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I had a traditional samoan tattoo completed over 71 hours, from knees to upper ribs, using traditional implements. In 8 to 11 hour sessions.My brother had one previously, but it looked a bit painful. It took him 6 months to get his strength back. He did it in 5 days straight. That is courage, and I respect anybody who had the courage to go through it.The tattooist told me of one man who caught the bus from his village carrying a little bag of food. He got the tattoo in 1 day then fed the tattooists with the food he brought and caught the bus home. That is real courage. Its dangerous because you can die from shock doing it too fast. The tattooist watches to see if you stop bleeding when he is tatooing.I had to go to work so spaced it with a day or 2 apart. Took 16 Days. I didnt even feel weak when it was over, just relieved.There was one time i had eaten only chicken and other food and was feeling weak after a day of tattooing, but i had one bite of rarish steak and my strength came straight back instantly.Each day at the end u shower and have someone, eg wife press the blood and ink excess out, then another 1.5 hrs, shower press then a third time 1.5 hrs shower and press.Its horrible but once you start you cant stop, i remember my mother aunty and mother in law saying ,make sure you finish, as they would all be laughed at if i was too cowardly to finish. The whole family would be shamed. Samoans like Chinese cant bear to lose face.When they tattoo your spine it feels like a spear going right through to your stomach.When they do your ribs, you think they are chipping the bone off and your knees. And your belly and belly button. You wonder why you ever did it.Your knees are bad, bony in front and back of knees and inner thighs.Samoans never stopped their traditional tattoos for the last 2000 yrs.Only rule , u must finish or u and family are shamed. It is a courage test due to the many days of horrible pain.Unlike european tattoo it bruises and the pain jackpots like a pinball machine. It feels like burning.The only part not tattooed nowadays are the genitals.European tattoo feels like little electric shocks. Samoan tattooing feels like burning fire, and on bony qreas like a chisel. Samoan tatooing doesnt produce scabbing like european tattooing.When the tatooist hits the Samoan sharp small implement with another stick to pierce the skin, it feels like someone hitting you with a 4 by 2 with a nail stuck in it. Because it pierces deeper.Everyone has their worst place, some hurt more on , knees , some front of their legs, or like me the ribs, but belly button and belly are awful. I thought the big solid areas were fine, they could tattoo all day.You cant tense too much, you cant flinch, you just sit their for days while being tortured. The pain builds up, especially as your skin gets more bruised. But it did make me better able to handle and ignore minor pain and annoyances.It isnt as painful as a blown knee or broken bone, but it just doesnt stop, and wears you down.Its like climbing a mountain, just focus on one step at a time, every few minutes you get a wet cloth wiped over to remove the excess ink and blood. Its like a cool breeze, then another few minutes then wipe, for a few seconds. You dont worry about the past or future, just get through to the next wipe.The tattooist watches to ensure you dont go into shock, and also the implements have to be clean, and you need the permission of your elders, or people believe you may die.Samoans are very superstitious. In Samoa strange things do happen, and omens do appear.Some people do die of shock or infection. I remember a few years ago when i visited my aunt at hospital one Samoan man didnt get permission and died, they tried to strip the infected skin, but it didnt work.If other Samoans see you they respect it as a sign of courage and our culture. People talk of it being too painful and dangerous, but usually it is the people who dont have one.The saying is, women have babies, men have the pe’a tatau (tattoo). Women have the malu, see the left side of the top picture , but only on upper thighs.Many of my ancestors in Samoa had it. It honours our ancestors culture and people. When the europeans first arrived in Samoa, from the boat they all thought the Samoan warriors were wearing short pants, till the got close and realised it was a tatau, or tattoo as the sailors later copied.For those who dont know, Samoa is a central south pacific island where the tahitians and hawaiians originally came from.American Samoa is a US territory.The basic tattoo is the same, and was developed over the last 1000 to 2000 years. When other samoans see it they usually comment on it being a good tattoo. It is a matter of cultural pride, and whrn you see it you know the person is Samoan.When i see it every day i think it is beautiful, it is not just some design i decided to put on.Whenever Samoans have Fund raisers or other social oportunitirs, they have Samoan dances where the Sogaimiti, the men with samoan tattoo dance. Women with Malu also dance. Someone once translated it as someone chasing their dream, miti means dream.It is never really complete or seem as good unless someone with the pe’a dances. See this pictire at a Pacifica festival, near the Samoan stage.Woman’s malu tattooMens tatau, pe’aMy tattoo, pe’aHere is a traditional song with translation, about the history of the tatau.Samoan language:O le mafuaaga lenei ua iloaO le taaga o le tatau i SamoaO le malaga a teine to'aluaNa feausi mai Fiti le vasa loloaNa la aumai