Darevolution Annual Grand Meeting (JUN SEM)

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Finally, the long waited post about Darevolution Annual Grand Meeting! I’m currently doing the laundry, am waiting for those dryers containing my clothes to stop spinning.


The meeting was held on the 21st of June, Wednesday at Auditorium 1, Level 2, UNITAR International University, Tierra Crest, Kelana Jaya. It was attended by all UFS students, from semester 1 to semester 3; with some additional alumni and also lecturers.

It was a hectic day for me, you can see my schedule below.


After successfully dividing myself, I arrived at the auditorium right on time and was told a shocking news. My dear semester 2 colleagues are dumb ass crazy. Okay that’s rude, but they deserve it. Well some of them. When they were asked about their not-inside-the-auditorium friends, they told us (Madam Farah and I) that everyone went back home.

Why? Well, according to semester 2, section 3 students, they were supposed to have Economy class that time, so Madam Farah gave them a green light to skip the meeting. Cunningly, some (basically 90%) sem 2 students took advantage of that and disappear into the thin air.

Idiotically, those section 3 students told us that Sir Man gave them the permission to skip his class (through WhatsApp) and join the AGM. Liars those creatures! Why did I call them liars? First, Sir Man don’t just let people skip his class (except me, because I’m a darling) and second, HE DO NOT GIVE OUT HIS PHONE NUMBER TO STUDENTS, so automatically, he didn’t inform anyone about him cancelling his class via WhatsApp. Madam Farah and I panicked. Halllllllloooo!!! This is Sir Man we’re talking about here! We do not want him to turn back into Pres’s semester batch mean old lecturer!

I went to his office with Ariff BB(because he’s from sem 2, section 3), panicking of course. I brought my homemade cookies as well, to tame the lion (jk, I gave out cookies to my lecturers and he was the last one I found) and fortunately, everything went well. BB was kinda shocked that it was as easy as pie.

Ehem, I have an announcement to make BB, I’m his adorable student; of course he loves me and is kind to me. *smiling like an angel while BB puked* Heck, Sir Man and I even talked and joked around together, with him being him, shipping me with a certain someone. Eeeeergh, him and Payel are the same. *exaggerated eye rolling*

That’s settled, we went down, bla bla bla. Madam Farah did the opening, Timun gave out instructions about the game, the students divided into groups and me being the person who was in-charge of the microphone, gila bayang all the waaaaaaaaaaay~


We kinda drag the game and were a tad late; starting the re-election. Bla bla bla, I have to become the MC for the election. Sitting casually on the stage, in front of 200+ students, staring at me. Gulp. Nervouse. Not. But I still drag Pres into it (more like begged him and attacked him with my round and cute and sparkling eyelashes-on-fleek eyes). He had Account class (from 8 a.m. – 3 p.m. I swore I saw his soul leaving his body) earlier and joined us a in the middle of the game. I was tooo into the game, menggila bayang, that I didn’t even realize his arrival.

Our last job as the President and Vice-president. Hiks. Sad.

Aaaaaaaaaawh!!! We were so cute! Having a photoshoot session in front of them UFS students with Timun as our photographer. I guess we are currently the only Pres and VP who have this much chemistry xD

When they start nominating names, I was a tad sad when no one actually said my name, but when Payel and Kink were being nominated; hell, I was too giddy and excited. Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

The election for the president starts, and the result was a bit tempered by Pres

Payel became the Presideeeeeeeeeent with Kink as her VP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was soooooooo happy, I had to control myself. If it were just my housemates and I inside the hall, I would’ve jumped up and down, hugging, kissing, kicking, loving, smacking those two! Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, c’mon! Payel and Kink’s love story is waaaay more interesting that Brangelina’s one xD

Also, Pres and I were kinda shocked and flustered. Housemates aaaalll the waaaaaaaay~~~

Taken right after the announcement

I COULD NOT BE ANY PROUDER! I am not even sad that I didn’t become the president.

