Tatoo is an art
I met a tatoo artist at The Lagoon after playing tennis. He came to join us for dinner.
After "cho choing" a James Lye's lookalike guy to teach me tennis, my attention turned to him when I was told he tatoos for a living.
"So what do you call yourself, a tatooist?"
"I don't trace. I draw. I am an artist, a tatoo artist."
I looked at his arms. Not one bit of his skin was spared from his drawing, not tracing.
"Can you tatoo me?" I asked.
"Where do you want to be tatooed?" He asked while eating his fish porridge.
"I want you to DRAW on my back. My full back." I said, straightening my back.
He nearly choked on his fish porridge. So did everyone at that table and also the James Lye lookalike, though not on fish porridge.
"Your full back? Are you serious?" He asked, amused.
"Yes. But in luminious ink so that the design will only be seen under the ultra violet ray. I would also carry a ultra-violet ray torch. I would shine on myself when I want the design to be seen." I answered as earnestly as possible.
At that point, the James Lye lookalike probably was thinking not to teach me tennis at all.
He laughed. "That can be done but I am not sure whether you would reject the ink. It is toxic."
D was sitting beside me. "D, if C sees with with the tatoo, he would pray very hard for you."
"Hey, I would teach you tennis as long as you come here to play. Free lessons," the James Lye lookalike suddenly said.
I turned to him and said, "Ok."
I was puzzled. I couldn't connect the two. Why he would decide to give me free lessons after I said that I want to tatoo my back. Well, I should say that more often then? Get free lessons. Wow! It is a ticket to freebies.
Maybe I tell Colin that I want to tatoo my back and see whether he would give me free lessons on how to write short stories. Heh heh.
If I were to tatoo my back, I will go for luminous green. Why? Go with my green highlights!
After "cho choing" a James Lye's lookalike guy to teach me tennis, my attention turned to him when I was told he tatoos for a living.
"So what do you call yourself, a tatooist?"
"I don't trace. I draw. I am an artist, a tatoo artist."
I looked at his arms. Not one bit of his skin was spared from his drawing, not tracing.
"Can you tatoo me?" I asked.
"Where do you want to be tatooed?" He asked while eating his fish porridge.
"I want you to DRAW on my back. My full back." I said, straightening my back.
He nearly choked on his fish porridge. So did everyone at that table and also the James Lye lookalike, though not on fish porridge.
"Your full back? Are you serious?" He asked, amused.
"Yes. But in luminious ink so that the design will only be seen under the ultra violet ray. I would also carry a ultra-violet ray torch. I would shine on myself when I want the design to be seen." I answered as earnestly as possible.
At that point, the James Lye lookalike probably was thinking not to teach me tennis at all.
He laughed. "That can be done but I am not sure whether you would reject the ink. It is toxic."
D was sitting beside me. "D, if C sees with with the tatoo, he would pray very hard for you."
"Hey, I would teach you tennis as long as you come here to play. Free lessons," the James Lye lookalike suddenly said.
I turned to him and said, "Ok."
I was puzzled. I couldn't connect the two. Why he would decide to give me free lessons after I said that I want to tatoo my back. Well, I should say that more often then? Get free lessons. Wow! It is a ticket to freebies.
Maybe I tell Colin that I want to tatoo my back and see whether he would give me free lessons on how to write short stories. Heh heh.
If I were to tatoo my back, I will go for luminous green. Why? Go with my green highlights!
posted by eternal bough at 11:48 PM
4 Comments:
Uncle K, if you are reading this. I am sorry that it has taken this long to arrange lunch with you again. sorry sorry sorry. will call you monday. sorry sorry sorry.
eh auntie, you gunning to becoming Singapore's Helen Fielding ah? :D
This is my blog. I write about my life. I can't help it if my life sounds a little like Bridget Jones'. I don't mind being her if I get to date Mr Darcy. When is my human rights lawyer going to appear? My stories, on the other hand, are nothing like Fielding's Bridget Jones nor Cause Celeb. You won't consider Ophelia that, right? At least, this one that I am working on is nothing like Bridget Jones. Hey, you working on one?
blog, yes. story nope. work has been crazy of late.
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