ai o le atoauma sia la pese e tutumauFai mai e tata o fafineAe le tata o taneA o le ala ua tata ai taneIna ua sese sia la peseTaunuu i gatai o FalealupoUa vaaia loa o se faisua ua teleTotofu loa lava o fafineMa ua sui ai sia la peseFai mai e tata o taneAe le tata o fafineTalofa i si tama ua taatiaO le tufuga lea ua amataliaTalofa ua tagi aueueUa oti'otisolo le au tapuluteleSole Sole, ai loto teleO le taaloga a tama taneE ui lava ina tiga teleAe mulimuli ana ua a fefeteO atu motu uma o le PasefikaUa sili Samoa le ta'tauaO le soga'imiti ua savalivali maiUa fepulafi mai ana faailaAso faaifo, faamulialiaoFaaatualoa, selu faalaufaoO le sigano faapea faaulutaoUa ova i le vasalaolaoEnglish languageThis is the known originOf the tattooing of the tatau in SamoaA journey by two maidensWho swam from Fiji across the open seaThey brought the tattooing kitAnd recited their unchanging chantThat said women were to be tattooedBut men were not to be tattooedThus the reason why men are now tattooedIs because of the confusion of the maidens' chantArriving at the coast of FalealupoThey spotted a giant clamAs the maidens divedTheir chant was reversedTo say that men were to be tattooedAnd not womenPity the youth now lyingWhile the tufuga startsAlas he is crying loudlyAs the tattooing tool cuts all overYoung fellow, young fellow, be braveThis is the sport of male heirsDespite the enormous painAfterwards you will swell with prideOf all the countries in the PacificSamoa is the most famousThe sogaimiti walking towards youWith his fa'aila glisteningCurved lines, motifs like aliLike centipedes, combs like wild bananasLike sigano and spearheadsThe greatest in the whole world!here is the song in youtube.and here is a display of Samoan dancing.

I somehow completed my first year in the college. My college was no good. Girls used to do over make up or no make up. I don't want to name my B school but calling it my b school is but embarrassing. I don't know why I choose this college. Most of girls as I said lacked grooming and some were too loud. It looked as if they are planning to become escort rather than a manager. Some were to pathetic as they didn't waxed. God the girls looked horrible. Very few looked good and those girls already had professors and GS and other behind them. I anyhow wanted to change my college but full time MBA is only for 2 years and after completing one year if you change than it will impact your career. So I tried finishing another year.Meanwhile where I lived as a PG. There came new neighbours. A south Indian couple. They were from Kerala. My old neighbors had plenty of kids and were a headache. This couple had absolutely no kids. The husband looked a fat version of Verappan. He was very dark and full grown moustache and found him chewing something continously. I guess he was chewing tobacco. He had a big belly and a full body had lot of hair. Most of times I saw him in shirt and lungi. He was semi bald. Always in angry and frustrated. Anyhow this description was of him. Now the heroine is his wife. She looked fantastic. First time I saw her while shifting she did not look good. But the next day she looked sexy and by the way she was voluptuous. She was wearing a pink saree and applied light make up and allied red nail paint and pink glossy lipstick. She waxed her body and her hair was straightened. She wore a beautiful mangalsutra. A small beautiful necklace and couple of rings. She was actually looking like a little elder version of yami gautam. I cock was erect like a bull dog and decided to fuck her one day.I also blamed myself why the hell didn't I helped her while shifting. Anyways i wanted just once chance to meet her and talk to her. I tried sneaking into her house thought she would enquire about me and at least talk to me. SheLooked least interested. I use to constantly stare her sometimes while she is doing her household chores. She was always tip top. I liked that. Specially crazy about her nails. I wonder how she maintained such beautiful nails. She used to always experiment with her nail paints. She looked sexy in all shades pink, red and purple. She looked stunning in pink lipstick. Once she was looking so hot in red saree and sleeveless blouse that I Mastuberate twice looking at her. Once I was lucky to even sneak peak her cleavage. It was so cute and nice curves. I guess she would be in her late 30s and her husband was little older. She was my neighbor for last 1 month and she never spoke to me even for a second. I smiled her twice in the lift but she didn't even looked at me. I thought I don't have any chance.One day I was just watching TV and and my maid was doing her household chores. By the way my maid use to work in her house as well. Suddenly I heard a sound of someone falling on the ground. I suddenly heard a door banging sound. I and my maid rushed to door and saw my sexy neighbor speaking in broken hindi and asking us for help. I rushed towards her house and saw her husband fallen unconscious on three ground. We were 3 of them but still had difficulty in lifting him. I asked her what happened. She said pressure hain, pressure hain. Twice. I didn't understood. My maid said sahab koh Blood pressure hain. His wife said aur sugar bhi. Bohat drink kiya aur giraaa. Anyhow we called the doctor and he checked and asked her to immediately rush him to the hospital. We accompanied her to hospital. I don't know whether consciously or unconsciously she was holding my hand in the van and even in the hospital. I didn't resist. He was shifted to the hospital and was under observation and the doctor