Thursday, December 28, 2006


Petite Fleur reacts like a mimosa (touch-me-not) among unfamiliar people and surroundings. She cocks her head inwards and withdraws into her shell.

We were at Katong Mall's Christmas carnival. Loud music. Crowds at the stalls. The sort of place that she clings on even tighter. A nice lady was doing glitter tattoos. I wasn't sure whether she would sit right through it. But she nodded her head to indicate that she wanted one.

Pensively, she maintained her courage.

This wasn't just glitter and glue. She overcame her shyness and got her first tattoo.


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