The day after I had my first tattoo.

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While I was thinking of ways on how to hide this big ink on my arm, Brian (my nephew) was fantasizing about it downstairs. When suddenly my mom heard him.

BRI: Ang ganda talaga, ang ganda.
MOM: Ng ano?
BRI: Ng tattoo.
MOM: Nino?
BRI: Ay hindi mo pa nakikita? kay Tita!
MOM: *hysterically saying* Nagpatattoo si Kate???
BRI: Kelan nga pala ulit punta si Tita sa States?

It was really really funny cause my Mom was like hysterical and shouting and shit while Brian was trying to divert her attention to another subject. Haha! I didn’t tell my parents immediately after getting it. It took me 2 days to finally have the courage. My mom even thought I was pregnant. Like WTF.

By the way, this happened last May this year. Naalala ko lang bigla cause I was organizing my files and saw the dialogue posted on my TAT album.

Anyway, here is my Japanese Oriental Chuva Tattoo. It’s an artwork I saw from a TAT Website I forgot. It took me 6 months to decide if I wanted to get it done on my arm or not.

I don’t actually have a meaning for my tattoo unlike most people, I don’t believe in those kinds of shit because we all know the real reason why people even get one. But when people ask, I just tell them this, “6 months kong tinitigan yung picture na to sa kwarto ko at para matahimik ako pinalagay ko na lang.”

I’m asking my nephew to design me ______ for my next tat. January is the date yo.

Will get my tat after Med School, YES! That’s like eons of years from now! But there is hope, I believe!