God I can't wait to get out of this place for a while.
A break from the bar-room etiquette (if such a thing exists), a break from this apartment, a break from the general British public and the thing I'm most excited about... a break from the fucking internet.
Ill hold my hands up and say i'm an addict right now; and I can't very well complain at length as it's all self-inflicted, but christ it'll be nice not being bombarded with everyone's life and in turn not bombarding others with with my own two-pennies worth. The internet must be hell for the obsessive/compulsive mentality.
Getting the endless should I?/shouldn't I? out of my system for a while will be fantastic too. Immersing myself in a completely different culture will hopefully purge this semi-dependance and with any luck, promote some new aspects of creativity, because to be honest I'm running dry at the moment. It's worrying. Im supposed to be doing this for a living!
Bring on the Dim Sum, Bring on the Jade Market, Bring on the Ding-Ding and the humid weather. Give me Clarke Quay, Give me Orchard Road, Give me monsoons for all I care, just get me out of this apartment and on a plane heading in any direction but this one.
Stir-crazy just isn't the word.
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