Fear of . . .

So I was looking up on the net if there is by any chance a name for the description of ‘fear of long fingernails’. Alas! No happy news.

Not that I want to shriek and pull my hair out when I spot long fingernails, no, not to that extreme… yet. It just makes the skin on my back crawl.

I have read in books where the characters, those lovely ladies, have their longish nails painted oh-so-beautifully in red. It might be beautiful, but in reality, too long nails are, simply put, disgusting and awkward.

To me, anything that is more than 0.3 cm (protruding, for the lack of better word now) is considered too long. Why the hell do you need such long fingernails for?!

I don’t get it.

To have a upperhand when it comes to cat fight?
Or to leave scratches on your darling’s back when you are hanky-pankying?

Elaborate nailart – those with jewels, sparkling thingies, dangling thingies and all the other little thingies, is another mystery. Nice to look on the display, kind of cumbersome in real life. Not forgetting to mention that the fingers usually look weird, I don’t know, but it seems to make your fingers look stubby.

If it leaves me at a loss at why females keeping long fingernails, it totally kicked me to the other of the world and buried me 6 feet underground at why males kept long fingernails.

Please, I don’t want to think about it.
But I do hope that one day, they make themselves bleed whilst cleaning out their nostrils and ears.

Why I brought up this fingernail topic? The guy who helped me stick the screen guard on to my hp had long nails… I mean, really long. Probably 2 cm on his middle finger (what? To point better with?).

Some guy I saw on the train had long nails on his ring and last fingers.

>_>

A nail clipper cost maybe 80 cents at those neighbour stores or night markets. $2.00 at diaso if you want those cutesy designs.

 

Random quiz

What type of Fae are you?

 

Morning Surprise

Blood, blood in the kitchen!

Not a good thing to find in the morning.

Not a good thing to be the first person to find this.

…

 

At least it is not really blood.

Wine. Just plain simple homemade wine (for cooking).

But I think I have been watching too much Detective Conan.

The first thing that came to my mind when I saw it was “OMG, where’s the body?!” when though I know it’s too diluted to be blood (I think).

XD

 

x x x

2 days after

I wish my mum would stop making this kind of things. I mean, it’s cool to have your own traditional thingies*. but I’m sick of smelling that sour smell that lingers in the kitchen. It smells like… unwashed laundry.

I hope the wine doesn’t turn bad because I’m talking bad about it on the internet. Surely it doesn’t know, right?

You know, superstition. My mum forbade us to talk about it when she was making it.  -_-

Yeah, wine-making and those dried meat + soy sauce, these 2 traditional recipes that I can do without. Seriously.

 

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**Traditions are, in my opinion, generally cool. But when it comes to getting kicking a fuss over a tradition just because it was on the TV is silly. Spending hundreds and hundreds on a costume that you would barely wear more than twice and looks ugly on you is retarded. 

I’m like, “HAH”.

Children don’t lie when they tell you if the clothes looks nice or not on you. That’s what I believe.

So, listen to your daughter.

Especially when she says, “Mummy, mummy, the dress makes you look so old, and your bum looks fat.”

Just thank your lucky stars that she doesn’t know saggy boobs.

Or maybe she does. Whatever you do, just don’t repeat what your adorable daughter says in the toilet.

ESPECIALLY in the toilet. 

You will never know who’s in that cubicle.

 

Who says OL doesn’t eat?

OL = Office Lady.

dayever = works in office but not a lady, no matter who might argue (oh, I can think of at least one person, maybe he’s just being polite. Hah!).

7.00 : Enjoys a cup of coffee (instant coffee, regrettably).

8.30 (plus minus) : Reach workplace.

9.00 : Have my breakfast – sandwiches, hotdogs, bread, whatever that’s in my bentobox.

11.00 : Munches on biscuit.

12.30 : Lunchtime. Where-ever and whatever that satisfy our cravings and hunger. And time management.

Pasta and Orange juice from DOME… when there’s no time.
And no Korean instant noodle left…

15.00 : Tidbits.

17.00 : Tidbits.

19.00 : Biscuits.

21.00 : Dinner

23.30 : Sleep

I think I’m gaining weight. O_o

My snacks that I’m bringing to work! Probably last for 2 weeks.

 

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