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?!
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?!
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.
This post was written after that BB and Lya incident, but I forgot to post it -_-“
Deep shit trouble, that’s what we’re in. Hoping that everything is over, but who knew that it’ll be the end of us as well.
A bump. I hope that is all. What this is all about. If it’s really ruined, I’ll ruin those two.
Laughter, anger, tears. Getting scolded, being lied to, embarrassed.
It’s been less than five months, but these people, I love them lots. Maybe not up to the point where I’ll die for them yet, but it was fast; less than a year and I am lonely without them.
Is it a sign? Maybe Allah didn’t want me to get hurt much, when I have to leave them. Or maybe, we’ll be closer than ever after this. Who knows. Life is a mystery after all.
That is all, tata.
Pffffft… Such a dramatic post. We’re okay now, btw. True, it may not be the same as before, but it’s fine. We’re fine. I don’t know whether we’re closer or not, but the bond will forever be there, insyaallah. If any of you break this bond or leave me, I’ll drag each one of you by the hair and lock you up somewhere. Ceh, said the person who’s leaving soon. Hypocrite.
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.
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…………….
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.
The window has a good reflection XD
My tiny cup 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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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~
It was unexpected, but expected. Being used by people, that happen. Getting used by someone you respect; that’s harsh. A reality to faced, it is no more ours; maybe. Sharing happiness together, as well as sorrow.
It’s time like this, I wish that we’re still at Kelana Jaya, so that we can comfort each other. Bad things always come at the most ‘wrong’ time, which is why it’s negative. Harsh truth, but we got to chin up and face the world. Others may not see it, but I do. I can see it, I feel it, I experience it; the hard work.
Staying strong together is the only thing we can do now, as well as living our lives; going with the flow. Only we can understand each others’ pain. Although hopefully, it can be lessen by others.
It’s a part of growing up. Ups and downs. It’s shaping us; we’re being shaped into a better person. We did our best and none of us know that it’ll end this way, maybe.
Let’s slay it and strike for better stuffs, uolls~