Monthly Archives: April 2013

to cut or not to cut?

many people have asked me about my nails. partially because i paint all sorts of nonsense on them. but mostly from what i’ve gathered, because of how long or fake they appear to be. for some reason, people assume that the condition of my nails is a result of me doing barely any work around the house or in general.

this is what my nails looked like 3 weeks ago.


nails that i use to cook, wash dishes, do the laundry, paint walls and feed kittens who bite down on them happily sometimes. 100% real.

here’s a photo from today.


so yes, it does appear to be that they don’t damage much. but maintaining nails like mine is a 3 part trick.

1. i play smart. i paint colours onto a clear base and i don’t colour on the edges because nail polish chips off and the chipped parts would look too obvious otherwise.

2. i use nail polish remover and gently remove the top coat smoothly and reapply a clear coat from time to time to keep them shiny.

3. i naturally have very solid nails, which hardly break even on the rare occasion that i’m careless and they bend.

i’ve learnt to work around my inconvenient self-inflicted “disability” pretty well. i can’t text or type like a normal person would. nor can i flip a typical switch or hold things the way i would with trimmed nails. but apart from making me look awkward, having long manicured nails doesn’t actually keep me from getting anything done.

pretty things can be functional. and house chores; like every other independent – not loaded with cash human being experiences; come before pretty nails.

as for why i keep them this way instead of cutting it? well, i like art. and long nails. i don’t have slim, sleek fingers, and my nails if cut, make my fingers look short and stumpy. not that all women should have feminine looking hands. just my own personal choice :D

for more random photos of my nails, go here.



my kitty inspired doodles.


it’s the first time in years that i’ve had pets (not counting fishes). but i just couldn’t say no when my friend had kittens to get rid of. there’s something about watching these tiny lil things play around and grow up that’s so healing. maybe it’s knowing i’m responsible in some ways of a life or lives that aren’t my own.

i have to say though, i doubt i’d feel the same way about having dogs. kittens don’t need as much attention, especially when there’s 3 of them. i love how they kinda do their own thing, but know where their home is at the same time. they’ve been exploring on their own, but they still sleep in our room at this point. i’ve always had a weak spot for tiny little things. anything small, really. and i think my kittens are absolutely adorable! it almost makes them jumping all over me while i’m asleep and waking me up alright.

i hope they grow up fast, start running around outside and stop needing to poop in their litter box soon so i don’t have to scoop poop twice a day anymore. but at the same time, i hope they stay tiny forever too! i guess that’s how parents feel about kids huh? :D


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how could anyone not love that?


last night i had a dream. a dream that felt like more than just a dream. a recollection of a past or parallel life.

in this other life, i was a peacekeeper on a planet far away dedicating my life to communicating with people, beings from other planets. studying their ways, understanding what it took to maintain relations between different worlds. some different beyond my wildest imagination, some so alike.

it was that path that led me to meeting my other half. he was on his mission, visiting my planet when we first met and fell in love. communication was different. we used no words, instead we just understood each other. sitting quietly, we talked about different worlds, and what we had individually discovered. we shared views, feelings, experiences. we knew we had found each other for a reason, and could no longer be apart. when he left, we decided that i would follow him.

together we traveled far. we explored the universe. what i saw, i have no doubt was real. images that appeared to be fiction, but nothing i’ve seen in movies, read about in books or could just think up.

some stops were short. we would gain the knowledge we needed by observing inhabitants of that planet and then leave. some were longer. we would have a life there, fit in, take notes and prepare to share what we had learnt with others.

during one of those longer missions, i felt what it was like to lift up into the air and fly. not my physical self, but my mind, my consciousness. soaring through the air, floating past wide spaces, descending back onto the ground. magical.

and then we received news. we were being called back to fight for our home planet. others that had been living there with us had to leave too. peacekeeping had to be put on hold, we were soon to be under attack and everyone had a part to play, a responsibility in protecting our land. we prepared ourselves and thanked the land for so graciously providing for us throughout our time spent there. and then we left.

that’s when i woke up.

so far-fetched how i honestly believe that it was so much more than a dream. and I can imagine how crazy I must seem for stating it that way. but I recognized my soul in that dream. and the soul of my partner. not our faces or voices, nothing to say it was us, and yet I felt it. beyond a doubt.

that seems even crazier, doesn’t it? but who’s to say what’s true or not. i believe that something’s true when i believe in it. i haven’t always seen things this way. for the most part, i always thought i was a non-believer. i never believed in ghosts, the way people make it out to be. nor did/do i believe in stereo typical aliens either.

but i guess i have always believed in the possibility of anything and welcomed experiences that would show me that there’s more to life than just what we experience here. i will always go on instinct. that feeling that’s so real, there’s no longer any doubt about it.

right here, right now; this is what i’m choosing to believe in.