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.

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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.

Tata~

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

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.

Why?

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~

Tata~

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)

Sleepy Over With Pavi~

Reposting this because there’s this b*tch called ‘glinch,’ posted 25/01/2018.

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Hi hi~

Finally, the long overdue post! How long has it been? *face palm

Continuing from the past, when I visited Pavi in Seremban and surprised the hell out of Pres by popping out in front of his aunt’s house like a mushroom on a rainy day.

Pavi and I reached home around midnight-ish, much to my parents’ dismay, as I was supposed to come back together with my cousins. We arrived, planned our outfits (Pavi borrowed my clothes uoollls~ Pavi the adorable petite girl wore my humongous clothes) for tomorrow as we’re going out with my aunties and cousins, talked for a while and slept. The next day, it was a normal routine, nothing too extraordinary.

My whole family (- my dad) and Pavi went to IOI City Mall and boy, Pavi was excited! It was her first time there, you see. We ate and shopped (well, obviously, I did most of the shopping. More like, I’m the only one who shopped xD) and play around. Again, nothing weird.

Fast forwarded to that night, I have to go to Pavilion with my cousins and Pavi was worn out. With a heavy heart, I left her back at home to become my sister’s play toy. Neither that I know; they hit it off really well! Duh, they’re both born after the first born. Words I choose to use xD

The trip to Pavilion was boring, which was odd, because I love Pavilion, but the incident that occurred back at home was hilarious. Pavi called a friend of ours and boy was he shocked! From the very beginning, that friend of ours thought that Aqila (my younger sister) was me. According to him, our voice sounds the same, the way we talked, our accent; they’re the exact replica of each other. Ew. When we met that friend a few days later, he still can’t believe that he was talking to Aqila and not me. Ergh, boys xD

Nothing much really happened during the sleep over, the next day, we went to campus like usual and that’s all. Hahahahaha xD Just enjoy some photos below~

The moment we reached home, a photo of proof for Pres

Uhmmm…

The bat and its sidekick

Look at how big my clothes is on her

Well isn’t she pretty<3

Tata~

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P.S. Sorry for the bad post quality. I’m in a slump and it has been a while since I last write something. Do forgive me, I will write more often to practice my writing.

Triggered Memories

Hi hi~

A few minutes ago, I finished watching this one movie. The movie was divided into a few movies(?) or so. I sound so dumb, but yeah. The last part of the movie was out, watched it, disappointed, though, I shed tears during the ending.

There is this one movie that I have been wanting to watch since I was 15. It was a spin off from a book which I’ve known since the young age of 13, but I only began reading it during my last year of middle school. Cici/Ardella, my darling BFF read it first, then she told me it was a fine, fine book. You freak! That thing is not something a 15 years old should read! Oh well, who cares.

The both of us become obsessed with it! We’ve probably read the book a gazillion times. We practically memorized the whole series. You have no idea how excited we were when we found out that a movie was in the making. From the casting to the first shooting and to the private life of the actors. We knew it all. We were screwed, in a way.

The first movie was released in 2015. We were 17, Cici and I went to different schools, as usual, but we were like monkeys! Jumping up and down, enthusiastic as the premiere date was getting closer. Nevertheless, heaven brought its peace upon us. To prevent two crazy 17 y/o girls to watch such movie, it was banned in Malaysia. I know you can probably guess the movie by now. It’s my favourite book, uoolllsss!

Bla bla bla

As usual, I’m not really fond of the movie premiere. So there I was, sitting, laying down watching the last part of the trilogy, the cut one, thus resulting in a very disappointed Allya. It was fun, I was laughing, literally reciting each line in the movie (memorized the whole book), but during the ending, I cried.

My favourite song was playing (from the movie) and they played back those clips from the first movie until the last. You see, I have a very terrible, troublesome, annoyingly annoying case of saying goodbyes. I hate goodbyes. I’m bad with it. Especially when it gave me lots of memories.

As they playback the memories-clip thingy, my own memories started to move, it geared up. Yes, memories are machines xD

I remember those days where I read that book during those long but packed morning assemblies. I remember the time I told my classmates on how good those books actually are, if you look at it from a different perspective. How they made fun of me, how I made fun of them back, how we insulted each other’s fetishes.

Talking about how college life will be? How working life will be? How marriage life will be?

Other than the last part, all of us have now experienced it. From that same-cycle-everyday student to a never-the-same-event-in-a-row kind of person; my classmates and I have grown. We’ve experienced things we never knew existed. We meet new people, there’s also a new environment, new tasks. Nevertheless, by the end of the day, your school friends are just there for you; no matter how hard you tried to remove them.

As you’re reading this, you must think, ‘This girl is crazy, you can’t have that much connection with your school friends.’ But hey, we’re just close, alhamdulillah.

Look at it this way, you’ve been seeing that person for a decade, every single day, yes, sometimes even during the weekends. You talk to them, you laugh with them, you fight with them, you experience grief and sorrow, but also pure bliss, happiness. One day, bam, they’re just gone and you’re out of your comfort zone. Unless you’re just an oddball, you’ll miss that weird, tingly sensation of being with those forced-to-be-friends-but-ended-up-being-our-good-friends-since-we-see-each-other-everyday friends. What?…

I love college, I really do, but there is just something about being with your school friends. The last time you met them was a year ago, maybe, but there is no tension, no awkwardness. It feels comfortable, calming, stress-free; unless there’s a drama going, which will not be cute anymore as we’re 20 y/o this year.

