Hot (Highlighter) Pink



My latest colour !!
Nice kan?
It definitely catches people's attention :P

The background is the kain songket of my
convo costume
which I think it goes very well with :)

Last Saturday, after Christina
helped me paint my nails hot pink,
I had this group project I had to do, right?
And my group member came over to my college with all
the materials that we needed for our poster.

So, there I was, unrolling a piece of wrapping paper,
and a friend, who was there at the time, exclaimed
"Hey Lisa ! Your nails and the paper -
same colour wo !"

I looked down at my nails and the wrapping paper...




And OMG !!
He was soooo right !!!!




So he helped me take a photo of both
my hands on the paper
so I can show you guys !
What do you think? XD

p.s: Nail polish, courtesy of my coursemate
Alia Hamidi :)

Comments

Unknown said…
you really should not paint your fingernails bright pink... it looks errr... horrible... it reminds be of syrup bandung...

i think your finger nails look great in thier natural colour... pinking it is really going overboard...

and having a pink background does not hide your fingernails...
August 18, 2009 at 10:10 AM
Liz said…
It's for fun niaaaaa :P
August 18, 2009 at 7:23 PM
The Bee said…
hey thought if you want to match choir kebaya it should be purple lah...
this pink is "shocking pink" not my cup of tea =(
pastel would be more soothing to the eye haha
just beware it doesnt shock "some" lecturers to "persecution"
dont want them to pick on you for this reason ok???
August 19, 2009 at 10:15 AM
Liz said…
Didn't go for class. So escaped ! ;P
August 19, 2009 at 9:03 PM
siehjin said…
ahhhhhh nooooooo! my eyessssss! =P
August 20, 2009 at 11:46 AM
K.P. Fern said…
why are your hands so brown???? and i prefer the black....pink doesn't really seem to go........
August 20, 2009 at 3:48 PM
Liz said…
>>siehjin
That's what shades are for ! XD

>>hannah
I know. It's weeeeeee bit too bright. But oh well, at least I've tried it so I know. Just for fun anyways :)
August 20, 2009 at 4:57 PM
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