Busyness gets me somewhere.

For the last few months I've been pretty heated up.

Easily-angered, prone to feeling annoyed and have an increasing sarcastic way of looking at all things.

It was really very bad, I didn't know why and neither do my friends and families.

Then the thought of being idling around might be a cause occurred to me at some point of time.

Subsequently I tried to fill my free time up with something.

Reading was one of them, Sherlock Holmes Adeventures and some other Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's work.

Currently on The White Company, seemingly boring but an interesting read.

I indulged myself in biblical scripture studying, it is somewhat fulfilling but since I limit myself up to only a few chapters everyday the amount of exposure did not really aid a lot, especially at this stage I'm still at the monotonous part of those ancient Jewish laws.

Then I thought of watching shows.

WelI I wasn't the one who suggested the idea to myself.

Several friends of mine recommend me a few shows, Gossip Girls and some crime show in US.

Due to some seemingly absurd cultural repulsion I didn't really go into watching those popular shows but started on Sherlock and Elementary, which are modern adaptationsSherlock Holmes adventures - given that I'd more or less finished watching the classic ones feature Jeremy Brett.

These shows are brilliant.

The scriptwriters should get 80 percent of the credits, especially the ones in Sherlock (Good Job Mr. Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat)

However, all these activities, which are designed to divert my attention from being frustrated all around the clock, did not really work well.

Maybe they are effective in short term - I stopped being angry for a while since my dramatic nature compelled me more or less do some imitations of actors and actresses, they just didn't work once I slam close my books or laptop.

Then another thought occurred to me: maybe university life may change me.

Not really a solution I thought of, more like a hope, since I have to go to university in a few weeks' time.

But hey it works!

The moment when my orientation started, things somehow just came to me.

I applied for a barrista job in this small school café called Humble Origins.

The interview, well not really an interview but more of a friendly personality inspection, went rather smooth.

At present the staff seems communicable to me, and rather intelligent of some sort.

Believe that soon after my curricular settled I can start working.

Even before this barrista thing came in, I took the initiative to look for a tuition teaching job.

My invaluable friend Yahhan provided me a lot of invaluable information and no doubt she helped me in terms of speed of settling a job like this.

Now I only hope I don't mess up anything and help those poor weak students as far as I can.

The of course, the university won't let me off.

There are modules to arrange and there are talks to attend.

The fact that the university is getting increasingly populous, though remained a detestable fact, indirectly helped because the competitiveness in NUS just forced me to stay alert...

That wasn't really as news worth to celebrate I know, well we have to make the best out of everything for the present right?

Living in the moment, living in the present. *sings the song*

So apparently busyness got me somewhere.

The real busyness,ones that require a bit of leg work.

Too much may not be good, yet my gut tells me the more the merrier.

This urge to write.

I always have this urge to write.

Maybe this urge is common among young people, especially sentimental girls.

The problem is I don't always have materials to narrate.

More often than not when some extraordinary incidents occurred, I'm always so overwhelmed by any relative emotions evoked that I would be too shaken to write a word.

This funny (yet common) trait is not unique on me, the newspaper editor in Six Napoleons also experienced the same thing.

However if I'm fortunate enough to write down something, I want it to be interesting enough to evoke some, at least some no matter how trivial, ripples of sentiments of the reader.

Before achieving that, as to to be able to touch others, I must move myself with my own words first.

This is a basic concept to almost everything.

Then about language skills.

Definitely I'm not a fantastic and illustrative writer who can literally play a lively movie in front of readers' eyes by using mere words like Dan Brown.

Though it's something I always want to achieve.

I try to brush up my language skills by reading great novels written by good authors, so far my favorites are books by Dan Brown and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

The problem with Dan Brown is that the story begins captivating and ends sloppy.

Whereas Sir has a wide range of historical knowledge which he eagerly wants to integrate into his conventional fictions and too often the amount becomes a bit too bulky that simply bores the reader.

Yet again I guess to be a good reader patience and some form of resilience are required as well.

Hopefully one day I can write clearly and interestingly, which may eventually benefit me financially.

Laugh out loud.

I'm serious.