Toenails...

I planned to blog in great detail about toenails, because silly Marcus and I talked in depth about them over lunch. I don't know how come a toenail discussion can be so intense and serious, when people are getting killed over bread in Iran... But like he pointed out, it's not like forgoing our ice-cream ("ice cream is not in any way agriculture what naaas, well think about activism when we have the time!") would make a difference anyway and so he persisted for me to go get my toenails done- "NAS! YOU HAVE TO! I've always wanted to see you have purple and bright red nails, on alternate toes... hahahaha.. it'll look disgustingg! And then we can proudly walk around and show that mismatched colour on nails are the ugliest things evaahhh!"

Uh, riiiight Marky. You don't know how my mommy is. There was this one time she freaked in the middle of Vivo's Pull&Bear outlet just because she caught me with pink nail polish on my toes! She dragged me all the way to the toilet (after stopping by face shop on the second floor to get nail-polish remover)... and made scrub them clean. She completely virginized my toes lah.

Oh but i'm disgressing too much. Marcus is crazy. Yup, that's the whole point of this entry. He started talking about the beauty of toenails (and how to remove dirt that normally gets stuck to the sides of your Papa toe) in the middle of an otherwise perfectly yummy lunch. We were at it for a good half hour, i swear.

Okay, and the other thing?

I think i'm gonna change my blog address soon. I suddenly feel like it. I hope to be found though, so i'll leave little clues behind. Heh.

P/S: Farah, i'll blog about what you texted me this morning on a more private blog. Hahahaha, then we can laugh together :D