No money for shoes

They call me ... The Intern Without Shoes.

When God created me, He created in me a lot of weird habits.
Like how i'll chew off straws as long as one is within 10cm from my mouth.
Like how I'll talk and answer to myself when a question is burning within me.
Like how I'll walk around the office barefooted.

My Arts House colleagues have been nagging at me to put on my shoes when I walk around the carpeted floor for fear that I might be hurt by dubious staples or thumbtacks or even worse still, get myself infected with HFMD. -laughs-

But like how Jay doesn't have the habit of wearing undies as it gets in the way of how his creative juices flow, I like the idea of being in total zen-like comfort when I'm working. That's why I have rotten looking feet. The carpet at office have never been changed ever since Day One.
Which was 5 years ago.
-gags-

So just to satisfy and to keep everyone happy, I bought myself a pair of bedroom slippers and will trot around in these until my itchy feet decided to say hello to everyone at The Arts House again. -laughs-