Reminiscing Old Times

Hi hi~

I know, I know. I promised that the next post will be about my sleep over with Pavi, but things are hectic and yeah. I’ll just write about it, next time.

So, I was scrolling down my old blog because I want to convert them to PDF; for the sake of memories. I cried, I laughed, I cringed, yes, mostly cringed.

OMG! I remember that day!

Gosh, the hell was I thinking?!

I can’t believe they did that?!

Whaaaat?!!!

Wuaaaaaa!!! I miss those dorks! TT^TT

Those are some of the scenarios. One thing for sure though, I was so immature back then. Especially when it comes to my love life. Pfftt.

Like I always said, I’m screwed when Allya-the-love-struck-idiot is back. The 24/7 tomato-red Allya, submissive Allya, I-can-not-see-him-without-blushing-even-though-he-is-1-km-away Allya, the ever-so-stuttering Allya, the my-self-esteem-is-all-over-the-floor Allya. Dear God, it is so not me!

My writings, don’t get me started about my grammar.

I SUCK! BIG TIME!

My grammar is way better now, comparing to before. The qualities of those posts are terrible as well. Not to mention those photos! UGLY was tattooed all over my forehead! I want to delete them all, but knowing that my school friends like to read it sometimes (and bloody cried); I’ll just keep it for old times’ sake.

Eeeergh, I’m still cringing. How did I manage to wake up at 4 a.m. to make some packed lunch for me, hoping that Syamiel will praise my cooking?! Stupid Allya! The present Allya will even skip her exam for some sleep! What is wrong with you, young lady?! You’ll forget him in a few years time, and ended up being best buddies (more like insulting buddy).

There are those stupid school dramas. Why Allya? Why?!

Hahahahaha xD

Nevertheless, it made me who I am today. My past may not be filled with rainbows and golds, but they’re a part of me. Something that I will not trade for anything in the world. I’m thankful for those who are still with me now, but those who left; you’re still in my mind.

Tata~

 

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What really happened

Is unknown, because I blacked out. Not passed out kinda blacked out; just I can’t remember things.

Known to my circle of friends and of course, my family; I have a low caffeine tolerance, especially when I didn’t get enough sleep. Drink lots of coffee/caffeine, didn’t sleep for at least two days and voila~ Allya will have no memories of what happened until a few weeks later.

Yesterday started out fine. Was wearing this adorable white blouse and white shawl, with my black jeans and white shoes, my gold bag and RM90 gold bottle as additional accessories. I wore that outfit because its new. I mean, I don’t wear white, makes me look fat; but my heart tells me to wear it. Hmmm… I kinda regret it tho, well maybe not so much. I think it was ‘Wear Your White Shirt Day’ yesterday. The campus was filled with people wearing white tops, or at least my batch mates. I matched with Pavi, Payel, Siti, Bella and the list is endless. Though I matched the most with Pres; the only difference was our jeans. I wore black while he wore blue. I guess we really are siblings, same outfit from head to toe xD

It was a fun day, everyone missed each other, we get to eat lunch together again (no more puasa), the class was rowdy with people shouting-talking to each other. It was freaking loud, up to the point where Payel and I wanted to sue our classmates during Law class.

Ate brunch with Payel and Razif. Tricked Razif the whole day (oh God, I need to write a post about this one. He is a darling!). Had a small talk with Nacchiya. Took photos with Pavi, Amy and Miss Fariza. Attending classes, figuring out which comes first, the sperm or human? Answering Payel’s genius questions, example, “What makes us human?”

It was a great day, but a horrible night. I ate lunch with Payel and Razif at the Chicken Rice Shop, inside Giant. Met BB and Lya (BB’s gf), then we went to Subang Empire; which Payel, Razif and I regret. Sorry not sorry BB and Lya.

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Let’s just say things got complicated, we screw up big time. Payel and I, or at least me, was scolded by Kink and got shoved off (until my finger bleed and my thumb nail broke. Like halloo! Kau nak bayar manicure aku ke? Mahal sis) by Pres. Almost tarnishing my clean record, suffering inside that smelly car, sending my friends to…………….

BLANK PERIOD

The last time I remember, I was begging Pres to come out from the hostel room. I stood there, in the boys hostel area, surrounded by boys, coaxing him to come down, quietly (by quiet I mean talking to him in my normal voice which of course can reached the second floor, because it’s Allya we’re talking about here and it was 10/11 ish at night, so yeah. The boys were looking at me like idiots from their windows) until Kink told me to shut up and there, blank.

