for the love of ...NAILS?

nail polish has ALWAYS been an interest of mine. but lately i feel it has become a head on Obessesion.

painting my nails started in 7th grade when i was going through my "goth phase" and nail polish was the only thing my sri lankan parents let me wear. " no kulzum u cant wear black lipstick, are u mad? what will people say?'. so this was my form of rebelling. they had ruled out lipstick, eyeshadow and dyeing my hair. they never said anything about nail polish, so of course i found the loop hole. i felt like such a bad ass.

my parents were NOT very happy with my colors of nail polish (black and black...ALWAYS) but they had no choice bc they technically never said no. i never experiments with colors, tried out designs or nail art. but as i got older i suddenly stopped, there was always an excuse to why my nails were not painted or painted once every 3 months.

my addiction has gotten to the point that i have a rack of nail polish in my closet wall and i will probably need another one soon, i have spent hundreds (hard earned) dollars, and the worst i change them up every 2 or 3 days :/ i cant stop. i guess its better than me being a drug addict :) i just want my nails to be pretty.

recently (past year) i have become so into all things nail. experimenting with colors, designs, and rhinestones. im self taught, and i NEVER have to spend 25-30 dollars paying an asian women to talk shit about me while doing my nails. clearly they are speaking about your ugly feet or bitten nail beds in their native tongue as they do your nails. all you can do is sit there and smile or pretend u understand them. this is the option i usually choose, to make them feel bad. yes i know im a horrible person.

at the end of the day NO one understands my passion for nails but i do. i have found the one thing that i love, that relaxes me and makes me feel pretty :)

True blood

so season 4 of true blood has started and yes i can say it....BEST SEASON YET. well i say that every time a new season starts but i think this time i really mean it. my swedish import looks to be more than evil this season... JUST how i like him. Jason seems to be trying to do the right think but you still just want to slap him and say "stop being stupid!'. all the other characters just kind of come and go but my swedish import...hes prefect in every way. i also have noticed my father (hater of all things true blood) watch the re runs every once in a while...little by little im converting everyone into a lover.

poetry

i write poetry as well :)


little dancer who stomps
all over my heart
drip drip
i see the tears
roll down to hit the floor
as you pass by
the pain is not hidden
it speaks through
your eyes
u twirl and u turn
u jump and u spin
u glide across
the sky
your eyes
tell a story
a dark and sad story
your body filled with grace
moves robotically and lifeless
like a toy
forced to move
with fingers
little dancer
let me in
fill me with your sadness
open up your heart to me
little dancer
u make my heart cry
cold and cautious
hurt and unloved
little dancer who stomps
all over my heart



he sits alone crying
wondering how his life
ran ahead of him
he tries so hard
to catch up
but he just cant seem to
he wonders if she ever loved him
or the idea of him
he used to think
lovers were dreamers
but now he knows
lovers are fighters
he fought so hard for his love
but his love was his destruction
he stares straight into the lite
hoping it will make everything alrite
but he knows the light doesnt fix
it only blinds
buried deep in a hole
he prays for the angel
that will one day
save him.




just a passing glance
was all it took
to melt my heart
and break it into two
sweet sorrys
and broken promises
were all i knew
my heart knew
not kindness
but my melting point
was you
all the charm
in the world
and a smile
that could kill
just a passing glance
was all it took
to melt my heart
and break it into two