Shopaholic Runs in the Family.

Hi hi~

To dear reader(s) out there, I am currently in Indonesia; more like I’ve been here since last year. *dramatic eye roll*

Time passed by slowly and I am bored. I gained weight, I have pimples all over my face, I look like sh*t and feel like one as well. Though funnily enough, my digestive system has been doing a very good job being on time these days (which is a rare sight, I suffer from diarrhea every day).

So, without further ado, I will now write about what happened on the day I went shopping with my Yangti (grandma).

It was not like any other day. I woke up with a bright smile on my face because I can finally dress up and show it to the world. You see, I have been wearing my pjs with a full face make up while lounging around the room for weeks, so when I heard we’re going to go out, I greeted the day with a wide grin.

Fast forward, Yangti and I were shopping for my cousin’s camping necessities at this one store. After buying what was needed, we wanted to go to Gramedia (book shop) which is situated around 300 meters from the current store. As it is within a walking distance, we decided to walked there. Allya being the observant one, spotted a furniture store. Its huge, but is hidden from the public view. I nonchalantly mentioned it to Yangti. Neither that I know it was a huge mistake; at least from my point of view.

The women in my mother’s family love to decorate. Be it interior, landscape or even food; we do it all. Thus obviously, we entered the store. Yangti was greeted by this salesman and in a blink of an eye; I was left alone at the first floor. I found a few amazing furniture and decorations, but unfortunately, my mother didn’t agree with me. Bummer.

Imagine how amazing it is to have such a majestic dining table.

Both of my spirit animals. Be as fierce as a tiger and laze around like a lion.

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Gonna name them after my ex (pffft… like you have any, you single-since-born lady)

Therefore, left was the poor granddaughter window shopping alone, that is, until her grandmother ascended downstairs. Exaggerated, I know. Yangti was smiling, but not that good friendly loving smile. It was a sly one; she looks just like me when I want a new shoe or bag from my dad.

I glared at the poor innocent salesman who was just doing his job.

While squinting my eyes judging my grandma, she giggled. Yes! She was giggling like a school girl!

She told me she bought a wooden swing and two sets of benches and picnic tables. They’re made out of teak wood (kayu jati) for God sake! I don’t have to see the price tags to know they’re worth more than my college fees. Heck, I have not seen any price tag since the moment I enter the shop.

After telling me those impulse buys, she told me they’re under my name since she’s too old to buy one (in Indonesia, if you want to buy expensive furniture, you have to show your ID and license. Usually people above 65 years old are not allowed to buy it, unless they don’t want any warranty).

I was stunned. She asked for my ID and driving license while giggling, making her way to the cashier. At first, I hesitated to give her those two things, but then my mom popped into my mind. She’s an impulse buyer as well. I always shop with my mother to prevent her from buying not-so-worthy-and-not-needed things. Then, I remember… me. I am too an impulse buyer, but the things that I buy are mostly needed and cheap. My grandma on the other hand… shocked the heck out of me xD

Bla bla bla, the rest of the day was history. I am still in daze of what happened that day. Nevertheless, I can now use it as an excuse. I like to collect shoes but both my grandma and mom always complain about it, a lot. I can now use their shopaholic-ness against them. *evil smile*

If you think I’m a shopaholic, then you gotta meet Yangti. She’s way beyond my limit. While an RM 500 shoe is my limit; my grandmother loves to collect furniture made out of teak wood. I guess that’s the difference between an aristocrat and a peasant. I’m the peasant, obviously, a broke college student xD

That is all for today.



M2H Life: Islamophobia in a Muslim Populated Country?

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It has been a while, my dear readers. If I have any that is. Haks.

Today, like any other day, I was watching YouTube and stumbled upon a video about Muslim Woman In America which you can watch here.

There were four women and each of them has a story to tell. By being in a non-dominant Muslim country, I understand their fear of wearing hijab and so on, but surprisingly, some of their stories are actually positive. It made me realize the world is changing, little by little. True, there are bad guys, but the number of good and great people out there is uncountable. Thus, it made me remember a past story which I found hilarious; however, after watching that video I realized that it is anything but hilarious.

The incident occurred a few months back when I was on a holiday in Indonesia, my real country (yes, just in case you haven’t notice, I am an Indonesian). As you all know, Indonesia have the largest Muslim population in the world. 12.7% Muslims reside in Indonesia, that’s around 227 million; according to Google. People wearing hijab are not an odd sight, mosques are scattered everywhere and Islamic education are being taught in almost every school (except other religion school, ex: Catholic School). Therefore, there shouldn’t be any Islamophobia in this country, right?

