Today I did a little blog-walking and I found a mildly amusing blog. It is none other than the Hanzi Smatter blog with the address hanzismatter.blogspot.com. It is where Tian, the blogger, publish email sent to him about chinese writing tattoos. So those who sent it usually requested translation from Tian regarding the meaning of their chinese written tattoos. Most of them chinese writings are misused.
The amusing part is that the email senders; some are the tattoo owner, some are not, are completely clueless regarding the meaning of the writing they've agreed to bear on their bodies for the rest of their life. They all bear in mind (and body) that what is carved in their skins had been their confidence boost, their definition of themselves, their hopes of what they wanted to be, et cetera, et cetera, in the most honorable way, just because it was in chinese, the writings that is uncommon for them. Thus, what is uncommon is always considered...kewl...
But they all had their doubt on their own, probably, impulsive decision. So they asked Tian via email and nervously hoping for an answer. Just to accept Tian's sharp comments such as "Another sucker of the gibberish font." or a translation of the real meaning from the writing, which mostly not the meaning the owner hoped for.
So...(I'am about to point out once again about the breaking down of my life, so if some of you are tired of my meaningless babbling about my misfortune, I'd understand if you close this blog immediately. But for those who aren't, proceed) to have this chinese written tattoos misuses, it came to my mind about my own 'tattoo'.
Let me tell you about my 'tattoo'. I made the decision to take the 'tattoo' as my companion to strive along in live. The 'tattoo' which meaning I thought I understand properly. Now that I've stumbled into a translator called "The Truth", I've come to realize that my tattoo is just a carved reminder of my shameful, wrong doing, thoughtless action that I chose to cope with the rest of my life. And that just feel awful.
It is awful to know that the tattoo artist is a big fat liar. And it is awful to know that the tattoo artist is myself. And it is most awful when some other people knows the shameful meaning the tattoo brought more than I do.
Moral of the story: To carve a tattoo that you don't recognize, is just so wrong.
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