Inking?? Perhaps...

21^st August 2009, Friday. 12.18 a.m. Somehow I have a sudden urge to write...to start blogging...to write as much as I can for as long as my lappie’s heart can last. AK 5216 touched the so-much-missed land of Kuching at approximately 8.45 p.m. I could see rain pouring down through the glass window of the plane. Pages of memories raced through my mind. Sudden sound of passengers opening the luggage compartment brought me back to reality. I smiled to myself and got up, telling myself “It’s time to go, babe!” I was quite surprised that everywhere I go, I am always shown with compassion. A middle-aged woman requested her husband to help me, the ‘za bo’ in Hokkien, meaning a girl, with my luggage. Is it because I’m petite? Haha, I may be quite thin and small for my age but never underestimate my strength though =p

Kinda tired due to the flight and laundry chore but the different environment that surrounds I now really heighten my body sugar level. Sitting on a brownie couch with my lappie on my lap, with the standing fan fanning exactly directly at my face, and also with the companion of Grey’s Anatomy series on NTV 7 (though I’ve actually finished watching the series end of last year, and it’s certainly one of my favourites). Hmm...staying at this condo somehow gives me a peace of mind...which I’ve been needing for quite some time. Yeah, you’re definitely right! I’m thinking about YOU...about US...about EVERYTHING...It may be a PAST for certain people but for me it’s still a PRESENT for they are all living memories in my mind and heart.

I’m pretty sure many of you are shocked to see the tattoo on my back, at the middle lower part of my shoulder, near to my neck. It’s the combination of tribal and feminine design that I came up with, together with my tattooist. Thus, this is the one and only tattoos individual design that belongs to me alone =) Yup, it’s permanent and still in the healing process now. I can feel the skin at my back (the tattoo) begins to tighten up and cracked. Oh yes, I begin to feel the itchiness too...okay, back to the main track of my story, haha...there’s a story behind the tattoo. A long, winding complicated story...nah, don’t worry I’m not gonna to bore you with the story of my life, to be exact the first significant episode in my life.

The tattoo symbolises me, the inner ME...the pain that I’d bore for the tattoo signifies the pain of a broken relationship/friendship that I’m dealing with every now and then. Nevertheless, the tattooing pain (physical) was nothing compared to the emotional pain, which has indeed taken its heavy toll on me...the tattoo is permanent and so does the SIGNIFICANT EPISODE of my life. The impact of it is gonna to last forever and the tattoo (the scar) too. The healing process of the tattoo when the skin would harden, would crack, would peel off, and would be itchy as well is liken to the exact condition of ME, I am in right now. I hope I could learn from the healing process and let myself experience the healing too, breaking free from the chain of past...

Only when I manage to let go of the past, I could be able to move on with my life...starting on with the new episode of my life, with the new layer of skin covering my tattoo scar and only by then the beauty of art (tattoo) could be highly appreciated as well as admired. However, moving on doesn’t mean that I’m gonna give up in rekindling the broken relationship/friendship. It’s something special, something precious to me, something that I hold dearly to my heart...YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW & FOREVER...no matter what happens, U'RE OWEYS BE THE ONE!!! Just remember that I'll oweys be der for u...d day our bond was crafted, it is meant 2 be...meant 2 last 4eva...have FAITH, Kim (",)