I almost forgot my childhood.

The truth is, I almost forgot I had a blog.


Its been a year since I am back in Singapore. I love this place so much. It means so much to me. Its where my bestest friends are, my favourite foods are from. The culture, the language, everything about it sets a pace that my heart beats to. I like it here.

Britain can never be a substitute. Don't get me wrong, I love Britain. I have awesome friends there, I know the country (geologically) well, and I love everything British, Bill Bailey, Eddie Izzard, Buzzcocks, the Queen, and of course, the Highlands, and caves. But Britain, will never, never, be home. It'll be like a prolonged holiday.

So much has happened in the past year. I was offered a good job, I took it. I now work in some government ministry, doing something completely unrelated to my first-love. I can't say that I completely enjoy myself, but a job is a job.

Now? what wages? I was doing some readings (geologically inclined readings) and realised how out of touch I am with the subject. I want to get back into Geology, but won't be able to do so with the kind of knowledge I have. Surely the skills are transferable, and hopefully the knowledge should come to me like riding a bicycle, but I still fret. I am a fretter, I fret needlessly.

I fret, I worry. I am scared for my future. I press double space after every fullstop. An occupation hazzard no doubt.

God put me in my current job/position for a reason, and I completely trust him. However, that still doesn't take the pang of doubt that wriggles in my gut. The doubt planted by the nonexistent joy on my face on mondays, and the overwhelming joy on my face on fridays. The doubt planted by the inadequacies I face everyday.

I am a scientist. Or rather, I was. What am I doing to myself?

I fear. I fret, and I worry. Can you blame me?