Embrace your heritage

Such a vague title huh. To those who didn’t know, I’m an Indonesian who has been living in Malaysia since mid-2005. It should be around 12 years since I first came to Malaysia; to live, not for a holiday. A lot of things have changed and most of them are bearable. The Indonesians-are-all-poor mindset has disappeared gradually. True, some are still narrow minded, but they’re a minority.

My name, it’s quite unique; spelling of my middle name. Meh, even my first name is a rare sight. My birth name was ‘ALLYA MUCHAERANY, but it has gotten longer now and the apostrophe has been removed. Currently, my name is ALLYA MUCHAERANY MULYONO; Mulyono is my dad’s last name and though before I didn’t like the sound of it, I kinda like it now. It sounds so Indonesian, so traditional and I love traditional.

The name ALLYA is a variation of the spelling ALIYA. Meaning? A high-ranking person, a superior. That’s why I am who I am today. A person who likes to be on the top, well except now, because I’ve reached my quota of body dividation.

MUCHAERANY is my best dream and worst nightmare. Unless you’re an Indonesian, or German; people won’t pronounce it correctly. It’s pronounced as MU-HAI-RANI, silent the ‘C’ or just act like it’s not there. The ‘C’ is there because my dad’s first name has a ‘C’ in it; MOCHAMAD.

This name was given by my grandmother, who tends to give my other cousins weird sounding name as well. The MUCHAE part is because I was born on the first month of the Islamic calendar, Muharram. 11th May, 1998 (Monday) – 14th Muharram 1419.

Okay the MUCHAERANY part is kinda long. The Rany part of MUCHAERANY means queen. Rani is an energetic self-starter, capable of sustain a fast pace with strong leadership and qualities. A real motivator a.k.a. ME. Teheee~ That is why, in my official signature, I don’t use the ALLYA name and use RANEE instead. Like, I’m a freaking queen, world! #gilabayang

Next, the MULYONO part. I used to dislike it, because it sounded so Indonesian, like ew. Although, as I grew up, I took a liking to it. It’s like an Indonesian heritage or something. The name MULYONO is a Javanese word for ‘mulia’ or noble. I don’t know, maybe I was narrow-minded before, but hey, not everyone can get this name; so why aren’t you proud of it, Allya? Idiot. I came to accept it because yeah, no matter what happen, MULYONO is my last name that can’t be changed and I seem to love my country more, so I want to keep a part of my country with me (you look like a freaking ASEAN girl and you obviously have Indonesian blood in your DNA, what more do you want Allya?!)

To summarize my name, it means ME. The current me, the past me and insyaallah, the future me. A noble woman with crazy amount of confidence who needs to be the best (1st place is a must, except when it comes to studying and sport. Teheee~ For those two categories, especially the last one; I don’t mind losing, at all) and is always itching to lead.

Like they say, your name will define who you are, so choose your children’s name wisely people. Too strong and the child will be burdened, but a weak name can drag down the child. My name is balanced, with my soft middle name.

Ooookaaay… Maybe my name is not so soft after all.

Those three names all have something in common, superior. Aaaah… No wonder my superiorness is a bit over the top. Blame my parents and grandparents. Hahahahahahahaha xD Just kidding~

I guess that is all for my name. It’s a bit boring, or a pompous post, but yeah. I just want to tell the world why I changed my Instagram name from @allyamuchaerany to @allyamulyono; heck people kept asking, even my best friend. That doesn’t make sense, just bear with me xD


P.S. My name was supposed to be Siti Allya, but I’m glad that didn’t happen. No offense to those named Siti, you guys are amazing ❤


Eid with the Mulyonos

Hi hi~

It’s the 1st of Syawal todaaaaay!!! Yeay!!!

Eid Mubarak, everyone! Taqabalallahu minna wa minkum!

Selamat Hari Raya Idul Fitri! Minal ‘Aidin wal Faizin!

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri! Mohon maaf zahir dan batin!

