The First Impression

It has been five days since my arrival at Perak Matriculation College. And if you ask me to enumerate about these few days, I would say, they were hellish but in the same time, exciting and thrilling.

What have I been through? Endless morning exercise programs and games, and when there are games, punishments ensue. Well, these interesting games were designed and organised by our seniors.  Not to boast, but de facto, I wholeheartedly felt that the games were flawless and enjoyable. I really loved them and look forward to every morning session during the MBPP (orientation) week.

The seniors are just like our elder brothers or sisters. If you have any inquiries or even dilemmas, you can just ask them without feeling shy. They would explain and share their experiences happily and willingly, well, except for questions like whether they are still single or not. They are friendly, and I really love all of them.

And I really enjoyed the moral sessions, where seniors explained things related to academic and co-curriculum. And the talk by Mr David? Wow, awesome. I have never seen the teachers in my previous schools to take such interesting initiative to remove the gap between teachers and students. You know what? The lecturer, the LECTURER, sang the song Let It Go in front of us, with cape, fake snow and, what's even more astonishing is that he even danced according to the official music video! Can you imagine that? I was so dazed and shocked that I thought I forgot to breathe. Interesting, very interesting.

I went to bed at 11.00pm and woke up at 3.40am. For your information, the morning sessions were held at 5.45am. If you are late for even a minute, oh dear, you are done for. Punishments. As I had only 4 to 5 hours sleep, I slept like a log, in contrast to those who still couldn't get used to the bed here.

Lastly, I would like to use this opportunity to express gratitude to our lovely and amiable seniors. Thank you for what you guys have done for us and good luck in your university days. Arigatō!

My Hobby, Again

I resume playing Heroes of Order and Chaos again, since I am not studying right now, I do not need to worry about the consequences of engrossing in that addictive game. Firstly, I like taking the role of support, aiding my team's fighters and mages. In fact, I am pretty good in using fox, whose role is to heal its teammates and buff them with protective spells. However, you must be able run fast, since healers are always targeted in a war.

Secondly, tank is my favourite too. Maybe I like supportive roles? I like using fish since it is a daunting task to kill it as it has almost unlimited amount of health point.

Thirdly, I like both fighters and mages equally. I used to like offensive heroes but now I don't feel like playing them as most of the players like using them. Therefore, I have no choice but to use guardians and supports to balance to team.

My Favourite Heroes
- Scoundrel
- King Reega
- Lebmont
- Equellia
- Ihaelryna
- Migrove

And I am not a professional player nor a ranker since I just play to pass time. That's all.

A New Journey, Another Story

I am going to enroll in Matriculation College soon, and I have mixed feelings about this imminent trip. Excited and frightened at the same time. Am I able to overcome the trials and tribulations of this new journey? Do I have the ability to fend for myself?

Anxious and afraid, I am. But I will still proceed with it. There is no point making baseless assumptions before I see things for myself. I will never know the sweetness of the grapes if I declare that they are sour even before tasting them. So what, go for it!

Someone asked me that whether I will feel homesick or not.

I replied, "I will only know it if I am there,"

You will never know unless you try it.

But I am sure that I will, just as the rest of the boarding school students. The life there might be thrilling and intriguing, however, we will still miss our parents and siblings at some point. So, when this happen, I will make sure that I drop my mother a line through Whatsapp and call them when I have free time on my hands.

So, what to do now? Help my family members with chores willingly. I certainly do not want to leave a bad last impression to them.

The Prize

This morning, I attended Majlis Anugerah Pelajar Cemerlang SPM at Seberang Perai Tengah district. The prizes are bestowed upon SPM students with outstanding results by the Penang State Government.

The prize comprised cash money and a certificate.

And it is not easy to get excellent results. Toiling for years is a must. Be an attentive listener. Complete your homework and do revision regularly. And lots of self-research. Sorry, no short cut here.

I don't know why but some people really look down on people who study hard. They say life should be enjoyed at all cost. Yes, enjoying life is not a bad thing, if you don't neglect both your role and responsibility.

If you refuse to work hard now, you will regret it later.

That is the my grandmother's daily mantra. She always reminds us the beauty of studying, and its importance in the working world.

My grandmother is the eldest among her siblings. She wasn't given a chance to pursue her education as she was obliged to take care of her younger siblings. And at that time, boys were prioritised before girls. And so, she would always tell us that we should study diligently when we are given the chances to.

Life is hard if you don't know a word or two.

Conclusion? Study hard.