Well, you are WRONG!

I was sitting in a well-known café located in one of Indonesia’s biggest shopping mall doing God knows what. It was a peaceful afternoon and I was immersed in whatever I was doing, when suddenly a group of people came over to me. There were about seven to eight people; three fully grown men and the rest were women, all purely Indonesian. One of the men taps my table quite harshly to get my attention and he did, I looked up.

While looking all menacingly scary (not) he said,

“Gak usah sok alim deh pake abaya. Ini Indonesia, bukan Arab. Nanti malah dikira teroris loh!”

English: Don’t act all holy wearing abaya. This is Indonesia, not Arab. People will think you’re a terrorist!

Another equally menacing (not) woman chirped while smiling smugly,

“Biar aja di tangkap! Rasain, pake so Arab segala pake abaya.”

English: Let her be caught! In her face, acting like an Arabian wearing abaya.

(Gosh, the English translation makes it sound so kind)

Here’s the thing, I am not a helpless maiden in distress who can’t fight back, but they’re not worth my time, not to mention my quite expensive new stilettos. Obviously, I can’t use my strength (I was in public), thus all I have is my brain.

Just like how I usually get what I want in Indonesia, I spoke in English while showing that all-teeth-1000-megawatt smile (because they don’t deserve my gigawatt smile).

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Can you speak in English, please? My Bahasa Indonesia is quite bad.”

I swear my accent was not exaggerated… Maybe a little, I kinda go all Sherlock on them. Hahahahaha xD

Just like almost every Indonesians that I’ve met, they scattered away like rats. Excuse my choice of word, but hey, I’ll use whatever word that I want, they were mean.

Afterwards, I sat back and continue what I was doing. The incident slipped through my mind as it doesn’t seem like a big deal, until now. It made me realized at how close-minded my country’s citizens are, some of them.

Okay, I can’t wear abaya because I’m in Indonesia, then why are you wearing short shorts and bralettes? Hey, this is not a western country, this is Indonesia; you have to wear kebaya and batik everyday, everywhere, got it! Is that it?

What saddens me more is the fact two women from the mice group do wear hijab. There were also people around me who wear hijab, but no one said a word. I’m lucky that I can defend myself, but what if I’m a real maiden in distress? I don’t need a prince charming; a kind soul-hearted soul who backs me up is enough.

I am still in disbelieve that it happened to me. On that day, my Arabian feature was more prominent as I was wearing my grey lens and did a smoky eye makeup, but I guess from the side, I still look like an Indonesian thanks to my adorably flat nose xD (Although thanks to my English accent, the I-am-a-foreigner-look was a total success)

That everyone, occurred in my own country at a prestige shopping mall during a pack lunch hour. Don’t worry people, Indonesia is still known for their people’s kindness (although not as much as before), so don’t let these little group of people whose brain is the size of a mouse’s feet hinder you from coming here. Trust me, Indonesia is a worthy place to visit and not just Bali (yes, Bali is one of Indonesia’s many islands). It is not only a place where you can experience luxury, but also a soul-searching trip as there are many underprivileged who can teach you a thing or two about life.

Last but not least, I finally understand the feelings of Muslims who are a minority in their country. I always thought it wasn’t a big deal, but if I was threatened in the most populated Muslim country in the world; I’m pretty sure theirs are scarier.

I sincerely hope the world can be a better place. Although it’s hard, akhir zaman they said.


P.S. To get the picture, the outfit I was wearing that day was not a niqab and abaya kind of style. I was wearing a modern black and grey abaya, with blue skinny jeans (like skinny, skin tight, skin) and black stilettos. Ah, not to mention my favourite glitter bag. It’s like the outfit below, but change the sneakers to heels.

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Who’s Dating Who?

*An update from yesterday’s post*

Those human beings are being cruel. People only want to believe what they want to believe. News A said A and News B said B, it is two different things, but usually people will believe the juicier one without caring about the individuals involved.

It was already stated that Payel and the Malaysia’s minister have nothing to do with each other. She’s a victim in this situation. I get it, people keep saying she’s riding the road to famous-dom by using the minister’s name, but hey, there’s not all too it. Do you think about the burden that comes with it?

She is being cursed by people, bombarded with questions regarding the news, weird people messaging her, heck some even cursed at her because she’s not accepting their friend request on Instagram.

The minister himself has put an end to the flames of questions by releasing an article saying he is in fact, single and ready to mingle; not in love and ready to be off the market.

