Work has not given me something to be challenged about anymore. It seems that I am in a suspended motion. Not moving forward but not also moving backwards. When these happens, my thoughts just turns to blackness.
I decided to get my first ink. Since 2007, it was my unending battle to get one or not. At last, due to feeling bleak and empty, I wanted to feel the good pain again. I did not regret getting one even if it's not allowed.
Note: Upload picture later.
Huh, I do not know how to turn this! LOL!!

3 comments:
Looks very ornate piece of work , if not gothic, I like it
Wait, you're not allowed to have ink??
Yep. Not allowed at all. :) You know conservative parents are. Especially my dad when it comes to tats.
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