I have since posted it on my Facebook and Twitter sites.
I have been wanting an ink job done for the longest time, probably since my secondary school days but due to circumstances I couldn't get it done. Also I had a lot of different ideas as to what I wanted done. And I really thought I would end up like most people who thought of getting a tattoo done but never actually doing so.
Well, 18 December 2010, after 6 bloody long years of thinking and various discussions with plenty of friends over the years, I finally got it done.
I was actually first inspired to get inked a long time ago back in secondary school by my late best friend. Of course being typically over-protective "brudder" he told me not to. Of course he told me not to do a lot of other stuff but I never listen.
After he passed away I never really let go of the thought but it wasn't a real drive to get it.
It only started picking up again when I was in the force and I saw a colleague's "work" and suddenly the craze came back. And well my 7AM mates were also entertaining the idea of an ink job for themselves as well. Fact Jo & Edwin already got it done. So naturally...
Of course I was uber proud once it was all done (BTW, I had it done at Hereen by the one and only Richard Tat) however there was only one HUGE ASS problem. I didn't know how to tell my parents and I couldn't tell them.
Yes it is also true that most of the time I am a DO first (after a lot of thought to myself) because it is my life, then say later. But to me this was one of those say and then i'll probably be killed by them. I actually hid the tattoo from them.
So 2.5 months went by without much of a problem. But how long can you hide things for? The truth will always come out eventually.
Went to touch up my tattoo on Monday afternoon (Thanks Nabs for accompanying) and returned to an empty home. It was stinging a little so i just rolled up my sleeves.
About 6pm my Dad returned home and from the front door he actually squinted his eyes towards my direction (I was using my brother's com and it's a direct view from the main door). I was actually wondering what he was looking at and when I looked down myself I realized I FORGOT to roll my sleeves back down. I was actually counting on the fact that the line of sight was dark and my dad is kinda old now so his eyesight isn't as good.
I WAS SO DAMN BLOODY HELL MISTAKEN!
The conversation as follows:
Dad: Is that for real or for fun (indicating he saw the tattoo)
Me: (Out of pure instinct) oh for fun.
Dad: So it can be easily removed?
Me: Yeah!
Dad: OH ok in that case I am fine with it as long as it can be removed and it's for fun I don't mind.
He then left the room only to come back 10 mins later (and I suspect 10 mins of "Wait-a-minute-thinking") and started laughing.
Dad: *laughs* you sure it's for fun? if it's for real just tell me
Me: *guilty look* yes it's real.
Dad" *laughs more* I knew it. I am ok with it. It's expected.
SOOOOO I was shocked by his reaction. I mean between my parents I would expect the worst reaction to be from my dad. But noooooo he is ok. He wanted to have another look and that was when the "fun" began. Just as he said that my mom returned home and asked, "Show me what?"
Dad: Just tell her. You have to tell her anyways
Mom: What? You strike TOTO?
Me: NOOO...
Dad: Just tell her!
Mom: Tell me what. *looks at me* WHAT DID YOU DO NOW? (Isn't that nice, "what did you do now" like I always do something horrible)
Dad: Just ... aiya. He got a tattoo. *laughs*
Wo and behold, my mom rattled off (ok she didn't scold so that was a good thing) something like, "WHAT! WHY YOU NEVER TELL ME BEFOREHAND! LET ME SEE!"
Next thing out of her mouth, "LIKE AH-BENG!" (Again tell me something that I haven't heard) and she continues nagging about how I should have told her and how it's destroying my body and this and that and this and that. Then she just walked off and continued with her stuff.
Skip 24 hours and now she's fine with it. She ended off the tattoo subject with a... "Next time you want to do something major tell me first".
oh and my mom was also "scolding" my dad for laughing and being ok with it.
You see that's the thing about me, I usually get away with things. Funnily, my dad said to get one only and I was already finalizing in my head what should my 2nd and probably last one be.
anyways.. MORAL of the story: As much as you can hide the truth away from people or as much as you think you can hide the truth away from the world, think again. The truth will eventually squeeze it's nosy ass out and find a way to be heard. Simply said, you can't hide the truth for long it will eventually come out.
Since now officially the WHOLE world knows I am just going to post it up again:
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did i mention to u that my relationship with my mom, is full of lies? WAHAHAHAHA
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