Payel is one of the strongest girl I know, but the world is a scary place. People, strangers should just back off and mind their own business. True, her Instagram post was a bit misleading, but that doesn’t give people the right to judge her. We make mistakes all the time, also, who knew a single photo with a famous person cause the country to be in a havoc. Well, Payel is an intelligent beauty, she deserve to shake her country with her presence.

End of the rambles, please stop this whole cyber-bully. Just in case you bullies out there do not know, we can take legal actions and the one at lost will be you.

Hi hi~

First thing first, Indonesia is in a crisis, terror attacks here and there. I was in this depressing mood the other day, when something funny happened.

My school friends suddenly bombarded me with questions about Payel. I mean, I get it, they knew her because she’s a friend of mine, but what’s with this sudden interest? I haven’t been keeping up with the news that day because all that popped into my notification were about the bombing incidents.

A few hours after I ignored my friends’ questions, I finally got an answer. Payel was all over the news xD She was the rumored girlfriend of this one young minister from Malaysia. I cracked out loudly! No wonder my friends were suddenly interested in her. She’s a beauty, yes, but for people to actually ‘sebok’ about her life, that’s something.

To my dear Payel, if you’re reading this, you made my day girl! Legit, it was hilarious, but it surprised me at first. Don’t forget, I have to be your wedding planner, okay! Hihihihihihihi, the end of this year is also fine, the deadline can be reach xD

This is something that I will remember forever and something that I want to jot down; keeping a record of my friends’ histories. One day, they’ll have no choice but to remember their past. Haks.


P.S. They’re not in a relationship.

P.P.S. The news was posted in Utusan Malaysia as well and is all over Youtube! My dad just sent me a link to the video. Who knew the girl whom I shared a single sized bed almost every night for three months ended up being Malaysia’s most searched girl xD


Hi hi~

As you all know, Malaysians were busy yesterday (9th May 2018) and a lot are currently in joy. I am not a Malaysian, but I can feel their happiness. Imagine being disappointed by someone who was supposed to protect you, the PRU14 result will go down in history.

Tun Mahathir Mohamad is Malaysia’s most well-known prime minister (for his greatness). Known for his achievements in building most of Malaysia’s iconic places. For Indonesians, Tun Mahathir Mohamad was our president’s, Pak Soeharto; one of his close friend. Well, honestly, I’m not sure whether they’re friends or not.

One thing for sure, those two amazing people plus Lee Kuan Yew are known as the old-guard of the older generation in South East Asia and unfortunately for Indonesia and Singapore; both of our guardians have passed away, but Malaysia on the other hand are entering a brand new era with the help of their long-time guardian. The tiger economies; Tun Mahathir Mohamad can finally show us his claws again, this time I hope he will pierced his claws way deeper than he did before so Malaysia will be fine for at least another 50 years, if God is willing.

So why the 13 years later?

I first moved to Malaysia back in mid-to-almost-the-end of 2005. Back then, the prime minister was Tun Abdullah Ahmad Badawi. I was only a six year old girl, who was a bit interested in politics, but hey, what does a six year old know? Years passed, I grew up, became more mature, learnt new things, basically, I changed. Although, I was not the only one who changed, Malaysia did too. Some parts were better, but some were worse. Thankfully, most of the people I know went through it all successfully.

I’ve experienced around two elections in Malaysia, three including this one. As for the first two elections, I was still a school student, my knowledge was limited and in our tradition, a teen who is too obsessed with politics is no-no. Fortunately, Allah swt. gave me the chance to experience this whole PRU14 thingy (even though I’m currently in Indonesia) and as I’m more intelligent than I was before, this time around, I can understand most of the things that are happening.

Indonesians are in for a feast next year, as it’ll be our turn to vote; to choose our president. Indonesia’s politics and people are way more twisted than Malaysia’s. I love my country, I really do, but sometimes, I really wish we can just follow Malaysians. Follow the good example and prevent the bad from happening, Indonesia’s youth should act their age for once. Don’t dress like a 30 y/o when in fact you’re only 20 but with the mind-set of a high schooler. I’m not saying all youth in Indonesia are like this, I’ve met a lot of them who are mature enough to handle critics and crude remarks, but those who are still ‘immature’ should prevent themselves from getting into politics because trust me, they’re an embarrassment.

Okay hmmm… Such a negative paragraph. It was supposed to be a happy one.

