Tattoos and Curly Hair

While waiting for my computer to boot, I passed the time by doodling this stupid butterfly figure on my knee.



Just killing time...
This is my frustration though. I want to have a tattoo and I have a very good idea what I want to have --

This one means, "A lesson learned."


This one means passion.


And this one means spirit.

Anyway, I am still arguing with Erbe about this. I told him he can get his own tat if he wants one, but he abhors the idea. Oh, well. He even threatens that he'll grow his hair long if I get a tat. Although the idea of Erbe with long hair revolts me (yes, revolts), I considered the thought. In fact, I mumbled, "Okay, deal!" Well, he made a face and gave out an insulting snort. He didn't expect me to agree. Erbe with a long hair - eww! But I can consider it if it means tat for me. That's how much I want one.

To be honest though, the real reason why I still haven't gotten one is the fact that Paige and I are of the same blood type. I figured I can't risk Paige's future health. Who knows? You never know what will happen, right? I needed 6 bags of platelets when I had dengue. Who would have thought I'd end up half-dead and in need of blood donation? Finding type A blood donors wasn't easy. (Tinay, FYI, it was Chin who successfully got donors for me.)

Anyway, here are some things that I need to do/get a.s.a.p. -

1. Get RED (I mean really red) highlights. No, Tinapay, I don't mean the wash-and-wear hair dye.

2. Another 4 GB memory card by next month. I can't find anything higher than that here. *sigh.

3. Curly hair. I know it'll suck but I have to get it! It's like my ultimate frustration. It started in 1st grade. I had this classmate - and I remember her name, Sandra - well, she had curly hair. It was not just curly -- it was really kinky and thick. I remember that it was all over the place. Anyway, I wanted to have the same kind of hair and I begged and begged my mother to bring me to the parlor and have my hair curled like Sandra's. My mother refused. Well, she had a good argument. She said, "Nene, maitom-itom ka na ngani, hababa pa dungo mo, garo ka kayan ita pag-nagpa-kinky ka ning buhok."

Okay, you can laugh now.

Are you finished? *sigh.

Anyway, I didn't understand this reasoning though. I was blinded by Sandra's hair. I wanted to have her hair. To make the story short, however, my mother won. I never got that hair. And although her reasoning was quite reasonable, I still haven't gotten over this desire to have curly hair -- but not kinky. No, definitely not kinky anymore. After all, my mother hit the nail head on. Okay, you can start laughing at me now. :)




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