Heck, I was quite sad when my mom prayed that I will not get any position, but I forgot about them all. It was amazingly funny and odd. I mean, what are the odds?! If I were to give up those two positions to anyone, it’ll be to them. They’ve been with us (Pres and I) throughout the whole ordeal. They saw us suffering, the sacrifices that we made. Those sleepless nights, endless reports, who knew that it’ll be their turn next. *evil laugh*

New Pres and VP ❤

So it seems like I’ve been writing for more than 20 minutes and my clothes are all dry up. Left the self-service laundry place and continue my OKBaby marathon that I’ve been neglecting this year while eating chocolate lava mug cake with this Indonesian syrup~


I promised Kink that I’ll guide him thoroughly. He was scared shite, it’s not even cute. Don’t worry Kink, I don’t know about Pres, but I’ll help you out as much as I can. We’re not kinkies for no reason~

Don’t worry, you’ll still laugh like me by the end of the semester 😉


I know it’s weird, still addressing Daryl as Pres, but I’m used to name him as Pres in my blog; I guess I’ll continue with that.

I called Payel ‘Pres’ the other day. She was like, “Ew, that sounds so wrong!” Hahahahahaha xD I don’t know lah which part of it is wrong, but I get her. It feels weird xD

To my dear Payel and Kink,

I’m sure it was a surprise for you two, getting those positions (Kink yes. Payel, not so much) but trust me when I say that, insyaallah, you two have a great team this semester. You’ll both do great! I wrote a long arse essay for you two the other day, so yeah. Malas nak tulis lagi. Don’t ever think that I feel sad for not getting those positions! Don’t feel guilty! If it were other people, yeah, it’s a bit of a bummer, but you two are one of my closest friends in campus and I am very, extremely proud of you.

Payel, you’re amazing, gurl! You can handle this organization with gracefulness, geeraaaaand!

Kink, you’re not so bad yourself. You can do lots, but most importantly, take a good care and support your president.

Pres and I were known to be the President and the Vice-president with the most chemistry, I hope you guys will be the best pair in the history of Darevolution and I know you can! You guys are, after all, our predecessors. ❤ ❤ ❤

Love, ex-VP.

Hiks, this is sad. No more crazy meetings, no more skipping classes, no more calling dozens of people one by one, no more formal dressing up. Heck, I’ll still do those things. Charity run remember.

Though, there will be no more Pres and VP TT^TT

Pres posted this on his Instagram after the meeting. Hands down, it is the sweetest thing he ever done for me, in public. *cries tears and blood* I guess there will be no more sappy VP cry-calling in the middle of the night after this. I know you’ll miss that Pres, but sorry, our time is over *blowing my newly manicured nails* #VPyangsangatGILABAYANG Hahahahahahaha xD



Yeah, I know I wrote that essay looking thing, but the fact that he posted that for the world to see *happy tears all over the place, again*

I guess that was all for the AGM. Things happened afterwards, but let’s just say that it’s not important. I don’t want to talk about the bitter part, let’s just share the happy part, should we.

From left to right. Ex-pres, ex-vp, Madam Farah (our advisor), President, Vice-president, Secretary


The ex-vp and her ex-treasurer and ex-asst. treasurer. Ouh and there’s BB behind us.


Us, spamming Sir Erry’s new phone. Taking selfies in front of them students, again xD Marsha, Timun and I just love each other, we can’t even. HAHAHAHAHA XD

The main attraction that day, TIIIIIIMUUUUUUUUUUN!!!!!!!! XD

I guess that is all for that meeting~

The last event and meeting, with my status as Darevolution, UFS’s Vice-president. Or not. Officially, Pres and I are still the president and the vice-president until July/August ish. Haks, so only the two of us are allowed to go to the presidential meetings, those official thingy and what not. Ceh.



Last meeting

It was held last Monday. Reason? Because we have to conduct the Darevolution Annual Grand Meeting on Wednesday.

