I Got The Industrial
I have been very good and refrained from getting anymore piercings or tattoos for three years.
Especially tattoos, cos i don’t want my body to be like an overdone canvas.
Not banging EddyTheCanvas okay! I love all his tattoos.
Just that i can’t think of anything else i want (except fairies) and POB said a fairy playground is overkill.
After removing the piercings on my upper ear years back (cos an exboyfriend hated metal so much) i finally got the industrial i wanted done for so long.
Couldn’t get it earlier cos PiercedWalter isn’t based in KL anymore and he’s the only one i’d let pierce me, especially after this woman almost killed me when she fucked up my navel piercing.
He finally came back to KL for a bit and i ran off to get it done.
As i was lying on my back in Borneo Inks, i actually felt… well, nervous.
I couldn’t believe it.
I have high threshold of pain!
Why the sudden trepidation?!
“I think… i haven’t done anything for so long that i’m nervous wei!”
He told me that the lower one would hurt less then the upper one.
I begged to differ. Maybe ‘cos i haven’t anticipated it for so long that i wasn’t used to it anymore.
For a second, i lay down there thinking, What am i doing? I think i’m too old for this.
“Okay, now i’m going to pierce the upper one okay. Take a deep breath.”
I breathed in and went, “Lalala… think about fairies… yup… fairies flying… fairies flying in the forest… happy fairies flying in the forest…!!”
PiercedWalter just layaned my babbling. He’s prollie used to my rubbish by now.
Anyway it was done in ten minutes and i shot off for a food review.
It’s going to be quite mah fan to take care of it… i feel so anyway.
Can’t sleep on that side of my head, have to put a few drops of some liquid before i shower, have to dab it with dry cotton buds after i shower, can’t use mobile phone on that side (which is the ONLY side i use to talk on. I don’t know. My right ear is unfriendly with the phone.), have to make sure noone accidentally thwacks it drunkardly (else i’ll box them right back. Or. Make them buy me a drink to lessen the pain.), have to make sure *i* don’t kenakan it myself.
“Yeah, you can’t sleep on that side for 6 months.”
“SIX MONTHS?! Six months is freaking long wei!!!” i shrieked like gila babi.
Oh. And no airkissing on that side too please.