My Hobby, Another Story

Did I mention that I'm an ardent swimmer? I swim during my free time and when I feel guilty about consuming too much junk food. What appears in your mind might be a petite girl wearing a sexy bikini immersing herself in crystal clear seawater. Sorry to disappoint you, but de facto, I usually wear a two-piece swimsuit that don't really expose much skin. Why? I know I'm a vain gal but I don't really want to risk getting myself darker when my skin is already honey-coloured.

And I rarely go to beaches. When was the last time I went to Batu Ferringhi? More than ten years ago. So where do I swim at? Public swimming pools.

Swimming is a healthy exercise. Besides boosting your physical health, the chance of you getting injured is minimal. Unless you slip and fall or crash into the walls of the pool. Or you drown. So although it is quite safe, still, it won't hurt to be more careful and alert.

Swimming gears comprise swimsuits, swimming caps (especially for long hair girls), swimming goggles and floats (optional). And sunscreens to reduce the risk of getting sunburn.

Freestyle looks cool, but it is more taxing compared to breaststroke.

Want to try swimming? Go ahead. It is very beneficial.

My Favourite Food

Again, this is not your typical grade school essay. This is simply an aimless rambling by a certain blogger who has a lot of free time. Please proceed with utmost prudence.

Hot and spicy food that can cause one's tears to flow like pipe water is my favourite. Call me crazy as you wish, but I really cannot survive even a day without spicy food. (Nah, just kidding, maybe a few days.) I, a Penangite, who grew up in an environment where street delicacies are prevalent, can actually be counted as a street food geek. And most of the foods here taste better when they are partnered with chili sauce, cili padi, or sambal. It's true.

Char Koay Teow, huanjio (chili in Hokkien) jeijei (a lot)!

And Prawn Noodles or Hokkien Mee usually comes with huanjio.

Let's get back to the topic.

Although the dishes stated above are spicy, but they are not in my Top 5 Favourite Food list. Tomyam Mee (Tomyam Noodles) comes the first, Penang Laksa the second, while the third is actually Nasi Kandar (something similar to Curry Rice). What about the fourth and the fifth? Nasi Lemak (which literally means Fat Rice) and Roti Canai (well, if you count the curry that is served together).

Well, some of the Penangites might rebuke that Penang Laksa or some other delicacies should come the first. But the list is personal, I mean, it only applies to me.

But then, I also like fast food like burgers and fries. What about pizzas? I like them too. Pastas? Same.

What about my waistline? *Scratch my head and look at my waist*

Still alright.

Just remember not to eat late at night.

The Name

I think most of the people are curious about the deviant and queer name of this blog.

Why "Quiserla"? 

Why not opt for other names like "My Personal Diary" or "My Blog"?

Here's the upshot: Quiserla is the name of my avatar.

Wait, maybe I'm a little ambiguous there. To provide an apt and satisfying answer to the question above, I must emunerate one of my childhood stories - I used to play games with my boisterous elder brother. Not your kind of ordinary game. It was a real-life RPG game. What do you need to create when you first enter a RPG game? Bingo, an avatar. And the avatar with the name Quiserla was actually bestowed upon me by my brother. So, technically, Quiserla is a given (avatar) name.

For the curious ones, the RPG game was known as Wxx Jxxx Game, which was named after the creator (which was my brother himself). And the world there was known as Solaris, I think. I was an adept mage, with high proficiency in numerous advanced magic spells such as magic blast, fire blast, tidal wave and etc.

Alright, now you get an idea of it, let me explain the mechanism of the game. You play using both hands, and you represent your avatar using left hand while you equip your weapon or interact with your right. For your left hand, extend your index finger and middle finger and close the rest of your fingers to represent your humanoid avatar. For your right one, you represent a staff, a sword, or something similar.

In a nutshell, my brother's great influence is the primary reason why this blog's name is Quiserla. Dismayed? You thought that there is a more poignant meaning behind it? Nah, I'm just your typical normal gal.

The Bookmark

I made a bookmark this morning! Interested?

The bookmark I made.

Materials:
white card/cardboard/card with white paper stuck on it, beige, yellow and orange colour papers (or any colours that match), ribbon/string/rope, orange butterfly decorative piece

Tools:
ruler, scissors, pencil, glue stick, hole puncher

Procedures:
1. Measure and cut a piece of 4.0cm x 12.0cm white card. (horizontal x vertical)

2. Measure and cut 3 pieces of 3.5cm x 3.6cm 3 different colour papers respectively.

3. Stick a piece of colour paper on the upper left corner, so that extra 0.5cm of the white card is exposed at the right side.