It was attended by the Pres, VP, Secretary, Asst. Secretary, Treasurer, Asst. Treasurer, Head of Divisions and Director and Asst. Director of events. It was a short one, officially, it lasted only 30 minutes. We extend it unofficially xD

We played a game, it’s called mafia. We played it first before having to conduct the games on Wednesday. It was fun and dumb xD A great day to end something. I had mixed feelings. It felt sad, but happy. Everyone was having fun, so I didn’t want to ruin it by being sappy. Though it was quite obvious that I was not in the mood. I was being quiet the whole time…

Saaad… Final meeting for January semester… And end of an era, huh…

I don’t know what else to write about that day. Wasn’t feeling it much, because yeah… My boyfriend (Shawn Mendes) cheated on me… #gilabayang

Where it began; MBPJ

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I promised myself to write down about every single crazy meetings that I went through, but I’ll just write a few; the most interesting one is of course, our first meeting with outsiders a.k.a. Majlis Perbandaran Petaling Jaya (MBPJ).

Thanks to this meeting, my housemates and I became close and the rest is history. The meeting was supposed to be held on this certain day, but we were ditched by the person who’s guiding us. We were pissed, I mean hello, we waited for hours and were in formal outfits! Though like they say, there’s a silver lining in every dark clouds; it was all worth it.

Our theme was ‘cicak’ poop during that the-meeting-was-cancelled day~

The meeting with MBPJ was then postponed to the next week. I asked Sir Erry to lend us his car and surprisingly, he said yes. Bla bla bla, we went to MBPJ. Pres was driving, I was the co-pilot and those two lovely creatures were being cozy with each other at the back seat (they’re only sitting, nothing else. Or are they? *smirk*). I consumed a few shots of black Americano that morning, though I didn’t get high; which of course, was weird. I drank coffees because I didn’t sleep well that night and Pres said that he injured his shoulder when he played rugby. Like, are you crazy, I’d rather drive through those traffics than putting my life on the line by letting a sick person drive. Although, fortunately, he was good to go.

We arrived at MBPJ and entered the building after looking around for a parking spot. We managed to snag one at the second or the third floor of this tall parking lot. I was in my freaking-tall-stilettos high heels and I have to go down the stairs, climb it, walking on those the rocky pathways. It was hell, but I gotta keep my cool, so yeah…

While the girls were fixing our makeup, they’re of course doing their thing xD (credits to Pres for this photo, took this from his ig because I’m too lazy to find it)

Back to the topic, we dressed up to the nines and thanks to that, we were able to enter the building easily.


Pres and Kink were making jokes about how we’ll meet those old men who likes to ‘lepak’ at coffee shop while drinking hot Kopi-O, nevertheless, in reality; we met kind and polite ladies. According to those two boys, they’re the balik-awal-sebab-nak-masak-untuk-anak-dan-suami type of women a.k.a. a great wife and a loving mom. Alhamdulillah, it went well.

In the middle of the meeting, the four of us argued on where to eat. Kink wanted to eat at Paparich and Payel agreed, but she said it’s up to us (Pres and VP). I told them I want to eat at Texas Chicken and Pres backed me up, so automatically, we won~

While eating those oily chickens, Kink… Let’s just say nothing happened. It’s boring, so forget about it.

Bla bla bla, we ended up stranded at Kink’s house. We were late for the bidding and were also late for the higher committees meeting. Why? Because Sir Erry’s adorable purple car broke down. He had warned us earlier, that his car is a bit weird, but we didn’t expect it to stop working when we borrowed it! The alarm won’t stop blaring. We tried this and that, but it’s still not working. I ran around Kink’s neighborhood, bare footed (Hell, I will not run in those heels) to ask for helps.

Alhamdulillah, a kind neighbor gave us a hand. He checked the car and informed us that the battery’s dead, as in, it’s empty. We again, panicked. None of us had cash (we were supposed to pay the Texas Chicken with card, but the machine was broken, so we used up most of our cash) and we need at least RM 200 to buy a new battery.

