Are things... really as simple as they seem?

Stagnation and inertia. Questions and trepidation bubble up when the momentum is checked - where am I finding my current sense of security from?

Identity. Lost... or found?

Complicated. Or simple? Or is this simply just neurosis?

Am I heading somewhere, or am I just running like a hamster in wheel?

Incoherent musings aside, lest anyone should think I'm sinking into some unfanthomable state of depression, I'm not. Work has been... mostly good thus far. Each day brings forth its own store of increasing confidence and new challenges to tackle. The general environment has long surpassed my own expectations - which makes it a very good thing indeed, and for which it is something to be infinitely thankful to God for.

Escapades thus far include OT-ing till 11.30pm and eating dinner at the Esplanade's Makansutra food centre thereafter; and just last night, meeting dear ol' Candice over a dinner of pasta and brownie, followed by aimless window shopping, all peppered with (the usual) silly little comments that had us chortling with laughter in drunken fashion as we walked past people and buildings alike.

Hot-air balloon, anyone?