The most important line in Malaysia’s culture,

“Assalamu’alaikum, kami datang nak beraya!” or the straight-forward way, “Nak duit Raya, please.”



There were lots of try and error photos, but those three are probably the best xD

Mat Raya Semuuuuuaaaaa!!!

#problemlivingabroad #teamrayaPutrajaya #allwhite #allpure #angels #puke

99 Pieces of RM1

Hi hi~

These days, my wallet is fat. Like physically fat. Why? Well, this grocery store gave me a huge amount of money. A huge amount with a little value. Granted, RM99 is quite a lot.

A few days ago, I had to pick up Aqila from school but before that, I have to go to the clinic near my house because I desperately need to get rid of this ‘ketumbit’ on my right eye. Since I’m too lazy to park and also, I have to pick up Aqila ASAP because Arieq (Miel’s brother) is riding with us. That poor boy always went home late when he’s with us, that’s why I was in such a hurry.

Before going to the clinic, I told Fyo to buy that durian flavored ice cream that he liked (to keep him still in the car). Like I said, I was in a hurry, so I just reached whatever money I found on my desk. I didn’t realize that the money that I took was RM100 until Fyo gave me the change.

The ice cream was only RM1 and I get it, buying it with a RM100 note is a bit over the top. Though, seriously, giving me 99 pieces of RM1? I was like whaaaaaaat?!!!!

When I got home, I begged my parents to exchange the money with them. Of course they said no. Aqila gets monthly allowance and Arfyo is still on his post-operation break. Why in the world would they need that much RM1 notes, said them while laughing their a** off.

I was planning on shoving those money inside my panda-bank but uhhhhmmm… I need that RM99.

So that is how I ended up with a really fat wallet. It’s usually fat with a little amount of huge valued cash; it being full with RM1 is quite rare. Kahkahkah xD

I guess I’ll just bear with it for now xD RM1 is not so bad. I’m not so fond of it because it kinda cause me to spend a lot more money, y’know. I hate small changes owing to the fact of it’s little value. You rarely count those cash (unless you’re totally broke a.k.a. me at the end of the month) so you’ll spend it with no worries.

Although, when you got home, you realized that you’ve spent 50% of that little-value-money. Having a little of it is fine; imagine me spending 50% of that RM99 on probably useless things *eyes-brawling kinda cry*

Pray for me so that I will spend those small change wisely, guys.


M2H life: An Indonesian living in Malaysia

Hi hi

As you all know (well maybe not everyone), I’m an Indonesian living in Malaysia. Those two countries are not that far. Just a 2 hours-ish flight and you’ve arrived.

I moved to Malaysia back in 2005. In the middle of August if I’m not wrong. Met new people, new friends and of course, a new environment.

 I’ve always been good with people. I know what they want and what they dislike. But, for an eight y/o (2006, my 1st year as a student in Malaysia), it’s quite scary. Before moving to Malaysia, I stayed at my grandma’s house in Malang. I finished my Year 1 of primary school there. When I arrived in Malaysia, language was my barrier. You see, I was so ‘medok’. As in my Javanese was on point! Yes, ‘was’ because I suck at it now.

When I first moved here, Malaysia and Indonesia are not in a really good relationship. This and that, alhamdulillah, my family and I found nice people here. We now have a few friendly and kind Malaysians as close friends.

My classmates and schoolmates are my favs. True, there are some ups and downs but heck! They’re the best friends anyone can have!!! Never once in my life, they ever disgrace me or insult me about my nationality. Friends, love you alllll!!!!!!!!!

Though I gotta admit, the teachers can be quite annoying. My 10 fingers are not fully open, so yeah, just a few.

I remember one time, during my Form 1 year, a teacher asked me about my nationality. I told her, I’m an Indonesian. She asked me,

“Ayah awak kerja cleaner lah?”