Just like a savior, Kink’s mom arrived at the right moment. I drove both Kink and Payel to the nearest ATM. They withdraw some cash, we went home, I picked Pres and the kind guy who helped us, bring them to the nearest ‘bengkel kereta’, went back to Kink’s house again and voila~ The sent-from-heaven-by-God guy installed the battery and the car’s engine starts. But it was too good to be true. While the engine can be turned on, the alarm was still beeping. I think it was Pres who pulled of the device that caused the noise.

It was late, raining; so we hurriedly went back to campus. But, the tank was almost empty, furthermore, UNITAR is quite far. Thus, we went to the nearest petrol station to fill up the gas. Kink turned off the engine while refueling (so much to Pres’s displeasure) and it was all good, until it was time to start the engine.


We panicked, hell, we’re in the middle of a petrol station at a peak hour (going-back-from-work time) and the car just won’t start. A kind worker helped us, while the four (Pres, Kink, Payel and the worker) them pushed the car out of harm’s way; I navigated from inside. After it was nicely parked, I went to the mart to buy some food because it has been ages since we last ate. Bought some breads and drinks. While I was shopping, a few nice people came over and helped with the car. Alhamdulillah it was fixed, temporarily.

We went home, drenched from the rain and freezing to death because of the cold AC. While talking about the AC, we were quite worried when the car’s windows were still fogged even when the AC was already on. It was a bit hot as well and as I suspected, we didn’t press the AC button xD We turned on the AC without pressing its ON button. Get it? Hahahahahahaha xD

It was a fun trip, we arrived at UNITAR safely. Poor Sir Erry had to wait for us. We promised him to give the car back at 2 p.m. It was 8 p.m. when we returned it -_-“

See the difference between the morning and night outfit? Other than Payel, the 3 of us were drenched in the rain. So we borrowed Kink’s outfits which we haven’t return yet xD

Yeah, I guess that’s all for that meeting. It may sounds boring to you, but for the four of us; it was intense. We had our first meeting with outsiders, we skipped the budget bidding and an important meeting, Sir Erry’s car a.k.a. our ride broke down TWICE. In the end, it was a great memory! A fun day. I’m glad that we went to Kink’s house; imagine if the car broke down in the middle of nowhere.

I hope when my housemates read this, they’ll reminiscence that day and feel happy again. I know it has been a hellish week, but do remember those fun and crazy rides as well.




Juggling in between

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So… As I mentioned in earlier posts, this semester was crazy (let’s just say that it has ended, only 3 days left to kill) because of how busy I was. I’m not trying to sound like I’m the busiest student on earth, but it was definitely the busiest 3-months of my life. It felt like time was moving too slow yet too fast. One day I’m rushing to class in my sneakers and tomorrow you will see me in my formal outfit + freaking high heels, banging some higher ups’ door somewhere; or maybe seeing me in my winter outfit (for class) walking around KL like a lost puppy and jungle trekking Bukit Nanas.

True, unlike those amazing adults out there, my busyness seems like nothing, but for a student; it’s quite hard. While you have to attend those full-of-stress meetings (inside and outside of campus), you have to maintain that 4.0-GPA. I have a full-day meeting today while having a 20%-marks-for-my-course-mark presentation on the next day. Not to mention having to write down an eight pages long of essay about myself (which I’m really good at, bragging about myself) and a 30-pages-long of economy report on ‘How Inflation Affects Argentina,’ all need to be submitted by that week. Ah, don’t forget to mention about those events, I got to make sure that UFS’s biggest event a.k.a. the Festival of Ideas (FOI) went smoothly and also making sure that no one dies during the leisure event, all occurred on the same week; just one day apart.