Whenever I feel stressed out about life, I reached out to them. They’re my comfort zone, as creepy as it sounds, I’m so going to stick with you forever, guys! I will leach on like a parasite, remember Science Form 3? Yeah, I’m going to be that.

As this book and movie have been with me for quite sometimes; my friends have been with me for a long time. The memories I have, good and bad, they made me who I am today. You can’t just get rid of it and I don’t want to. My stories with them are a tale which I want to pass on to my children, possibly to my grandchildren as well. My whole life was filled with them, they play a huge part in my life, other than my family.

I don’t miss that everyday-school routine, but I do miss their laughs, their jokes, their sassiness, their dumbness, their everything. I’m holding back my tears as I’m typing this post.

This movie was supposed to be my happy pill, but why do I feel sad? Then I remembered, my schoolmates are my happy pills, this movie reminds me of them. A group of people whom I used meet every day without a doubt, but now, we can only see each other in the cyber world. After all, we are CYBERjaya’s graduates. *laughing at my own puns*

The movie may disappoint me, but the ending did its justice. It made me realize on how important memories can be. They’re my treasure, they made me grow, and they taught me love do extend beyond family members.

My schoolmates, I am blessed with such an amazing group of friends. I hope we can create our own legacy and help those who are in need. As everyone is special in a different kind of way, let’s create an empire!

Fighting! And I miss you guys, a lot! ❤

Tata~

 

M2H Life: I FLUNKED MY SPM?

Hi hi~

Amazing title, huh? Who in the world announced that they flunked their SPM (high school)?

Some may think my result is 50/50, but to me, it was bad.

Like, bad BAD.

I scored 3 A’s out of 10 subjects. Thankfully, I didn’t fail any subjects and my lowest mark is a C. Hmmm. I’m quite proud of that. Physic, C. YES!

Before I start, I took SPM back in 2015 which was two years ago. I don’t want to start the intro with the ending (which I’ve already did), so let’s go back to 2014; the time I had to choose my major.

I scored 6 A’s and 2 B’s for my PMR (middle school, we were the last batch of PMR candidates) and I know, it sounds bad, but I kinda ran away from the hospital the night before PMR. My mother, my sister and I were down with dengue. Mine was not as bad as my sister, probably, I mean, I’m alive and kicking, alhamdulillah.

All the paperwork was done for me to take the PMR at the hospital, bedridden, but hey, this is Allya we’re talking about here. I want to be with my friends! In the end, with the help of my grandma (who came all the way from Indonesia), I was able to sneak out from the hospital. Dramatic much?

Nah, I didn’t really sneak out. I forced my way out, legally. My dad did all the discharged procedures (a.k.a. paying a huge amount of money to the hospital as they woke-me-up-every-three-hours-to-check-my-conditions-but-ordered-me-to-sleep-and-get-more-rest). The point here is that I wasn’t allowed to be discharged yet, but smarty old me begged those nurses whom I kept calling to my room every now and then so that I have someone to talk to because Allya just can’t stop talking.

That night, I got a good night sleep in my own comfy bed, with no nurses coming back and forth to check my state of health (physically? Good. Mentally? Bad!) Although, my grandma probably didn’t sleep as much xD

In conclusion, I sat for PMR while being heavily drugged to prevent me from collapsing and to numb those under-the-skin itches. That is why I didn’t shed a single tear during the result announcement. During my UPSR (primary school) result announcement day, I cried a river. Pffft… Embarrassing, emotional Allya.

I was actually shocked that I scored that better-than-average result. Back then, most of my friends already went up the stage, while I was lounging around with an almost-crying Lesbong. During the 6 A’s result announcement, my name was called first, then Lesbong’s. If I knew about it, I would’ve dragged that girl along with me. She was a mess! Urrrghhh! After us were Dania and Fahmi (not sure about the order, I kinda forgot), while the rest is history.

Skip forward to January 2014. My second day as a high school student. We had to attend the three days orientation and on the second day, the teachers have assigned us to whatever major they think suits us best. Surprisingly, my name was on the ‘medical doctor’ class, the pure science class; the first class. Only Fahmi and I were the only one with results less than 7 A’s. We were allowed to change majors, and somehow, most of my friends from middle school (who scored less than 7 A’s) apply for the pure science major (they were assigned to the ‘engineer’ class, technical science class), but some of us from the pure science class wanted to be an art major student.

Guess what, we weren’t allowed to change. The reason? The pure science class will be empty (those who applied to pure science class from technical science class wanted to be with their friends. Don’t say that’s not the biggest reason, guys!) and our school will ended up being weird.

To summarize all that, we were actually forced to enter the pure science class. Nevertheless, we’re not blaming our teachers. I am not blaming my teachers. They put me in that class because they know I can excel in that field. I did, actually. I ranked in the top 5 ranking out of the whole school/batch. Unfortunately, that ended during my Form 4 final exams.