My insomnia is back, why? I have no idea. So I haven’t got any decent sleep for a couple of days, straight. I was in my pilot mode, driven by the caffeine in my system. I’ve been drinking coffee since morning (black and strong kinda coffee, that’s why I don’t make coffee for my friends. That is also why, Payel is in charge to make the housemates coffee, because Kink almost threw up when he drank my coffee. PAHIT. Pres never said a word, but I’m pretty sure my coffee woke him up as well xD) and while we were at Subang Empire, I drank one shot of espresso.

Imagine what happened to me. My adrenaline were on high drive, haven’t eat since God knows when, lots of caffeine in my system, no sleeping. I was shaking and trembling, like those who are stoned. Technically I was high, on caffeine.

It happened a lot back in high school, tho thankfully, I don’t think I did anything bad this time. Usually, I’ll feel bad if I did crazy stunts the night before. This morning, I woke up fresh and fine from my deep slumber. I realized about the blank period after looking through my instastory. I can’t check my WhatsApp because I delete my WhatsApp every day.

I don’t remember what happened, but I think the problem has been solved. No authorities involved, Allya didn’t beat up someone nor did she raped anyone. Should be fine. Right?

Eeeeeeeeeeeeergh!!! Those who were there last night are still dead asleep! Aiyooo, what to do? I’ll just live my life then, I’ll remember it in a few weeks’ time. Though I gotta confirm something. I feel like someone kept kissing my cheek last night. I’m 101% sure it was Payel, but I don’t know. I mean, I’m sure it was Payel, it can’t be my other housemates. That’s just wrong xD Yup, I guess I became Payel’s teddy bear last night xD

That is all for today, tata~


P.S. Pres got a job! As a model! See Pres, I know you can be one. True it may be a pain in the arse, but nothing is easy in this world. Fighting!

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OMG OMG OMG! I did a photo shoot with a model before! Kyaaa!!! Number 1 fan!

BUBUR LAMBUK; A Malay Tradition

Hi hi~

I’m not really bored. I have a test tomorrow; statistic, promised myself that I’ll finish my law assignment by this week, worrying about tomorrow’s Darevolution Annual Grand Meeting (yes, bye bye to my VP position) and wondering why I am single.

Girls just wanna have some fun~ Well, I want to write, so no one can stop me ;p

Last Friday, my campus did this free Bubur Lambuk thingy. They use #weallpayunglagi as their slogan or something.

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It was fun, lecturers from all faculties came down and help out, as well as students. Though I think that UNITAR Foundation School (UFS) students are the most chaotic one. Riots I tell you! Noisy bunch of monkeys, freed from the UNITAR zoo. But hey, we did help, a lot.

I came down to help at around 10ish, after my class with Sir Im. I forgot what class it was, but Sir Arvin being Sir Arvin, he signed me up for the program (without my permission of course). Meh, I like it anyway.

We have to make at least 2500 Bubur Lambuk and when I entered the kitchen, wow! It was as hectic as ever. Just like during the Kem Pencabahan (idk how to spell it xD) Minda lunch and breakfast preparations.

Currently, I was the only student and as the youngest person in the kitchen, I helped them fast. Tick tock tick tock, time passed. One by one, students came by to help and more UFS’s students also came. We were one of the very few people who stayed behind until the end. Heck, I’m glad that I was wearing a casual outfit. Casual Fridaaaaaaaaay~~~

Though it was a pain when my sweater got wet because I had to washed those huge appliances. I mean, I don’t mind being wet, but I was supposed to give out those Bubur Lambuk a.k.a. meeting outsiders with an I-have-been-slaved-in-the-kitchen-for-hours outfit; it’s a big NO-NO. Kalau jumpa jodoh macam mana?! Lari, sis!

Okay, back to the topic. UFS have the youngest students, the baby of the university, thus we got the furthest spot. We have to give out the Bubur Lambuk at Petronas Batu 3, Shah Alam. Again, as we were the youngest in the team, we had to transfer around 250ish Bubur Lambuk MANUALLY from the common room (lv2) to the parking lot (lvB1). While others get trollies, we had our powerful manpower and also, they have Allya The Girl with Monstrous Strength.

