After so much liaison between the tattoo artist, Adeline and me regarding the phoenix designs, price negotiations as well religious research, we finally did what we wanted to do yesterday : ) I was early (thought that early birds catch the most worms) and realized that the tattoo artist was not in yet : ( Ultimately, he was 15 minutes late : (
After the confirmation of the design and payment, Adeline was the 1st one who went for the painful process. While the tattoo artist was performing his art on her back, I sat in the same room
: ) I wanted to make sure I was there to give my full moral support to her~! I was quite surprised to see her remain oblivious the moment the needle pricked into her flesh. She was still smiling away, but it didn't last long. After half an hour, her smile curled and I could see her frown. I guess she must be in great pain at that point of time. Berline (Adeline's younger sister) and Sharon, after their haircut, joined me in giving moral support to Adeline, who, presumably, was momentarily dead because she was motionless : P (I hope she didn't faint due to excess pain)
The whole ordeal was over after 2 hours and we could see her heave a big sigh of relief : ) We were happy that she had breezed through the tremendously painful process and getting what she had wanted. The best part was that the phoenix design on her back was beautiful and it fully complemented to her existing star tattoo. It's worth both the money and the pain : )
After a 30 minute break, we went back and it was my turn. I must admit I was kinda stressed. My hands were cold and clammy and I couldn't stop going to the ladies' - Guess stress made my bladder lose control. After redefining the design, I laid on my side and he began his painful art on me. The moment the needle pricked into me, I trembled (natural reaction, I guess?) After a while, I was able to withstand the pain..but that was only for an hour. Outlining was considerably fine, but not the killer, which was the colouring part. Colouring is all about pricking the same spot repeatedly until the colour eats into the flesh. My design required 12 different types of colours..(Can you imagine the agony? I don't want to think anymore!)
The moment I knew the tattoo artist had used half an hour to colour only a small portion of the design, I wanted to kill myself straightaway because I could feel my skin rotting away from the repeated pricks and the pain was indescribable :~ ( Guess he could feel my agony and he was constantly assuring me that everything would be fine and that he gave me short breaks (as well as smoking breaks for himself) to rest my tensed muscle and to let the rotting skin breathe : ( I was beginning to feel phobic about the whole affair...especially the excruciating pain : (
Ultimately, the last few moments which he was about to complete the whole design, I was whining in pain and was egging him to speed up - I guess I couldn't tolerate the pain anymore; I had gone beyond my threshold of pain to the point of hallucination. I thought I saw tiny red bubbles when I stared at the wall : P The finished art was fantastic; the colour was vibrant as if it was for real. Though it received many compliments, I was certain that I did not want to undergo such excruciating pain anymore..
At the same time, I was very touched by the simple gestures of Adeline and Sharon. They have waited 5 hours for me and though they mentioned that it was nothing to them, I felt blessed to have such good friends around me : ) But one thing for sure, if it were either one of them, I would have done the same thing for them as well.
Right now, though I am still feeling the pain, aches and bruises, looking at the design makes me forget the negative feeling..Well, how can I not feel this way when it's going to be with me for life? ; )