I’m not complaining on how busy I was, I enjoyed it actually. Those crazy hustle bustles and intense conversations on how to get 50K ASAP, but it has taken a toll on my body. Firstly, Allya don’t do pimples or acne. My face is as smooth as a baby’s butt, no enlarged pores, didn’t go through that crazy acne-all-over-my-face during puberty, a very evenly toned and glowing skin, ah! The list is endless! Yes, I am bragging, but the problem is, they’re all in the past! Smooth skin my butt, I have pimples here and there, uneven and dull skin, my dark circles! I never had one in my life before! Those odd-out-of-place oil all over my face. Oh God, it’s a disaster!

The busy schedule has been toned down for now, all I have to think about for this week is my exams. Due to that, my fav doctor in the world gave me some antibiotics to make my skin healthier and for the past few days I’ve been sleeping like a log. My parents didn’t even dare to wake me up (a post on this later on) even though I was sleeping throughout the whole day.

Slept at 10 pm, woke up at 2 pm to shower and eat lunch, then took a nap(?) from 5 and woke up again at 8 to do my prayers, slept again at 10 pm. The cycle continues for two days straight. I feel a bit refreshed, though not so much, but then again, beggars can’t be choosers.

(While writing this post my dad just arrived back home. It creeps the hell out of me, what kind of person, in their right mind will open their house door at midnight when someone rings the bell? I tiptoed like a thief to check the ‘guest,’ I sighed in relief when I saw my dad xD He asked me to call his phone ASAP because he left it in the Uber that he rode. Haaiih… He always loses his phone whenever he rides taxis or the likes.)

Many of you must be wondering why I’m writing this post, when I can actually sleep and have a good night rest or study for tomorrow’s exam. Well, I kinda just woke up from an eight-hour nap, so yeah… No sleeping tonight and I have no idea what to study -_-“

To end this post, I want to say that this semester was crazy, but heck, it was the best three months of my life! Get to meet new people, get to learn new things, get to do lots of things. It may be tiring, but like usual, Allya rarely regrets her decisions and I am so not regretting my decision for volunteering myself as the president (though I became a VP). By the end of the day, no matter how tired you are, when you remember the smiles and happiness of the people around you; you’re good to go~



Pres & VP

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It’s been a while since I last write something. This semester is coming to an end, so my schedule is empty, a bit. So what is the cause of those hectic-ness? Well….

I’m now a VP for the student council, UFS. How did I became one? This is how the story goes.

One day, a meeting was being held for all of the foundation students. The ever-always-late Allya enter the venue while everyone were choosing a president. Then, the ever-always-high-self-confidence Allya raised her hand, to nominate someone. She nominated herself. As usual.

There were three candidates and we have to gave a speech in front of everyone. I went first, because the other two gentlemen were being, well, gentle. The other two are, Daryl (Sem 3) and Ariff BB (Sem 1), so the voting occurred, bla bla bla, I lost to Daryl. Why? Because he’s oozing off testosterone and there’s a lot of creature who love it there… Such a sore loser xD

Bla bla bla, I used to hate Daryl because of several reasons. Only one reason actually, but it’s a huge one. I tried to murder him before, but this and that happened; voila~ we became close.

I actually respect him as a leader. Like hello, this is Allya. I don’t just accept random people as my leader, but he’s good. So yeah, Allya approves. We went through lots together and sometimes, we only have each other to lean on.

From the main target of my hatred, he became my respected president and now, my always-smiling-like-an-idiot friend. That’s how amazing the world is. One moment I want to kill him, but the next moment, we’re eating together while laughing our arse off xD

So yeah, thanks to that, I have meetings 24/7. Heck I’m so going to write about our crazy meetings! Hahahahaha xD

My dear president, Daryl John Sta Maria, you should be proud that I write a post about you. It sucks, but oh well, I haven’t been writing for a very long time. Hehehehe, I’m sooo going to take over that crown in a while.

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I just found this photo, and it looks so sweet, so I wanna post it. No double meaning intended, but I wish someone could look at me like how the president is looking at his VP. Haks. Sedih…