I said back,

“Yeah, dia boss cleaner”

My friends were furious! Like, chill lah guys. She’s insulting my dad, not yours. But yeah you get the point. My friends are sooo precious! Btw, my dad is not a cleaner guys, he’s a specialist. A specialist at scolding me. Hahahahaha xD

There’s the Indon thingy. I hate that word! Even now. I used to be freaking mad at people who said that forbidden word, but now that I know the truth, I can’t blame them. Though I still correct them.

The word ‘Indon’ was created by Indonesians themselves. Those ‘foreign’ workers named themselves ‘Indon’ so, that is why Malaysians call us ‘Indon’.

Okay, now to straightened things up, we are INDONESIAN and not Indon.

We feel very insulted if you called us ‘Indon’. If you still want to use the ‘Indon’ word then please refer that to those uneducated people. I know that I sounded rude, but that’s the truth. They called themselves that, but most of us educated Indonesians hate that word. It sounds so ugly and disgusting. It’s a total insult.

Next is the proud-being-an-Indonesian thingy. You see, I gotta admit, Indonesian tend to be so proud of our country. Even I’m proud being an Indonesian (though its freaking f****d up now). Indonesians are not like before, where its people love their country with their whole being. Indonesians these days only knew how to destroy their country’s reputation (well, not all of them. Some people are doing great things for our country). You may call me stupidly proud for loving my country, but hey, if we’re not the one who protects our country; then who will?

You may not feel it if you’re living in Indonesia. Though if you live abroad; that’s a different story. Ironically, my school always celebrated Malaysia’s Independence Day on the 17th of August which falls on Indonesia’s Independence Day. I will try to skip it if I can, but that’s impossible. I’m needed everywhere xD jk.

Do you have any idea how painful it was? I don’t know, maybe it’s because of my high patriotism spirit; I cried every time. Sometimes, I have to be the flag bearer you see. I declined, but I was still forced to do it (see, I’m irreplaceable guys xD). Every time the Jalur Gemilang was raised, I’ll cry. Call me over the top, but hey, I just love my country too much.

When you live abroad, you tend to not take things for granted.

So, why am I writing this actually?

It is because someone said something about my love for my country. I live in Malaysia and I love it here. Moving to Malaysia was probably the best thing that ever happened to me. I grew up here, have nice friends and great acquaintances. True, not everyone is as lucky as I am, but Malaysia is not that bad. I went back to Indonesia and stayed there for 5 months ish and trust me when I say that I don’t want to live there. Yeah, I love my country but the crowdedness. Dang. I live in Cyberjaya&Putrajaya. Probably one of the cleanness and most quiet place in Malaysia, not to mention breathtakingly beautiful.

Malaysia’s great, but Indonesia is where my heart is. I may hate its crowdedness, nevertheless, I love it with all my heart. It’s one of the things that I will put my life on the line for (and can get very mad if you insult it). It’s my country and I am allowed to love it like a fool. If you can love a boy like an idiot, why can’t you love your country?

What I want to say here is that, Malaysia and Malaysians are great (though gotta to admit, Malaysians can be freaking rude. My mom’s friends were traumatized to come here again due to the local people rudeness) and they’re also changing for the better.

You should not judge people’s love for their country as well. What’s wrong with being overly proud? True, your country may be quite sh*tty sometimes but hey; which country doesn’t?

There’s a lot of Indonesian expatriate here in Malaysia and not all of them are bad. Look at me. The Indonesians students before me were stupid scheisse but somehow, I manage to leave a good impression to Malaysians in my school. Heck, I wouldn’t be getting one of the best student award if I’m bad, right? I’m not trying to brag. I just want to tell you what I feel about this whole Indonesia-Malaysia thingy.

If humans and aliens (superman a.k.a. Henry Cavill, the hottest superman alive! <3) can coexist, why can’t these two countries love each other? Well, the situation is better now than before. But humans are greedy creatures.

“I need more! I want more! Give me more!” said Allya who wants more ice cream (or more fats in her body xD)

That’s all for today.