The trip was fine, except for the part where the van had to stop for a gas or should I say, diesel stop. Damn… The smell was bad, freaking bad! We almost died! (definitely exaggerated)

We set a small table in front of Mesra (Petronas convenience store) and distribute the Bubur Lambuk by going to vehicles around.

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I really like this photo, Payel looks sooo pweeetty~

Sir Arvin and Sir Ron had other ideas. They went to the exit of Petronas and gave out the Bubur Lambuk to the passerby. It looks fun, trying to kill yourself while doing good deeds, so I followed them. Later, Arif (Nonok) came as well. We suffered for a while but after gathering a number of crowds, the others followed us as well. Let’s kill ourselves together, yeah xD

By the end of the day, I was dead tired and I’m pretty sure everyone was worn out as well. Nevertheless, the smiles on those people who received the Bubur Lambuk was a great reward.

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UNITAR Foundation School on the loooooose~

It’s the holy month of Ramadhan, where good deeds are repaid by a lot more pahala than usual. Not to mention that cooking for those who are fasting are a noble thing to do. Gotta admit, I’m not a saint, I don’t think I have that much pahala, so it was a great opportunity for me to give happiness to people and also to help me to enter Jannah, which of course, is not easy.

That night, I was too lazy to do Tarawih, but hey, what’s the point of you doing good deeds but leaving one of the greatest gift of Ramadhan? There’s also no class on Saturday, so yeay!

(Truthfully, I complained the next morning. I slept for 16 hours straight because I got my period that night, after Tarawih. Fuh! The next morning, it felt like my body was punched here and there. The soreness, oh God. Eeeeeeeergh!)

Apapun, saya tidak menyesalinya!

Teheee~ I guess that is all for today.

Tata~

P.S. The title said a Malay tradition because I’ve realized it for sometime now, that here in Malaysia, a few days before the 1st of Syawal (Hari Raya Aidilfitri), especially the last 10 days of Ramadhan; they like to give out Bubur Lambuk. Though I’m not sure why. I mean, I don’t know why they’re giving out Bubur Lambuk and not Nasi Lemak. If we were to talk about the costing, Bubur Lambuk is quite hard to make and the ingredients are quite pricey as well. I’ll do my homework and research some more~

A blur

You know that feeling when your mind just stop working. I’m writing this while hoping that none of my housemates will read it. These past few months was hectic. My schedule was packed, with both studying and UFS’s matters. True, I’m a strong person mentally, but I think I’m reaching my limit.

If you read my earlier posts, you’ll know that I’m in the middle of my sem break. Although, there’s none for my housemates and I. It was fine, until now. We’re supposed to gather back at Kelana Jaya by next week and I’ve planned everything, but it just disappear. I was in a blur earlier, staring into the wall kind of blankness. Then, I started crying, sobbing like a little child whose candy has been taken away from her. In the middle of that emotional distress, I messaged a friend. I told that person about my sudden blur state, not knowing what to do.

Babbling about it, I stopped. Everyone have burdens, I don’t want to add my friends’ burdens; they have enough. Furthermore, I’m the one who jumped into the scene, knowing what I‘ll face ahead.

It happened while I was packing my luggage. I don’t know what to pack, heck, I don’t know what outfit I should wear next week. It got me thinking, what the hell am I doing right now? Why do I have to stay over at Kelana Jaya next week? Why can’t we just do it from our perspective home? Why? Why? Why? Endless whys.

Releasing my distress while writing this post, hoping that no one will read it; it calms me a bit.

Crazy it may sound, I think I need a break from everything. I need to see the doctor, need to spend more time being a college student. I want to act my age, without caring about anything but my pointers.

The last time I had a decent sleep was before I became the VP, am not complaining though, because I know that my Pres’s burdens are heavier. I promised myself not to add anything to his already-heavy-responsibility, but I guess I’m not strong enough. After this, I’ll have to be stronger, for everyone. That’s what I’ve been doing all my life, being strong, so what’s with the sudden breakdown?

Aaaah… I know… I think it’s because of my views. I haven’t see or being with any hot guys these days. Teheee~ Let’s lighten up the mood should we?

You gotta admit, hot guys are da bomb! Especially if they’re kind and hmmmm… I don’t care if they’re straight or not, as long as you’re an eye candy, then I’ll be fine. I’m not trying to be a hoe here; studies did show that handsome male lowers down female stress level.