4. Stick another piece of colour paper 0.6cm below the first colour paper.

5. Stick the last piece of colour paper on the lower left corner, so that the distance between each colour papers is 0.6cm (it is, yes, you can try to measure).

6. Stick the butterfly decorative piece onto where you deem suitable (mine is at where I accidentally used too much glue and messed up the design).

7. Punch a hole at the upper end of the card.

8. Tie a six inches long ribbon to the card.

Then it is done!

Actually, if you scrutinise the picture you will see that I actually made a cleft there. I don't know why I did that, but I figure that it won't be necessary to include it in the steps.

But if you want to make it, just stick another piece of white paper on the original card before sticking the colour papers onto the card.

Good luck!

The Thought

I made my mother angry. She told me that I should just go to die. I guess she was extremely angry this time.

I was trying hard to help my mother. Really hard. However, she didn't feel that way. But to be honest, it was her attitude that triggered the argument, and I responded with a similar attitude with the same frequency as hers.

Maybe I should just go to die, which is easy peasy, at least to me. Open the balcony sliding door, and leap off the railings. Then it is done. And nothing can be done to remedy it.

I admit, I had this thought when my mother scolded me.

Maybe I should just commit suicide.

What's for living, when the person who had given birth to me asked me to go to die?

Help, anyone?

Help?

Maybe I should just die.

No, dismiss this thought! This is too dangerous!

I have to admit, I am actually a pretty good mood reader, if anyone's joyful or gloomy, I will know it right away, mostly from the tone of their voice, but sometimes from their complexion. Some people may claim that this is a good thing, but I would say, not most of the time. Sometimes, I will notice a subtle hint of anger from another person, I will respond with the same frequency as his or hers. And this incurs a never-ending altercation.

I am good at reading people, but very bad at controlling my own temper. So basically, I am a reflection of the person who is talking to me. I give my response accordingly. This is a bad thing, I'm hundred percent sure of that.

After writing these things out, honestly, I feel a lot better. So thanks, my personal diary!

The Sofa

My mother purchased a brand new sofa! The beige and brown sofa was sent all the way to my house's doorstep by the workers of the furniture shop, which eradicated our efforts to carry the heavy furniture from the ground floor of the apartment to the seventh floor. Well, fear not and rest assured, they took the lift, not the staircase.

So, let me comment on the sofa. Well, the four-seat sofa is relatively cosy and comfortable as compared to the previous one, and there is enough room for me to lie on it with extra space to put some stuffs.

And why am I writing an account on the new sofa? The reason behind it? I am attempting to recount something unexpected and unintended.

De facto, the reason is not that sophisticated nor that complicated. I am just trying to write something as I have nothing else to talk about. And this answer leads to another perplexing question:

Why did you start this blog?

To be honest, a motive existed in the first place. My respectful great aunt postulated that the best way to improve one's writing skills was to read and write more, and it was this wise statement that contributed to the birth of this blog - the one that jotted down the interesting, or perhaps unappealing stories of my simplistic life.

A piece of my mind. A blurt of hidden emotions. Or simply nonsensical stories.

I hope you find them amusing, enthralling or perhaps, inspiring. Thank you for reading.

The Hatred

I used to hate a person. She was rude and insolent, speaking without taking the other's thoughts into consideration. She thought she was the center of the universe and paid no heed to other people's advice, and acted without contemplation. I felt offended by her indifferent behaviour and I couldn't help but included her in my hate list.

There are people who tell me philosophies like, "if you hate someone, you're torturing yourself" or "you are irking yourself unnecessarily", which insinuate that hatred is unwise.

But hating a person, an object, or a situation, is perfectly normal. Hatred is a feeling of dislike that stems from our heart and mind when we spot something that is not to our liking.

However, hating people is an adverse behaviour, as excess time and thought are consumed, and we are afflicted with anger and frustration, while in meanwhile, things that are more meaningful can be done to contribute to ourselves, the society and the world.

How to ward off hatred? Try to understand the one you hate. Understand that person's circumstances and background, feel and imagine the way you would act if you are in that person's shoes. Then, maybe, your ill-feelings directed towards him or her will diminish.

Reduce hatred, and lead a better life in terms of mental health. Don't waste your life on something you hate, but instead, spend it with the ones you love wholeheartedly.

