looked good the way i was...i didnt get the package though thank goodness for that.
i naturally moved from a uk size12 to a 6 and i'm now lurking comfortably at 8/10.
i'm glad to say i'm an all natural girl, no weird tatoos, no odd piercings, no induced weight loss(although i need to take my work outs serious and push myself at yoga cos of my leg)
i make do with a fake tattoo when i really feel like one, best thing about it is i can put it anywhere, on my neck, on my back, my ankle, my boobs, my shoulders, it dont matter.
i can make do with magnetic earrings as a second hole or stick this tiny stud on my nose(i've gotten over the nose thing though), i had a little bling i could stick on my tooth when need be(thats way behind me too)
the crazy decisions we make in moments of insanity, some we dont regret but some we dont want to live with, its always better to think about the long term when considering stuff we want to do to our bodies. the body is our sacred haven, we need to treat it with respect...
i'm glad i was to chicken to go through thoses phases i passed through, cos today they dont matter and i'm so over my personal fad of the years past.
i'm not saying its bad to have a tattoo, just be sure its what you really want, that you'll look in the mirror in ten years and not regret what you did.