I took a break from school for a month. I didn’t do it for fun, I was sick.

My finals were a week after my one-month-sick break. Do you think I’ll study when I was down with such terrible sickness?! No! I did a Naruto marathon. From episode one to Shippuden episode hundred something. I learnt a lot from it, such an amazing anime, with lots of life lesson and A LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT of SHIPPING~ Done.

What kind of result do you expect me to get? A 10 out of 10. Hell naaa~ I don’t remember it… But I was still in the top 10 or 20… Whatever.

What I remember though, was my Chemistry result. Starting from the very first Chemistry exam until the last one before finals, my marks were top notch. Not a perfect 100%, but my mark was the highest one. Okay, maybe one of the highest one. Nope, I’m sticking with the highest one to make it more dramatic.

Guess, guess!!! Guess what I got for my Chemistry finals~~~~~~~~~~

23%

A fail, GAGAL!

As much as I love the color red, I hate to see it on my report card. However, I don’t have a report card; a manual one. They’re all available online. So there’s no red pen marking whatsoever; just that annoying ‘G’ which means ‘gagal’ or fail.

My Chemistry teacher ignored me for months. She gave me the stink eye, cold shoulder. It’s my fault anyway, we’re okay now. I am just too adorable (persistent) to be ignored~

Neither did I know that it’ll be downhill from there, for my marks obviously, life was great!

My marks were tumbling down. I was one of my school’s hope, but it went down the drain; just like that. Especially during the SPM result announcement. Our results were so bad, I cried hysterically, not for me, but for my friends.

Now, every time people asked me on what I scored for SPM, most of them were shocked. I’m a dean list student on my campus. During my foundation year, my GPA and CGPA are almost a perfect 4.0; making people questioned my unbelievably bad SPM result.

Nope, I’m not the type to regret anything, as my past shaped me into who I am today. My SPM result is bad, true, but there’s nothing to be ashamed of it. Why you ask? Because I deserve that result.

My whole Form 5 year or my final year in high school was filled with anything but studying. I may be able to get a straight A if I studied, but meh. I have a goal that year and it was not to score well in SPM; it was to have the fun of my life, something I will never get to experience again.

A bad SPM result? You can just repeat it, or go on with your life. But missing out that last high school moment; that’s just sad. Don’t get me wrong, a good SPM result can help you on getting a scholarship and entering a good college, but no one ever tells you about all those fun that you’ll be missing out!

People will only talk about studying and getting a good result on your final year, but how about those good-times memories? Those memories that you can only make during your final moments as a school student. Those memories that you’ll be telling your children and grandchildren.

That is why, I didn’t regret my decision for making that year, all about playing around. I did study, but not much. I laze around more than I clean that 150cmx75cm dusty study table of mine.

My teachers will probably kill me if they read this post, but hey, at least I’m a 4-flat student now! Almost, 4-flat student and most of my friends are dean’s list-ers as well.

I don’t know about the others, but the reason why I got a decent result during my foundation year was because I’m taking something that I want. No one was forcing me to take whatever course they chose, I am the one living my life, so I will decide on which course I’ll take. As I am stepping into a new territory, the only thing I’m familiar about is studying. That’s why I studied, a bit, tehee.

To those who are taking SPM, don’t stress on studying. Be free, rebel, hang out with your friends, and savor those everyday, normal occurrences. A little high school drama here and there can spice up your life; don’t worry, unless you’re just childish, it’ll be nothing but a sweet, stupid memory later on. Study smart, not hard. I used to find that saying ridiculous, but hey, study when you want, don’t force it. Don’t do your homework if you don’t want to, just rest and relax. Unless your teacher is a psychopath, the worse that can happen is being spanked by a cane. Done that, did that. I skipped doing my homework so much; I’ve tasted all kinds of punishments. Aaaah, such memories.

As for those who are waiting for their SPM result, do not worry. Benda dah jadi. It’s not like you can turn back time. Pray to God and leave it to Him to decide, as you’ve did all the effort. If you’re blessed with an amazing result, alhamdulillah, but if not, do not worry, your life is not over yet! There are a lot of other options out there, I’ll be more specific on a different post. Just remember, you’ve done it all. Whether you did your best, or your worst, just like Elsa from Frozen sang, the past is in the past♫♪♪ Don’t forget about the memories you made during that one whole year. No matter how bad it is, there must be some good in it.

This post is getting too long xD I’ll end it here. In the end, I am not ashamed of my ‘flunked’ SPM result, though I am also not proud of it. However, the things, the memories, the life that I experience while not making studying my first priorities are irreplaceable. Things that I did with my decade-long friends and my we-just-met-for-a-year friends are not only in my mind but also my heart. The good ol’ days.

Tata~

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P.S. This is my personal opinion based on my own experience. I’m not judging anyone nor am I dissing SPM. It wasn’t easy for me to make that kind of decision as well. Being an Indonesian living in Malaysia, I always tried my best, not wanting for my country to be dissed. But sometimes, you just got to be selfish and do what you want, as long as you think it through; the pros and the cons.