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!