where do broken hearts go? ~ livingchawohoo

On our way to Tere's abode, a familiar song played.. We were at the cab. "Where do broken hearts go" Whitney Houston. I didn't noticed it cuz my mind is floating and my back is numbing with pain after 5 hrs of tattoo session.

, Tere answered the question via FB post; Where do broken hearts go?

"they go to a tattoo parlor" quote-unquote from TereB.

Printscreen from FB ( this is how I document)

13 hrs earlier we're at Marikina getting my first tat

14 hrs back we were at LRT2 bound to Katipunan, eating siomai cuz we don't change to get tickets

15 hrs prior we're at SM Sanlazaro..

20 hrs back I was texting Tere to accompany me going to Marikina and sharing my design over FB

23 hrs backwards, I was googling what design suits me

25 hrs in the past I decided to get a tattoo and felt that it's about time to get one

That's how fast I make decisions, some I regret, some I don't, some I'm happy, some some some

Dandre- Tattoo artist, father, husband and reggae lover-- by his looks

Here the thing, he's my brothers' artist so as my ex and my brother's friend

I texted my brother asking for his number, he never wanted to give details about Dan for he knows I always wanted to get my tattoo done by him. Happily he did.. I called Dan and ask if he's at Galera, by the way, that's where he hangs out during summer, henna tattoo (for the weak) and a real tat for the real man.

You know what they say: REAL MEN, TAKES PAIN

Henna are for gays lol (no offence, I love the 3rd sex)

So off we go, we met at SM Sanlazaro, the most convenient place for us both, it'll take like 15 min as I call it isang kembot to reach it.

Boarding LRT1 and LRT2, It has been years since I ride the line2 train,didn't even know how to buy tickets, funny thing is Tere has no clue too.. It just all came to me when I saw long line of peeps, standing in front of the machine with a poster glued in it saying "COINS ONLY"

Now I remembered. Shoot!, I peeked at my wallet and all I got are the "Bayanis" that's how I call my money. Meaning Wala akong barya!. Tere took out two five peso coins. I think I took out eight. So we went to the nearest stall "Master Siomai" and ordered 2. Manong gave me two twenty peso bill, what the hell, we needed the exact amount for the train. I almost got pissed off with kuya as I asked him "wala bang barya?" he turned to his drawer and let me see that all he got are few coins, damn!

I've had so much drama in my like so and the vendor should be thankful that he didn't trigger the alarm. My alarm.

Off to Katipinan, touch down Marikina

Shoe Capital, home of Ondoy

my heart goes to your ya'll

Komatsu-excavator

Biker guys

Wall of colors

In this photo Dante- Dandin's bro

Tere- checking out the grafitti wall

and some random guy Abel doesn't wanna name

Curlytop

the spot

checking his tools

Dan modified my design, I understand, he's an artist and they don't copy designs.. I''m just hoping wala akong kapareha haha or else... cover up would me gastos and sakit ng katawan combined.

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SINO NGA BA ANG MASUKISTA?-- Know your Tagalog

Hindi ko alam kung paanu ko natawag ang sarili ko na isang masukista, wheew (hirap mag tagalog,tae!) Paano at saan ito nagsimula? Kailan nga ba? Noong kabataan ko ay naging hilig ko ang pag punta sa gym, walang rason kung bakit, gusto ko lang, Nakikiuso? Malamang! haha. Doon ata nagsimula, mas masakit sa katawan, mas masaya. Mas hirap ka, mas nakakatuwa. Nakakaadik kung baga.

Bakit nga ba nagbabayad ako ng mahal para masaktan? lahat ba ng saket ay itinuturing na kabayaran? weh?!

So ayun.. Sinubukan ko din ang Boxing, sa Elorde Maceda, masakit din cia haha. Trekking,- masakit sa legs at sa katawan, Running pag walang streching masakit din. Dahil sa kahiligan kong maghanap ng sakit ng katawan isang araw umuwi ako ng tatuan. OUCHIE sabi ni Besty (Seres Binay). OO masakit. eto ang pruweba.