I never really pay much attention to nails. But ever since I found decently cheap buys of nail accessories at some morning market, I have entered this craze of nails. I enjoy slowly painting them layer by layer at the time, and then stick those glittery stuff. I enjoy seeing my hardwork being translated onto pretty finger tips.
Playing with nails isn't exactly a correct hobby for me. Because my uni doesn't quite allow people to have fanciful nails. Would you all still laugh at me if I kindly gently remind you that I am a medical student. (WHAT? Medical student cannot play with nails is it now?!?! HAR?!?!)My student life involve interacting with patients during clinical skills unit sessions. Imagine, nails long long painted fancifully, you palpitate your patients. I mean, firstly I could accidentally poke them or something. Secondly, I wouldn't even pass my facilitator's stage.
Thirdly, my facilitator is
So, seeing that I might need to put my nail fetish aside for a considerable long period of time, I decided to give my nails a final makeover. One that is the least obvious, least fanciful, and least striking.But still pretty nonetheless.
So I gave myself a whole french look. French Manicure.

Hopefully it wouldn't get spotted so easily by those lecturers and facilitators. Hopefully Htin Aung is blind. Hopefully noone ask me to cut my nails off, or remove the polish. Hopefully ..........
And of course. Mom's car finally arrived. Leaves Ms. Junkie all to myself. *grins*
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