At my school, one of the official school rules are "no coloured finger nail polish". This rule is ignored by teachers so I took it as an indication that it was unofficially discarded. I even got complimented on my nails by my female teachers.
However, this year, I have a teacher who's pedantic about school rules. I guess every teacher should be but most of them choose their battles, which are usually not to do with the nail polish regulation. Which is why this teacher took me by surprise. Anyway, he pointed out my nail polish (green at the time) and said "Nice nail polish. Too bad you're not allowed them at school.... You'll have them removed tonight right?" I'm not actually sure if the first part was a compliment or sarcastic.
And that's my sad story on why I no longer wear coloured nail polish. While I'm deeply saddened by this affair, I'm actually glad that at least one teacher cares about school rules. It's nice to know that not everyone is getting lazy.
My weekly ritual was painting my nails. Every week had a new colour. Every weekend, I had the exciting job on deciding a new colour to wear. It's a hobby I share with my sister and mum. But no longer. They must go on without me. I'm left to merely buffering and maybe clear nail polish (as it is colourless). I have to now find another activity to fill this hobby hole.
Here's a glimpse on my past. *deep breath*
It's better to have loved and lost it than to never loved at all.
Goodbye my lover,
goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.