it's funny how once u get your nails painted, your hand automatically exude an aura of femininity no matter how 'man like' they are. plus, i find my attention being drawn to how my fingers move. and i tend to gesture more with my hands. (possibly from the subconscious joy of watching how the colour of my nails dance in air)

am i turning into a girlie girl? highly doubtful. i still maintain my hands as being man-ish. and my voice; rough and crude. and i like sitting with my legs uncrossed (saying 'sitting with my legs open' sounds very very times 100000 wrong)

nonetheless i think of painting nails as quiet therapeutic although i really suck at it. or more like when i have to paint the nails on my right, i gabra like mad. countless of occasions have seen me having to clean of the nail polish and repaint them. ~_~ not good.

well, this time went pretty well. i have nice purple sparkle-ly nails to look forward to! yah! think i am going to try to distract some karate mates while sparring this sun. all with the help of my funky nails.

oh yah.. did i say how i absolutely love the way short nails look when they are coloured (u can still see the meat on your fingertips cos there are no nails covering that area?)

side note: colleague just said to me 'isn't it amazing how humans are so big while insects and bacteria are so small and yet they can bring us down?' guess that just reaffirms the fact 'the bigger you are, the harder you fall'.

AWESOME LAH