Uhuuu, I just got a message from Pen’s gf, asking me to go out tomorrow. I think I’ll take on that offer. Gotta go outside and chill around, cuci mata~ Ceh, though Pen will probably come as well tomorrow, the chance of meeting new guys is going to be as thin as my patience.  Oh well, beggars cannot be choosers. Toodles world~

Tata~

She’s coming back

She’s coming back

She, who I am scared of

She who can ruin

She who can shake

She who will change me.

Who is this ‘she’ that I’m scared of? I’m not really scared of her, but whatever.

She is me, as in the old Allya. The Allya that my school friends knew about and the Allya that my univ. friends will definitely hate; some of them. She was asleep for more than a year and somehow, she’s waking up from her deep slumber. The reason? My busy and hectic life.

She’s giving me signs. My icy glares are back. My unfiltered mouth replaced my ever-so-polite one. The I-don’t-give-a-damn-about-people’s-feeling-when-doing-work is showing. My strength. That bored stare = meanest bitch face ever. Basically, Cruella de Allya is back and there’s no way of stopping her.

For the past one years-ish, I was a calm person.

  • You didn’t do your work? Fine, I forgive you.
  • You’re my friend, so yeah; I will be lenient to you.
  • Ouh, you don’t have enough time to do your report? It’s okay, I’ll extend the deadline.

All of those are bullshit! My school friends will puke if they see that side of me. I mean c’mon, they’ve been with me for a decade long and all they’ve seen is Cruella de Allya; only when it comes to serious matters.

  • You didn’t do your work? F-off, get loss!
  • So what if you’re my friend? Work is work and friend is friend. Separate your work and private life, please.
  • You little piece of ****! What do you mean by, “I don’t have time to do the report?” You think I’m not busy? Heck! I’m juggling three events in one time and you can’t even write one report for one freaking event?!

I don’t know why Allya The Witch suddenly disappeared. She just fades away, until a few days ago… Amyr, Farrel, Daryl and I were having a meeting about the charity run.

Daryl made a joke, I freaking glared at him.

Amyr was being sappy and I told him whatever was going through my mind without filtering them.

For Farrel, she has seen Cruella de Allya a few times and she is cool with it because she knows how to separate professional life and private life. That’s what I love about her, though the two guys were probably quite shocked xD

I’m known to be a proper lady, hate cursing and all. I mean, I am a proper lady, but lately, I’m becoming a sailor. Especially the cursing part.

I stated earlier that most of my univ. friends are second-born or are the last child. These kind of people (some of them) can’t stand me, due to my strictness. Here’s the thing, I’m the freaking VP and I don’t mind listening to your advice as a friend, but when I’m in work-mode, only the president is allowed to tell me what to do. I have my own way of doing things, if you don’t like how I do things, then fine, shoot away. There are more than 200 students under me, so you can’t expect me to be in favor with everyone. I’ve tried that before and it stressed me out; hated it.

I know it sounds cruel. A good leader is someone who can be in favor of his subordinates. Someone understanding who tried his best to help his underlings. Nevertheless, do remember, there’s a limit to what you can say to your leader. You must know when to not interfere with the leader’s duties and what not. A leader is a leader for a reason. Most of the time that person knows the consequences of his actions. He knows that he will be hated, but he must live with it because it comes in the package of being a leader.

Again, I’m not saying that I’m a good leader; I’m listed in the hated leader category. Even though a person may seems like he’s not doing any job, do remember, he is shouldering the burden of everyone else. He is carrying his problems as well as his underlings’. Sometimes, someone acts cruelly because they want the people around them to be a better person; a human being better than them. That’s why, don’t judge a book by its cover, because you never know how big of a problem a smile can hide.

Yeah, I think Allya the She-devil is coming out again because she had enough observing from the shadow. Although, do not worry, no matter how cruel Allya is; her politeness stays as long as you respect her. If you treat her rudely, you’re doomed. Once, twice, it is fine, but if you keep bitching every single time I see you; I am going to screw you.

This post is not for anyone in particular. I just want to let it all out before proceeding to the next semester and to tell the world that ‘she’ is coming back, so beware. Please don’t take it to heart, because this is nothing compare to what I’ll do. Toodles~

Tata~