Perhaps some people applauded me for sacrificing for my art when I bruised myself terribly practising ballet (Hole Series: Battle Scars).

That’s great. I’m happy to suffer for my art and I’m happy for people to admire me for it.

…

You do admire me for my great sacrifice, don’t you?

But I’m not so delusional as to believe that people will continue to admire me if I keep recounting such similar events.

So, today’s story is one of stupidity.

Over the weekend, I was practising a monologue which required me to crawl on my hands and knees. Remembering how fragile and bruise-prone my knees are, I told myself not to bear down on them too hard. That resulted in me sort of sliding gently around instead of “walking” on them. I was also wearing 3/4 pants, which I believed sufficient protection.

So I slid around on my knees and kept myself bruise free.

But barely a minute into my practice session, my pants rode up as I was sliding around and my room’s parquet flooring gave my right knee a good shining.

I felt a sharp burn and saw that a patch of skin had slightly sloughed off.

That was kind of painful. But the pain is nothing compared to the hideousness of the scab I have now.

This is one “battle scar” that’s gonna be staying with me for a while yet.

I don’t know how I got to be this stupid. How? Why?

You have my permission to laugh like a donkey.

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For those who have been asking, I will be on the Ch 8 drama, Making Miracles, on Monday (March 12) and Tuesday (March 13) at 9pm.

It’s a very small role so you won’t get to see very much of me, but it’s not too bad. I guess it’s kind of like a cameo because I have my own storyline and all that. And it was fun to shoot. I blogged about it here and here, in case you’re interested.

Well, this is a spoiler photo but who cares? I’m only involved in a tiny subplot so I don’t think this really spoils anything. =P

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Nanny Wen has been eyeing my fingernails for about a year now.

She’s been wanting a guinea pig to experiment cutesy manicures on but I’ve always declined because I hate doing my nails or having them done, preferring normally to just have clear gloss on them.

Because Nanny Wen can never grow her nails long enough and because mine are always long due to laziness in trimming, they are a prime target for her manicurist dreams.

I don’t know why I finally relented but, on Sunday, I allowed her to come over to abuse my nails.

Nanny Wen was very professional.

(not)

First of all, I had to clean off the existing fading polish myself.

She didn’t trim, file, buff, moisturise or whatever else manicurists do to nails. She just started her paint work right away.

Her paint arsenal didn’t include a base coat, either — I had to provide that.

And then, I had to make two trips to my stationary drawer to get her scotch tape and scissors.

Several nails had to be redone and redone because the paint kept clumping, and several clumpy jobs were not redone because she got lazy.

She also got tired after pasting tiny cutesy hearts on my left fingernails and didn’t want to do the right hand until I made a face at her.

After a long time and a lot of grumbling and making faces at each other, my ten nails finally got done!

I’m showing only the left hand because she’d gotten lazy by the time she started on the right hand, so it looks very slipshod. (Nanny Wen vehemently denies this but Elyxia was a witness and agrees with me.)

I have to say that my new manicure is really weird ass and makes me feel like a bimbo but I like it. Partially because it was done with lots of love by cutie Nanny Wen (despite the grumblings and laziness) and partially because it’s just… different, and I like different.

My favourite is the ring finger nail. It’s quite pretty, isn’t it?

I showed my new nails to the Goonfather and asked him chirpily, “My nails nice????? :)”

Looking at them for a second, he blinked and said, “Why are your nails bleeding?”

Today, while having lunch with Elyxia and the Goonfather, he added the comment, “Wen should have pasted five stars and a moon on it to make it a Singapore flag.”

So typical Goonfather.

Anyway, Nanny Wen is already planning her next assault on my nails. I guess I don’t regret allowing her to do it cos it’s kind of interesting to see what kind of weird shit she can come up with next.

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Here is my most recent collection of battle scars.

Except they’re not really scars since they’re not permanent. And it wasn’t really a battle, was it? But what does it matter, I show them off as proudly as I would battle scars, if I were to have them, although I hope I never do.

I collected these within the week of filming Hole in the Wall.

What can I say? I bruise easily.

First off, after practising and performing ballet moves that required me to put weight on my knees, I collected bruise upon bruise.

Some of them have turned black with age while the red ones are newly-acquired ones – if you can see clearly.

Left knee:

Right knee:

Another picture of right knee:

There were also other kinds of “scars”. Can’t just have bruises in a decent collection, can we?

Mysterious random scratch on left arm:

Bad rash from bandages:

I hope these are disgusting enough to turn your stomach and throw you off breakfast.

Ok, then, here’s something to take your mind off disgusting pictures.

Me in goofy, mismatched getup at
home practising ballet:

Nanny Wen, Elyxia and Wang Wang, my lovely faithful friends, came around to help me practise so that I can pass off as a half-decent ballerina for at least a few seconds at a time.

They were the first witnesses to my battle scars!

Me in tutu during shoot:

The “scars” are long gone by now, although I’ve got a new bruise on my right knee right now. It’s another one of those mysterious bruises I have no idea where from.

Well, what can I say? I bruise easily.

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