P.S. Do forgive my messy writing and grammar. I’m so sleepy right now but I wanna write something. Degil. Hahahahaha xD

P.P.S. I wrote this for fun. Not to start a war. This is my PERSONAL OPINION. Others may have different opinions. I’m a young girl who haven’t live long enough to know about the world. Do forgive me if I said something insulting. Again, it;s MY PERSONAL OPINION. I’m not representing the whole Indonesians who live in Malaysia. Nope, not going to be responsible for shouldering a million of people’s opinion.

<3 Grandmas

Hi hi~

I had a fun week! How about you guys?

There’s this drama thingy, talks, report card day and so on. Uhm, yeah, my univ still have a report card day guys. Pretty awkward, not! I mean c’mon, when you’re being praised by your lectures like crazy in front of your parents; that’s a lovely sight. Especially when the lecturer praising you is known for his bluntness. Yeeeeshhh!!! It’s freaking pleasurable! Hahahahaha xD

That’s that. So, ever since I have a phone, it’s a monthly routine for me to call each one of my grandmas. Well, grandpa too but he ignored my calls today, so I will not talk about him in here (merajuk). The calls can last up to an hour or just a few minutes kinda of calls.

Nevertheless, every time the phone calls end, it’s always a metaphorical moment for me. Okay, that sounds wrong. I’m not happy because we ended the call! I love talking to my grandmas! It’s the words that they said before ending the calls which makes me ecstatic.

Why? Because I’ve made their day, or so they said…

By the end of each call, they will never forget to say ‘thank you’ to me. They thanked me for calling them. I told them that it’s a granddaughter’s job to call their grandmas. There’s nothing wrong with that, but for them, getting a call from their granddaughters can even heal their current sickness. TT^TT

When they first said that to me, I felt bad. Like hell bad! All I can think about was how much of a terrible granddaughter I was. Though after time passed, I realized that they’re really grateful for our calls. They said ‘thank yous’ not so that we can feel bad about ourselves; it is to let us know on how much they love us. If they don’t love us, why would they say that? If they hated us, they wouldn’t even answer our calls for heaven sake.

I have four healthy living grandmas and one healthy living grandpa. No, none of my grandpas did polygamy. I just happened to have lots of grandmas and lots of grandpas; from around the world, somehow. However, I love them all equally. How can I not? They all love me lots, and now it’s time for me to return all the love that they’ve given me.

I’m not a really good child to my parents, but I’m an angelic angel who was sent from above to my grandparents as a beautiful present, with bows and ribbons too (and sparkles and blings and bla bla bla).

Kah, so exaggerated -_-‘

What I’m trying to say here is, call your grandparents guys. You may think they’re fine as they’re receiving money from your parents, but no! It’s not that hard to call them. If I can call all of my grandparents who are in Indonesia while I’m in Malaysia; why can’t you call them?

Don’t take them for granted. I used to be able to see them every week before, but now, I can hardly see them once a year. Since I’ve lost lots of my grandparents, I’m planning on treating them who are still reachable in this world as much as I could.

They may act like it’s nothing big but hey, you never know. When I got my first pay check from a part-time job, I gave some to my grandparents. Nothing much, just a very tiny little amount.  Heck, they’re a mere nothing for my grandparents. The amount, I mean. Neither did I know that they treasure it a lot.

For example, according to my uncle, my grandpa hangs or maybe even framed the money that I gave him. He told my uncle that it’s the first time that his first granddaughter earned money by using her own effort; so he will never use it. It’s very precious he said. It was hard for me to hold back my tears since I don’t want to cry on a lovely night. Everyone was having fun back then, I don’t want to ruin the fun. —ends up talking about my grandpa—

Thus, that is how I realized that sometimes, well usually most of the times; grandparents love their grandchildren more than their own children. If they can give up their lives for their children; they can sell their souls to the devil for their grandchildren. Sounds crazy but it’s true. Unless you killed someone; you will not be scolded. Your parents are the one who’ll ended up being scolded.

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW FUN THAT IS?! Seeing your parents getting scolded for scolding you? Aaaaah, the satisfaction ❤ ❤ ❤

I guess that is all for today.