Jewel mused @ 5:53 PM | | Permalink

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for the longest time, i thought i've lost my henna mojo. sorry to disappoint all our secret (and blatant) admirers *unabashed smirk* out there but we, henna artists are humans too. no seriously, it's true! it's not a myth. we are mere mortals, not, as suspected by many generations of clever and mad, murderous scientists, magical and powerful beings from the 13th planet from the vulcan solar system (ok so obviously i totally made that up, i'm creative whaaat ... har dee har har).

just like all humans we also go through bouts of artist blocks, stunted creativity and sometimes along the way, we could even lose our henna mojo. that last scenario, no good and respected henna artist would wish even on his/her mortal enemy, 'cos it's the worst. yep, when you've lost your henna mojo, inspiration goes awry, handiwork becomes amateurish and frustration mounts to dangerously suicidal levels. seriously ... stop sniggering, it happens! remember what i just told you??

altogether now ...

henna artists are humans too ...

that's right ...

so, for the longest time, i thought i've lost my henna mojo. see, i was doing the same patterns over and over again. the same flower would appear repeatedly on different brides-to-be. the same little squiggles would make their way onto their fingers and toes. it was enough to drive me insane. and once in awhile salvation would come in the form of a resourceful bride-to-be who has found a pretty henna photo on the 'net and wanted that pattern on her, instead of the boring old stuff in my gallery. with a hungry and evil glint in my eyes, i'd rub my hands in glee, cackle sinisterly like a hen with a flu and proceed to fervently re-create said pretty henna pattern with much pomp and fanfare (yeah, i'm very dramatic like that). but alas, such resourceful brides-to-be are few and far between, so i don't get alot of chance to make like the flu-ish hen too much. sigh and melancholy ...

in the pursuit to find the answers (and my mojo back), i did the next best thing ... i went for a soul-searching trip, a pilgrimage of sorts, roller-blading from one end of east coast park (a beach in singapore, for the uninitiated) to the other. i was nearly at the halfway mark (who said i actually made it to the other end? heh), when i realised that angry blisters have started to form on my feetsies. as i cursed under my breath (i DO NOT like blisters, especially on my pretty feetsies. nuh-uh!), i took my skates off, kicked them to death for hurting me, then promptly gathered them lovingly into my arms and offered apologies in the form of revered kisses (they are expensive leh), then carrying them carefully over my shoulders, walked into the one with the golden arches (i like their strawberry milkshake. have you tried it? it's good, really). after finishing a nice, cool, fat-laden cup of strawberry milkshake, i drunkardly asked the girl at the counter to hit me with another (she stared at me in bewilderment before sliding the cup clumsily to me) and reflected sagely at the sorry state of affairs of my lost mojo. sigh and melancholy ...

as i take a long, brain-freeze inducing sip of the milkshake, i instantly pressed my fingers to my temple, eyes bulging! (have you ever had a brain freeze?? it'll make you clutch your head in a jiffy!) and then it hit me! my heart was empty! heh, how could i be so clueless?? i was, the owner of a lonely, loveless heart (stares into the horizon as the song plays like a crazy tune in head). i took a minute to defrost my brains (brain freeze, remember?), shook my head violently (an irritating insect was flying around it) and decided there and then, that perhaps i could get my mojo back, if i could just fill my heart with ... loVe.

and as if it was destined to answer my prayers, loVe came back into my life (and heart) and brought along with it, yep, you've guessed it (how smart you all are, my loyal, ardent admirers!!) my MOJO! and with wonderful loVe and a song in my heart, and a renewed and revived MOJO, i hereby present ...

Jewel mused @ 9:29 PM | | Permalink

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