Write.

I learnt from a PR101 class, which I attended a few months ago, that there are a few ways to get rid of writer’s block. You can take a walk. You can have a cigarette break. You can free-write. You can take a toilet break. Right now, I’m doing the last two on the list. At the same time.

I’m not sure if it’s helping, but hey.

So life’s been different recently. If you’ve been following me on Facebook, you would realize that I’m now in a relationship. Yeah, it’s all so strange. But I’m sure most of my friends are breathing a sigh of relief. It’s about fucking time, George.

Entering a relationship at this point in my life feels very different – compared to my previous relationships many years ago. I’m not sure if I’m more mature or any better than who I used to be – but things feel so different now. I see things more clearly, and I’m a lot more level headed. Less likely to jump to conclusions. More open to talking. Unafraid to speak my mind. And the best part is? She gets me.

My hobby as a musician seems to have stagnated a bit. Ever since I thought I was going to leave the country for good, I haven’t played a full-band show with The Wishing. We hardly jam anymore. I haven’t written a new 2storeyheart song in ages. My guitars are collecting dust and rust even though I pick them up to play some random songs every now and then. I had plans to record an EP by mid-year: it has already come and gone – yet I’m no closer to recording it than when I was earlier this year. I still have many songs that are incomplete.

I want another tattoo. I have a great idea for it but I haven’t sat down and sketched it out. I plan to get it done in December though, so that gives me a few more months to plan.

Work has started to pick up again after the Raya break (which was awesome btw: 5 whole days of watching The International 2013), so I’ve been busy.

Alright, I’ve written over 350 words, which should be enough to get my brain juices flowing and get rid of my writer’s block. I’m off to have a smoke, and maybe walk around inside my head.

Oh, and welcome to the world, Max. It’s definitely not a beautiful place to be – but you’ve got a number years ahead of you before you realize that. In the meantime, I’ll do my best to show you the ropes.

“You’re just jealous ‘cos we’re young and in love.”

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