y'all smoke to enjoy it, i smoke to die

Don't worry about the title. Alaska, from the book i'm now reading Looking for Alaska, quoted that. I studied that line of sentence for a while. Pretty much something amusing to say. A lot of things she said made me think a lot and they are things worth chewing over.

And just so you know, the 'Alaska' from the book was not referring to the country as you thought i was. It was referring to, as a matter of fact, a girl. 

Anyway, i have always wanted to buy crack nail polishes. Eyed O.P.I's, but it's like 60 bucks per bottle and the ones that were on display seems pretty much flimsy in Sephora. The paints were really saturated and were partly solidified. So not worth it. But i saw them selling in SaSa, which is today. They're not O.P.I's but the cracking magic still works on me though. Bought both Black and Gold.

The gold one is Sasa branded. I must say, it sucks. I don't like the way it cracks 'cause it cracks my base color as well. I know right? And I don't remember the brand of the Black one. Something close to 'nigga'. I think it's Nigo, or Iga or Naga. Whatevs. I'm now in the living room and my room seems like 2452451 miles away,  i don't really bother walking all the way there just to check the brand of the nail polish i bought.

Before: My nail base color was yellow. 

this was gold crack. It went great on my thumbail. But the rest of the fingers went pretty bad as it cracks my base color as well.

Volia. The Black crack

A bit of a closeup.

I was supposed to paint the gold crack on top of each of my fingers. But it already went bad since the index finger. So i insisted to paint 'em all gold on the left. And since i can't handle the flimsiness of the gold crack on my left anymore, i continued painting the rest of my nails, which is my right, with the black crack.