Journal – November 25-26

Journal - November 25-26



25 Sunday

Would anyone believe me if I told them I got this ugly purple bruise on my knee simply by kneeling ever so gently on the carpet? I made sure to do it gently knowing my body’s propensity for bruising. And, yet, the moment I laid the knee upon the carpeted floor, pain shot through it. A bruise was born thus!

I was photographing my desk and had moved the chair outside because it was in the way of lights and cables and me. So, when I needed to view and edit the photos on my iMac, I had no chair to sit on, hence me kneeling. In the end, after faffing about for hours, I decided to make the chair a part of the photo after all, so all that kneeling and bruising had been completely unnecessary!

26 Monday

I’ve had numerous requests over the months for bujo process videos but haven’t had the time to figure it out. Plus I didn’t want to scare all my followers away with my ugly hands! Still, the pressure to make videos continues and I caved. I would make a handwriting video today! Right when I’m at my busiest with December fast descending! I roll eyes at myself.

I spent all day fiddling with equipment and apps, battling with the tripod, which refused to do what I wanted. It got in the way of the frame and my bujo and my writing arm. And then I had to contend with my fingers getting stage fright and writing like a five-year-old. I’ve never liked my handwriting so I’m baffled when people say they love it and even ask me for font sheets. So, against, my better judgement, I made this decision I hope I will not come to regret terribly!


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Between sacrifice and stupidity

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.