(photo taken on longkang day near my place)

Yesterday I went to visit dear Pammie at the hospital that I always get lost at (anyway no worries she is fine :D) and true enough, I got lost again. While cursing their poor information and directional design and while spending ten minutes waiting for the lift (no exaggeration involved ok), I saw this executive screening room, like for the rich to have health checks.
The floor is carpeted, the receptionist and the reception look like they are taken out of a high class hotel... and it just... made my heart sank, somehow. The rich goes to rich places to screen and dies anyway. The poor barely knows health.
You must be like, but that's life, lays, is it your first time witnessing it? I guess it just annoys me more now...
money money money.

It's been like a sole cloud floating and looking for a part of the sky that will she will thrive in, that she is made to be in. And she hasn't been getting answers to questions she hasn't dare to ask. Where do we go from here?

Once in a while, if not very so often now, I get affected that all my hours put into designing something, is simply to help another fella on the huge black chair, sell something that some poor kid (my beloved target audience) may not need, and may even be better without.