realizations:potty thoughts.

realization 1: if you want to do something, say it. 
                    if you really want to do something, don't.


...chances are when you hear yourself/read yourself saying it, you won't do it. 


realization 2: sometimes the best way to stay is to leave. 
because after a certain time,if you around, you are just someone who is around. 

A thing or two about tattoos

a very dear friend, who has been around here has agreed to grace this place from time to time. he needed to be anonymous and calls himself "d3ath".
He dare not steal my thunder. keep reading and commenting ( read cat-calls, whistles, and obscene cusses if he sucks =P )




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and here is his first post!!

A thing or two about tattoos

So I got another tattoo today. For those who know about tattoos, it is a tribal on my arm...a flaming tribal, to be precise. While I was at the tattoo place, a certain Atomic Tattoo in Texas, I realized something....some things, actually. First was that I lack creativity. Before I had gone inside the shop, I was certain about what tattoo I wanted to get and I liked the design so much that I forgot my arm might not be fit for it. In my thoughts, the tattoo did not fit to arm; the arm modified to fit the tattoo...which is really stupid, and I know I need to snap out of this dreamworld of mine that I live in....but I'll do that some other day. When I let the artist have a look at my arm and the design together, he knew in an instant that the design needs to be modified. Then I sat there, for about an hour and a half, looking at him drawing his masterpiece on my arm with a sketch pen. He would ask me a few questions about the basic idea of me getting that particular design and it was then that I found out that I had gone in without one. So he took the basic concept of the image I had given to him and he gave me a tattoo so awesome that I knew I had to get it done right then and there. His creativity astounded me. 

Another thing I realized when I was there was that I'm not in love with tattoos as much as I am in love with the pain that accompanies the process of tattooing the body. For my first tattoo, everytime the needle touched me, the pain removed every other sensation in my body. I had come to think of it as the obliterator. For the first time, my head was clear of emotions and thoughts. The only two things I was aware of were the existence of my own body...and the existence of pain in it. I could not think of anything, no matter how hard I tried to divert my mind off it. My second tattoo was just a practice to what was coming the next day....that big ass tattoo on my back!! I just wanted to get accustomed to the pain I had suffered from while was getting my first one. Then came my third one. While I was getting that done...which is almost a year ago from now...I couldn't handle it at first....but then came along the realization that given enough time and practice, you can even control pain...or rather, diminish it by focusing one something completely different...but the thing is, you have to be able to concentrate really hard...and generally when the pain is so sharp, I don't think people can focus on anything other than what they care about the most...and whatever is on their mind all the time. I tested this theory of mine yesterday and found out that it was true. I could focus away from the pain....but only to find that I could only focus to what causes me pain when I'm not getting tattooed... :-/

Laters,
d3ath.


P.S.: For those looking to get one done, I have some advice from my tattoo artist, "The hand is a motherfucker when it comes to hurting"

P.S. 2:  Vast - Tattoo of your name is a good song.