Jeonin & Majuning

The Art Gallery of my Brain

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  • A quick word

    Nothing of consequence. I’m finally getting used to my cast! It was so bothersome and contributing to my lower back pain. I took one baclofan and called it a day. Now to address my insomnia. I’ve come to a point that I physically get sleepy, but I fight it anyway. Weiyo?! That’s all, quick words. Read more

  • Laboral Inhability

    If there’s anything this injury and the present circumstances have taught me: it’s that sometimes you should do what you’ve been wanting to do, because tomorrow might not be as generous as the present. Before being disabled, I would’ve liked to have taken more walks. I would’ve maybe liked to have learned how to bike.… Read more

  • Eat this not that

    Eat this not that is a good mindset for me, because I have an addictive tendency and a penchant for not sticking to goals. I lost weight last year because I was determined, purposeful, and mindful. This year it’s like: I start off with oatmeal and eggs with fruit, then end the day with hot… Read more

  • Sabbatical

    As am I. I told you (and myself) that I’m going to crawl out of this disabling injury and into the sun. I don’t want to be in the “dark.” for too long. Other forms of darkness besides being pressured to be bedridden, include finances. Especially that damn dialogue in my brain that ruminates on… Read more

  • Yoongi

    This man once said: He was referring to Black Swan. And he’s giving me advice. Face it: don’t drown in it, then move on forward. To add more salience to my writing journey, Let Go from their album Face Yourself was the very first song I ever cried to. The lyrics tore through me and… Read more

  • Hold your judgy thought, I didn’t finish! This is what I learned about being the main character of a disabling accident. 1. Lesson one: My dad is the absolute best. I don’t know what I would do without his care. He’s been helping me get around the house, he even built an ergonomic walker that… Read more

  • Just a piece

    This piece was written a few years ago, when I was in it. It’s poetic. Sometimes grief can make one poetic. Unloving you In the end, they were just two strangers, who knew everything about each other. I know how it goes. This is for the people who silently remove pictures and silently grieve about… Read more