The Meaning of Life

During dinner just now, I had a feeling of lostness sweep over me.

I'm going back to the bank to work for an indefinite period of time again. I'll be starting again on 4th August, which is about 2 weeks from now. Why? Because I've been convinced of a well-paying job whilst I hunt for what I think would be the perfect job. In reality, I don't even know what I wanna do... yet. "Yet" is an important word. Anyhow, I just want to work with insects. The more exotic the job, the better.

But right now, I guess I have to settle for this. I always believed that people shouldn't work for money. Because that work would just become a chore, and you'll hate to go to work. If one can find a job one enjoys, then you'd wanna stay at work as long as you can, because you love what you're doing, and you just wanna keep doing it. Yet, I have stooped to the level everyone has chided me with... to work for the money.

Oh wells, on the bright side, at least I'll have money to spend on the latest gadgets and useless thingamabobs! =)

I need photography therapy soon... Some hiking next week should do the trick. Who's up for walking through the forests and getting bitten all over with mozzies? Hahaha!