Thursday, October 18, 2007
{ 2:03 AM }

On board the train, some time ago, I had a conversation with a friend. Like all conversations, it flitted from one subject to another.
S1: So, S2 has a tattoo on her back yeah? What is it?
Me: Yeah she does. She got it done for her 21st birthday, some artsy fartsy drawing.
S1: It's so common now for girls to get tattoos. Back home, almost ALL the girls have tattoos, especially on their backs. It's becoming such a norm now.
Me: (at this point I just couldn't stop grinning) Is it really a bad thing? Girls with tattoos.
S1: No, not really. But it's just that it's everywhere. You'll have it for life, until you grow old. So many of them have butterflies and things like that. What's the significance?
Me: (laughing hysterically) You have a lot of friends with butterfly tattoos on their back?!
S1: Yeah, quite a few. What's so funny?
At this point, I just had to tell him lah that I was just like every other girl he knew. Classic example. Girl with the butterfly on her back.
My justification for the butterfly was that it was suppose to symbolise a metamorphosis, from the little green caterpillar to a beautiful winged creature. A new stage, a new beautiful year in my life when I got it back in '02. I don't remember much from that year but it was definitely the year that a lot of people that matter to me now, became a part of my life.
On the other hand, it was to symbolise the lightness and freedom of the butterfly too. For the lameness of my justifications, there's always "it just looks good la!".
I'm not just
any girl with the butterfly on her back, am I?