The Mishap

Today, I did an outrageous act - I accidentally caused my smartphone to take a bath. Well, a dip at most. I swiftly took my phone out from the pool of water. And I wiped the water droplets off using a clean cloth.

I am still not sure whether the incident I am going to describe later was related to the mishap above or not.

My smartphone was stuck in headsets mode. But my earphones were not even plugged in! What was going on? I tried to clean the headsets jack but to no avail. Then, online help forum popped up in my mind. I decided to give it a go by attempting one of the solutions provided in the forum. Guess what? The solution was:

Play a song or a video at high volume. Plug your headphones halfway in, and then fully in. Then, pull your headphones halfway out and then fully out. Repeat this process for umpteen times until you hear your phone's speaker playing the song or video.

If you hear it, congratulations, you have solved the problem.

Well, it worked! Hooray! Otherwise I would have to send my phone to the service centre since my phone is still under warranty (my phone is quite new). And to see that the new phone belongs to a clumsy owner. What a pity.

The lesson? Be a little bit more careful next time.

The Choices

Having an elder brother and a younger sister, I am the one having the least worries.

When I was still a child, I was never worried about my future route, as my brother was there to be the beta-tester for everything - kindergarten, primary school, tuition and etc. I would follow his footsteps.

Until he decided to get enrolled in an all-boys secondary school.

I was lost. I lost my only precious lead. Being too used to tread in other's shadow, uncertainty hit me for the first time. It was not possible for me to follow my brother anymore. That was when I make up my mind that I should make my own choice.

Would I choose the path I regret? Should I go for an all-girls convent school or an all-girls Chinese school? Should I choose an easier path that could guarantee my straight As result or a hard path that would require me to put in more effort to reap A+ for the relatively harder Chinese subject?

And I graduated from high school last year. Guess what? I studied in Chinese secondary school and managed to come back alive. Chinese subject was hard, and yes, marred my report card, but I did not regret taking it. The reason being I learnt how to study harder and more independently during that arduous journey.

The conclusion? No wrong choices exist. There are only easier or harder ones. No worries. Even if you end up choosing the harder one, you will survive the daunting ordeal and emerge just alright. And you will gain experience equivalent to the sweat and tears you pour.

My Hobbies

For the concerned ones, this is not your typical primary school essay. Please proceed with utmost caution.

I love animes and mangas with interesting plots, regardless of genre. But of course, no hentai! To be frank, I am not an avid otaku, but instead, a freelancer. So, I usually watch or read them when I am free. Free from studies, free from work and etc.

Regardless of genre? Are you kidding? No, I am not. I can tolerate shoujo animes as well as shounen ones. As long as the plot is compelling enough for me to stick my face onto the screen until the ending song of the last episode plays. For example, Steins;Gate, Parasyte -the Maxim- and Haikyuu!!. What about mangas? Masterpieces like Black Bulter and The World God Only Knows can keep me occupied the whole day.

Recently, I am more interested in "Webtoons", a new platform for Korean Manhwas to come to light. The word "Webtoons" is actually derived from "web" and "cartoons". There are a plethora of manhwas, from action to romance. Furthermore, the manhwas are mostly in full colour, have enthralling and fascinating plots, and you guess what - most of them are free. Well, it can be postulated as free as long as you exclude the price of your smartphone.

Here are some webtoons that I like, namely Noblesse, Tower of God and Cheese In the Trap. In my opinion, there are some distinct differences that draw the line between mangas and webtoons. Firstly, webtoons have plots that I can relate to my daily life, although some of them are fantasy stories that are completely different from the way our universe works. The human's personalities depicted are extremely realistic that they reflect the current social norms. The ways the characters react are also similar to what we would do if we were in their shoes. However, that is not the case for some mangas. But I still like reading both of them.

Secondly, webtoons are mostly in full colour whereas mangas are usually in black and white. But this does not concern me too much since I focus more on plot rather than artwork. Thirdly, webtoons are optimised to fit the screen of your smartphone while mangas are your typical book-sized comics. For mangas, you flip the pages. But for webtoons, you scroll.

Despite their differences, they are both enjoyable in their own ways. So why choose one of them? Read both.

