Labeling your shoes

It was a long weekend for Merdeka (Malaysia's National Day) celebration. Have you ever wondered what a suppressed artist, trained in one of the world's most crazy art schools, like Jamie, does in a non-crazy, non-exciting, all tudung and all commercial like money sucking satanic capitalist Kuala Lumpur over a 3 days' holiday? (Did I mention alone?)


Honestly, I've been doomed for quite a long while. Trying to act like a normal person and all that. But beneath this all cheerful and innocent looking face... the artist inside me is running amok. Why is everyone so... normal? Where are all the people who are like me?

And I'm not talking about ordinary stupid low-self esteem artists you know. I'm talking about highest of class affirmative and dynamic-forward-thinking-bordering-insanity-yet-not-a-little-trace-of-it kind of artists. You know, those who you fear and yet talent you cannot help but to marveled at. Think of terms like bizarre, genius, ahead of time, out of the box...etc

I think I'm too numb to even think what I should do next to revive the other side of me aka the truly normal me. I give myself 2 months. If the sky is not falling snow or money and if a drop dead gorgeous handsome, rich, intelligent, romantic and sexy Italian man (oh, must know how to cook) is not showing up at my door 8 more Sundays to come, I will choose either

1. a career as Samaritan : free consultation to meaningful and healthy lifestyle. What am I good at, you ask? Behold my friend, I'll show you the whole new hidden power and treasure of the unseen world nature has to offer. Role options: a nun or a weird and outstanding and super-geng (Cantonese) New Age medical Master. Woo hoo!
   
2. fulltime artist : pour my heart and soul in expressing intangible thoughts through visual and audio. To Wow the world. I know I can do it. (It's this damn swamp city that's oppressing me now...) Location choice: London or Australia. Total indulgence for myself, and total enlightenment for people who come to see my shows. :-)
   

Either one will not be too difficult in achieving monetary returns. I suppose. But before I could even think of doing such dramatic actions, here is a proof of my degree of insanity thusfar:

I labeled my shoes.

Only people who've been affected with madness would do that.

I've not drawn like a real person for sooooo loooooong. Way too many o's! I did the most insane thing by drawing my own footwear. And... if you like it, and as crazy as I am, here's a bit of Jamie/Yeng for your desktop:



Yeah, what a huge favour I've done to myself! Total satisfactory! :-)

BTW, like my shoes?