Hope you are happy

I so feel like walking up to people, ( at work or just anyone ) telling them: " hope you are all happy and proud of what you do everyday." I think it's the question that have come a full circle. When you're younger, you'd wish for money and fame. Doing something cool that earns you a living is so ... cool. Come a day, if ever so little of "conscience" come creeping up on you; when you lost the cause of why you are so passionate about; when you are not enjoying doing what you like; and when a profession became an ccupation -- something to just keep you occupied from 9-5; Then, the golden question pops: "are you making any difference in anyone's life? Are you just leaching? So many people making a killing just leaching off others, making nonsensical shit for the sake of making. How much satisfaction can these people get? it puzzled me. Puzzled me even more that dont they have any consience at all? are they proud of the shit they shovelled? What they dont know wouldnt hurt them... maybe thats why so many people keep shovelling shit around. maybe they dont know.. or rather -- dont care.

wished i dont know. nor care. but i do and its eatin me away.

fuck fuck duck luck tuck in the puck.

puzzle

another amazing artwork.

Shrimp Running on a Treadmill

yes. bore or uninspired by what the daily life have to offer? You day job sucks? Nothing to do at night? watch some therapeutic "shrimp running on treadmill" !!!

thought bubbles galore. maybe i should start documenting it.