Nevertheless, congratulations to Tun Mahathir Mohamad and also to my fellow Malaysian friends who voted for him (or support him as most of my friends are only 20 y/o and Malaysia’s legal age is 21). That loud cheer from Indonesia is from me. I am ecstatic and I can’t imagine how happy most of my friends are. I hope everything will turn out for the better for Malaysia and one day, I wish to brag about how I get to witness this historical moment.

The moment when a 92 (almost 93) year old man who had served his country for 22 years rises from his slumber, with full vigour to make his country a better place, not only for the current generation, but also for the future generation. His spirit and passion is something I long for; I wish I can have as much oomph as he does and I hope Indonesia will be next; to have such a historical moment where the citizens fully believe in the change a leader can make.

That is all for today, tata~

P.S. I love how the brand new parliament have like everything. From legends to younguns, men to women. Aaaaah~ This calls for a celebration!


M2H Life: Past – Future

Hi hi~

I’m back in Malaysia, finally! But I have to go back to Indonesia in two weeks. Hiks. This was not the original post I wanted to publish, but oh well~

I just arrived home after meeting a school buddy of mine. It has been around six months since I last met this friend. We talked and talked. Thanks to that, I am now sitting in my room, writing this post with a relieved heart.

True, I did receive a not so good news from this friend of mine, but there’s just something calming about meeting an old buddy. I’ve realized this for quite some time now; my school friends are my happy pills.


Befriending them was not a choice, but staying in contact with them, thinking about them, praying for them, they’re all mine to decide. A friend or two may have scarce themselves, but the rest are still bonding and I hope we will still be so in the future, aamiin.

I wrote about this in one of my previous post, about how much my school friends meant to me. Graduating from high school was a blast, but it also left an empty spot in my heart, thus when I met one of them, the spot healed. We didn’t do much, didn’t spend much.

I’ve found my stress reliever.

I can talk as much as I want ✔

I can be myself  ✔

I can hear about the latest gossip (about my friends) ✔

Also, you can just meet up with them anywhere and anytime (as long as both parties are free). Although it’s not exactly the same; it’ll be like the past.

I am hoping, as much as I love these annoying creatures, how much I care for them, how much I cherish them; they’ll think of me in the same way. It’s fine if they don’t, it’s fine if they have someone else, as long as they’re happy, s’all good.

Gosh, I sound so creepy xD It’s like reading an obsessed fan’s fan letter xD

Dear future Allya, if you’re reading this, do remember on how much these people meant to you. Once in a blue moon, taking them for granted is fine and letting go of those who want to be let go is also fine, but no matter what, probably, half of your great and joyful memories are filled with them.

The PAST, the reason why I am how I am today. Filled with joy and sorrow, but a never-ending care. The place where I seek comfort in.

The PRESENT, the good and the bad. My motivator and Achilles heels. The place where I seek comfort in.

The FUTURE, the reason why I am striving hard. For wanting everyone to succeed and live a peaceful life. The place where I seek comfort in.

As you can see, other than my family, they’re the one I want to find comfort in. I find people who want to get rid of their high school memories are dummies. No matter how painful school life was, there’s always a happy moment (unless you’re a pessimist, no offense to pessimist out there) and you have to thank those experience as they make you who you are today. And your children will be that pitiful soul who never get to meet their parent’s school friends, meaning, they will have less life-experience talk. Boring.

You learn from the past. The happy can be kept, for it to be open on a bad day and the sad can be a lesson, to make you wiser.

One of the key to be successful is to see a silver lining in every dark cloud. I am not a successful person myself, but I pat myself on the back for being able to see the good in everything. It lowers the stress level and you’ll feel like you’re walking on a flower petals road (anime style, with petals flying everywhere and pop! Your destined love is in front of you) because your heart is filled with positive energy.

I should stop, this is getting nowhere.

Again, one of my biggest wish is for us (my school friends and I) to stay close forever, in hoping, everyone will succeed together and we can finally brag about it. Just kidding! Let us all be billionaires who will succeed in life and Jannah! Let’s be that crazy group of alumnus that will rock the world~


P.S. I am no perfect friend myself. Sometimes, even when I know my friends are in trouble, I didn’t do much. I am not ignoring them, but sometimes I heard their problems from other people. Unless it’s life-threatening, I don’t want to bother their life unless they want me to. As burdensome my life is (trust me, I’m kinda like burden-free these days), there will always be a space for your shenanigans, my friends. I’ve been making this ‘room’ for more than a decade, so there should be enough space for everyone (unless all of you decided to become serial killers, this one I can’t help xD)