asked us to sit outside. I thought I would ask her for a leave as I felt little uncomfortable in the hospital. I told her I need to go. She responded to it and while I was leaving she hugged and broke into tears. I didn't understood why she did that. Everyone was watching her including my maid. I consoled her like a baby. She was not letting me go. Then she said in my ears that she does not know hindi properly and no relatives of her stay here. I didn't know anything to say. I was quite and told her to eat something. She nodded. I asked my maid to go home. She left and I took her to the canteen. I ordered some south Indian food. She didn't eat. I asked her pls have it. She was in some kind of shock and was catching my hand very tight. I then placed a piece in her mouth. She eat it. After few hours she became little relaxed and doctor told her that her husband is fine and she can talk to him tomorrow. After nearly 5 hours I saw her smiling. She again hug and out of heat and happiness she kissed me on my lips. It was a proper 10 seconds kiss. I was shocked. I didn't knew my next reaction. She smiled again and gave me tight hug and said You pls come for a dinner at my home. I nodded. Then she said you can go home. I will come after some time. I again nodded. I took a auto and reached home. I also missed my lecture. I took a shower and then slept a bit and then woke up at around 9 pm. I was like shit. I pressed my clothes and got ready. I was about to leave my maid came home and said. Aaj to tumhare dawaat hain. I didn't understood. I asked her why. She said my neighbor was asking me about my favorite food and was personally assisting my maid to prepare the food. I rang the bell. My sexy neighbour opened the door. GOD she looked like a Goddess. Malu aunties are hott. I was stunned. She was wearing a black transparent saree and deep neck blouse. She'd was wearing a red nail polish and red slipstick. Her eyeliner was perfect. She has put nice perfume. Her hair was little watery. I was shocked again. She asked me to come inside. She complemented me. You look handsome. I said thanks.She closed the door and was constantly staring me. My eyes were On her cleavage. She said sit down. I said nice house. She said thanks and said I have prepared all your favorite food. I was like ok. She said come lets eat. I agreed. I actually wanted to eat her. Some ladies have beautiful face, some have beautiful eyes, some have beautiful voice. Some have beautiful body. She'd had beautiful body. Trust me her ass was driving me crazy. I was staring at her ass. It was nice round. Anyhow we reached in the dinning table. She sat just next to me. I was happy. She started serving me. Before she serving me I said is this for my help today. She smiled said yes. I said I did it for humanity sake. She stopped in between and said Hmm. We chatted about everything our personal lives, career, family and everything. She spoke with broken hindi. English and something else also. I was happy. It was 10.30 now and she suddenly popped me a question of my gf. I said no I don't have a gf. She smiled and said no sex. I was shy and said no. She said you mean you are really handsome. I said excuse me. She laughed and suddenly I heard a leg touching my leg. Slowly slowly it was moving upward. I saw her silver nail polish toes perfectly menecured. Oh God her toes were so sexy. Then I saw her hand coming closer to my thighs. I was like great. I was smiling and she was smiling too. I smiled over again. She said are you finished. I said no. She said I have a sweet dish for you. I said really and like idiot I was searching each and every dish. I could not find anything. I looked at her and she like this dish is big and I want you to come to my bedroom to help me out

Gosh! Where to begin…? So many things … taking off your shoes before you enter the house … Pidgin English - a mashup of English, Hawaiian, Japanese, Chinese and Filipino words …. making up a totally cool language…“Wat? You no t’ink I stay correc? You come, go stay my house, Brah - you goin’ catchum, garans… oh, try wait, I gotta go fo get my aunti Malu - she stay moi moi …”You understand that? No? Well that isn’t very good Pidgin, but it gives you some idea…White people totally screwed over the Hawaiians, and took advantage of every other race in Hawaii … and white people (Haole’s) are in THE MINORITY - - and while the aloha spirit (another thing Mainland Buggahs no unnerstan’) is generously spread throughout the islands - which includes basic forgiveness for all the crap those “Haoles” did — if you grow up there - you begin to realize that a LOT of folks still carry around a bit of a grudge - and are just waiting for some white guy (girl) to disrespect the islands, their family, their habits, their language, culture or whatever - -“WAT?? NO AK, BRAH … YOU T’INK YOU’S ALL DAT?? F**KING HAOLE …LIKE BEEF??”…. AND it goes on — living in Hawaii is either a humbling, multi-cultural experience for mainlanders … or … they don’t stay long…For me, it’s just as well - you embrace the culture, the humility, and the spirit of the Islands - or you go someplace else … period … Once you assimilate into that unique culture - you begin to realize that there is no white/pake/keponi/potagee/BukBuk, or Kanaka in Hawaii - we are all of the same Aloha spirit - and you embrace it, and all that goes with it……. and even though I’ve been away for a long time, Hawaii will forever be my home - my extended family - - that unique place that Mainlanders THINK they know - but will never really understand -Ke Akua me ke AlohaGray