Passing whim

A few years ago, I felt a whim to pierce my navel, or perhaps, a little tattoo. It's out of boredom really, as I was never a fan of mid-riff baring tops. But after toying with the idea for awhile, the whim passed.

Then last year, I nearly wanted to shoot myself for looking at Britney Spear's belly bauble rather longingly. Ewww, I know how this must sound. But... it's not her okay? It's the bauble!!

So I got it done before I could change my mind.
And it wasn't all pleasant for the first 2 - 3 months (it took at least 6 months to fully heal).

A year and a half later, it's still there.
And I like it.

Now, I have a sudden whim to get a little tattoo.
Maybe somewhere on my lower back.

Thinking of a four-leaf clover.
Apparently it represents hope, faith, love and luck.
And looks like 4 little green hearts on a curly stem.
I'm thinking of colouring one little heart red.
For love.

Perhaps this whim to mutilate myself will pass.
Till then, I better not go near any tattoo shops
for fear of impulsive, irrational decisions.