The Questions

There are always people who keep asking me on how to study effectively. When I mull over this topic, I could not come up with a satisfying answer to this seemingly simple and innocuous question. De facto, there is no exact or correct answer. Only the answer that you find suitable exists. The ways that are perfectly tailored to you might be unsuitable to others. Here's some answers for the curious ones:

How often do you do revision?
Usually every day for at least half an hour, if there are no obstacles, namely extracurricular activities, school project and etc. And I rely heavily on tuition classes. (which is not very advisable)

Do you make a study schedule?
Usually, no. To be honest, I hate sticking to strict schedule. So, I would like to avoid that unless it is time for the worst possible scenario - school examination. I need it to keep track of my study progress, which is vital because sometimes I am forgetful.

Do you study all the time?
No, and yes. No for usual times. But yes when exams are around the corner.

Do you read other books except textbooks and reference books?
Yes. Newspapers, magazines, fictions, non-fictions, comics - to name a few.

Do you make your own notes?
It depends. Usually I don't do that, unless there is something that I find larruping hard to memorize, mind map is my primary choice. Well, usually my notes are in the form of mind maps.

Which is better? Study before or after the class?
Both are of equal importance. Studying before the commence of classes can help you to have a better understanding, while the latter strengthens your grip on the topic.

Any other tips?
Do a myriad of exercises. Don't be shy to ask when there is something bugging you.

These are all I manage to remember. That's all for now! Study hard in a smart manner!

The Mistakes

I tend to overthink things. A tiny mistake, an unintended offensive word - the scene rewinds again and again in my mind, and usually insomnia ensues. I always mull over details like what and how I should have done, although the scenario has already ended eons ago. This is a bad thing, I know. But I could not end this nightmare.

I try to write down my mistakes, but this action makes me contemplate over it even more. Concentrate on positive things? Of little avail. The moment I relax, the scene in which I have erred keep coming back to haunt me like a ghost. I tell myself, I will do better next time. But the scene will again, rewind and I will come to the same conclusion that I will achieve a better result next time. And it repeats again, I keep thinking the same thing over and over, until my body pass out from exhaustion.

Am I alright? I'm not, if I fail the test, I'm not, if I mess up the performance, I'm not, if I am told to make a hard choice. I am fed up with it. Some people can sleep soundly even if they have not completed their project that is due tomorrow. But I couldn't, I fret over even the smallest things.

This has gone disastrously awry. I cannot continue living like this, getting all jittery about nonsensical details.

But what should I do? I am lost.

Then I decide that I should talk to my best friend. She is a gracious and wise girl.

Who doesn't make a mistake? To err is human, so if you make a mistake, accept it and learn from it.

Now I feel better. I no longer feel that much guilt anymore. Although sometimes I still go through some episodes of the scary nightmare, I am no longer the same me. I will accept the past with welcomed hands.

Although I still overthink matters.

But I am no longer afraid of the mistakes I have made. But instead, I accept them as a part of myself.

The Shattered Hope

I always crossed my hands that I would get the same room as my classmates in Perak Matriculation College. After I pressed the "E-pendaftaran Online" button, my hope shattered. Indeed, I got room 2 while my friend got room 3, but they are one block apart. So the selection was random? I should have known it. We would not get the same room that easily. But still, larruping disappointment hit me.

Here's my biggest concern: Will I be able to survive with people I am not familiar with?

Once when I wanted to reject the matriculation offer, I was bombarded with "Why"s. Fear. Fear of living away from my family. Fear of living with strangers. Fear of doing things that I had never done before. "You will be living alone too, when you step into your tertiary education," was what my amiable counselling teacher told me.

Lao Tze once quoted: "There is no greater illusion than fear."

Don't fear fear itself. Fear is the powerful emotion that allows humans to survive in this day and age. Fear is the human instinct that has been protecting humans from predators, from catastrophes, from each other for eons. Embrace it. Make fear your weapon. Turn fear into your Excalibur. Then you will survive when the time comes, as you will no longer falter as you face adversities with tremendous courage.

So, don't mull over unchangeable matters but instead receive it with open hands. That the lesson for myself today!

The Old Hobby

Now that I think of it, I think I have forgotten to mention my most important trait - an otaku face. Yes, you're right! I am an anime otaku. This means I'm a game-cum-anime freak.

Here's the story: Due to my enthusiastic brother's influence, I was introduced to the gaming world pretty early in my childhood. I forgot when, but I used to play first-person shooter game, for example, Half-life and Halo. Don't look down on me just because I'm a gal, my headshots always hit right on the mark!

Besides, strategy games are also my cup of tea. Age of Empire? Empire Earth? Rise of Nations? Gathering resources, building civilisations, I held the prowess of a ruler! It was fun! My brother used to make custom EE's maps, so I was one of the testers for bugs and glitches!

