Fingers with metallic ocean green nails. I'm still getting used to it, but like they say, the more you see it the more you'll like it.

As a result of the presence of a nail art stall in my college on the day of our Food and Funfair, coupled with my adventurous spirit towards non-moral issues such as the painting of one's nails, I had mine done for 10 coupons.

Then I thought to myself that having nail polish on your nails is like wearing clothes, it expresses a part of who you are. And the idea of having a variety of colours for different occasions to express parts of myself appeals to my fun side.

But I also think to myself that I have very little patience to learn and practice the fine art of putting on the polish properly. That amount of patience (or lack thereof), combined with a slightly more than necessary amount of obsessive observations (eg. the polish has chipped!) leads me to the temporary conclusion that I will leave nail painting to the pros.

I said "temporary", because my mind may be said to have changed if tomorrow I happen to obtain a bottle of nail polish. And a bottle of the first layer base thing that you put before you coat your nails with colour. And a bottle of the last layer that you put so that the polish lasts. And a bottle of nail polish remover, of course.

Um... haha, we'll see. :)