Tattoos.


I've been wanting to get a tattoo, of my name, ever since I was a young kid. Probably on my arm or somewhere just below my wrist, like the picture above but I want a smaller one in cursive writing. Reason being I was afraid that once I die, and no one would recognize me, at least they know my name. Perhaps it's a pretty dumb idea, perhaps it is cool. I really don't know.

Few years back, I had this sudden change in thoughts about having tattoos. I was thinking further, when I grow old. I guessed the people around me sparked me off into thinking that tattoos will look really horrible when your skin gets old and wrinkled, and starts to sag. Taking for example, a tattoo of an eagle with its wings spread out and up high, looking as if it is soaring up into the sky. But when you grow really old, the wings would soon get droopy and I have no idea what your eagle would turn out to be like. Pretty hideous I guess. I use to just end off every conversation with my friends about getting a tattoo with having very sagged and droopy skin.

My cousin and I were talking about having tattoos today. Somehow, the conversation sparked me off into asking my mum what if I get a tattoo. Guess what her reply was?

"I'LL CUT OFF THAT PIECE OF MEAT THAT YOU HAVE YOUR TATTOO ON."

How nice uhh. Parents don't mean that, literally. Well, maybe some parents do, but definitely not mine I hope. And now, I'm dreaming of getting a tattoo, on my arm. CRAPXSZXSZ.

HOW HOW HOOOW! At the same time, I'm wondering how to hide the tattoo from my parents if I ever get one. Oh well!

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