After a few years, the market of smartphones and tablet bloomed, that was when Android and iOS games came in. Candy Crush was first introduced to me, but I found it boring and repetitive. I gave up on it pretty fast.

There are a few characteristics of games that I refuse to tolerate with: Firstly, I must wait for hours for something to be built (or a similar concept), the alternative, pay. Or, the game forces me to play it every day, otherwise my crops will wither off. Come on, I'm not that free! A game with no plot or with shaggy plot is a no-no. I prefer to play games with decent storylines and well-designed characters. Unless the gameplay itself is really outstanding, otherwise I will delete it right away.

My conclusion is, it is really hard to find a decent game nowadays. Regrettably, people don't seem to care, they are just content with playing games that are popular but not interesting. This is really a bad thing.

The above comments are solely my own opinions, if I somehow anger anyone out there, please accept my apologies. Thank you.

Hey, what about anime? I have forgotten it yet again. I will cover it whenever my memory doesn't fail me.

My Dream, Huh

After SPM examination, I was inundated with questions about my future plan. But the question that rendered me the most headache was this, "What is your ambition?" The truth was, I had no idea.

What should I become? For so long, the thought of getting into a university occupied most part of my brain, and never once I had considered what my ambition was. When I was still a toddler, my grandmother would convince me to become a doctor with incessant brainwashing.

Being a doctor can earn a fortune!

And we really looked up to those aunties whose children were doctors.

But now, the era has changed. Doctors are not the only ones out there who can earn a fortune. Nowadays, doctors are ubiquitous as the market is too saturated with them. And the government has decided to freeze the course for at least a few years. So, I won't be able to become one even if I want to. But then, I don't want to be a doctor in the first place. Do I hate the job? Nope. I just feel that my heart is not there.

So, what is my dream? I can't see my future self. Is that a bad thing? I guess not. I will fill in the blank when I decide on one. Bye then.

By the way, why are my posts getting shorter and shorter? Wait, does that mean that I should blurt out more nonsense?

A New Hobby

I am a girl. But I am not quite engrossed in Korean dramas like most of my peers do, and I remembered them chattering about "Descendant of The Sun" quite some time ago. Most of them were astonished when I revealed that I am actually a fan of games, for example Pokemon and Heroes of Order & Chaos.

Recently I was quite hooked on a certain role-playing game, namely Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney. The page-turner (not quite right here) plot and hilarious dialogues were keeping me occupied, eyes fixating on the screen, wanting to solve the case right away. Most of the witnesses were in contempt of court, lying to save their own tails, and in most cases they were the culprits themselves. So here's a lesson: The witnesses were guilty, if not because of murder, its perjury.

By the way, I quit Heroes of Order & Chaos a year ago, the reason - too addictive. It took up most of my time and was in the way of my studies. Moreover, I was going to sit for SPM (major examination for high school students) at the end of the year. Therefore, I mustered my courage to delete the application, and vowed never to download it again before I finish my exam. And now I am free from the addiction. Hooray!

For me, it is easy to quit a habit. Just forget it for a few days, or at least pretend to forget it, then the habit will be long gone. So is my plan to revise my notes at least an hour per day. I wonder if that is a good thing or not?

A New Journey

To the concerned ones: 
This blog exists solely for my own entertainment purpose. So, if I accidentally irate anyone out there due to my indifferent comments, please forgive me, really, I don't mean them. 

I have to make a choice, a hard one. Where should I continue my studies after high school? Going for the sixth form, matriculation, foundation, or A-level? Each of them has its own pros and cons. And the destination is the same, to pursue my degree and venture into the working world.

Here's the gist: I was offered to study at matriculation college a few weeks ago, which is the start of my dilemma. Should I go for it? I was never allowed to leave my house for camps due to my overprotective helicopter parents. So living myself? An arduous journey. Fending for myself? I don't know what to think anymore.

So, my mother told me to opt for the one I wanted. But the thing is I don't even know it myself. Matriculation program sounds tempting, yet challenging. The sixth form is hard, but I think I will be able to prevail over it. Should I follow the flow of my classmates who choose matriculation without further ado, or should I be the queer one by taking the sixth form, which accounts for more time and efforts?

I don't follow my friends' footsteps. I choose my own route. So, I will go where my heart guides me to,

O, my heart, where do you want to go?

After considering for many days, I have decided that I should take up a brand new challenge: the matriculation program. Now that I have made up my mind, I can finally sleep peacefully tonight. Off to prepare for my new journey!