CNY

It's the CNY period once again and it's quite depressing to be reminded of how much my red packet collection has shrunk over the years. I remembered I used to really have quite alot when I was a kid but now...damn. Even my meagre NS allowance owns my red packets for real. Is it an effect of a shrinking family tree? Breaking down of family ties? Then again, the words 'family ties' don't really fit in well with me and my life huh.

I was watching History Channel one night and they showed this 2-hour documentary called Ancient Ink. Totally kicked ass I tell you, the host went on a round-the-world journey searching for everything related to tattoos and the various tattooing techinques. The one that got me squealing was this old japanese guy who literally just used a wooden stick and a hammer to knock it into the skin to tattoo. It's OWWWWW so painful I can almost feel it when the host tried but I got to say it's definitely worth it cause the colouring effect came out like totally perfect, nothing I've ever seen before. The colours were so damn bright and balanced and when he said the modern machine can't do anything like this I'm ready to believe it. Am I ready to try it? NO FUCKING WAY haha. Besides colour wouldn't look good on my skin either so screw that.

Finally went back to touch up on my flamehead 3 days ago. Joseph - the artist, was working on a chest piece on another customer when I just arrived and guess what, the customer fainted on him. First time I've seen someone faint honestly. He just flat out fell forward and blacked out when Joseph was outlining near the collarbone area. Dragged on a while and then was my turn to get poked and I'm so damn glad it was over in 10 minutes. Seriously, whoever tells you that tattooing is not painful really ought to go through a lie detector or some shit. Stop lying, stop acting tough, it hurts like fuck so just admit it.

I guess I'm really a very cyclical person, even the tattooing process goes in a cycle for me. For the first hour I'll stay very calm and enjoy the poking pain, by the 2nd hour I'll be cursing and swearing inside my head and wondering how and why the fuck would I wanna put up with this kind of pain. By the 3rd hour I'll usually come a decision that I'll never get tattooed again. Then when I go home and look into the mirror, I'll start thinking of where and what to tattoo next and it'll start all over again. I've already got ideas in my head now, probably will add a few more before the year is out.

Will I eventually end up with full sleeves? Full back? Who dare say? Give me 10 to 20 years to find out.