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.


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

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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~


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.

IMPROMPTU TO A.M.P.A.N.G.

Soooooooooooooooooooo… I am the queen of surprises after all……………….. Stupidly that is.

If you read my last post, you’ll know that I went to Seremban to meet Pavi and her family. Not only that, I was attacked by her dog. Actually, I was attacked (being loudly barked by) by two dogs. Teddy was a darling compare to the other one. The first dog that attacked me was big, black and scary. Its bark gave me the chills and it was not chained! Like wth?! Who in the world leave that dog chainless?! I was freaking scared that it’ll jumped over the fence or something.

The dog’s name is Duke, or you can just call it ‘Daryl 2.0’

Why would you call it Daryl 2.0? Well, because I was freaking attacked by Pres’s dog! (My President’s name is Daryl)

Here’s the time line.


22 July 2017 – Midnight

I finished making his present! My Pres’s b’day is on the 24th of July and since he hates celebrating his birthday, I’m going to give his present earlier! Scheisse! I don’t have an outfit! What should I wear tomorrow?! I’m meeting two of my close friends’ families for the first time! First impression matters! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

Then, Aqila came to the rescue~


22 July 2017 – 8:00 a.m.

Scheisse! I woke up late! Now I have to ride the ERL! Expensive!!!


22 July 2017 – 12:00 p.m.

Arrived at Serembaaaan!!! One hand holding Pres’s gift while the other was holding boxes of donuts for the two families.


22 July 2017 – 12:30 p.m.

Krik krik krik

…………………

Why am I here again? Freaking hot! Where the hell is the Grab driver?! Wait, how can a driver come when I haven’t book a trip yet. Oh yeah, because Pres’s house is not in the freaking Grab system! Or so I thought. I misspelled them xD


22 July 2017 – 12:45 p.m.

On transit to Pres’s house~


22 July 2017 – 1:00 p.m.

Arrived~ How did I know which is his house? INSTINCT. Hahahaha xD Just kidding, NOT. Hahahahaha xD I didn’t even look at the house number to actually know which house was his. Strong instinct, remember. More like a stalker-ish friends with a creepy possessive attitude. (Sorry to all of my friends out there, you guys do know that I love you right. That’s why I’m a creep 😀 )

DING DONG!

Krik krik krik…

DING DONG!

Krik krik krik…

Oh how I wish it was like that! This was the scenario back then.

I got off the car, not bringing anything because I have a feeling that the house was empty. I asked the driver to wait, just in case. Because Duke was barking like no one else, even when I was still inside the car. DUKE CAN FREAKING SMELL NERVOUSNESS.

Duke: WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! RAAAAWR! WOOF! (a never-ending bark)

Me: Nice doggy, good doggy, pretty doggy, handsome doggy. Where are your owners?

Duke: (another never-ending bark)

Me: Hiiiii, I’m a nice person. Daryl knows me, I stick around him like a parasite. I’m pretty sure that my scents are all over him sometimes. Nice big black dog. Where’s everyone? Doggy? Pretty please, let me press that freaking doorbell which probably is non-existent because your barks are wow!

(took a step to the front)

Duke: *GROOWWWLSSS LOUDLY!*

Me: KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (imagine Pres’s neighbor shocked by a whose-voice-is-louder competition between a human and a dog. Just kidding Pres, your neighborhood was empty back then)

Duke: B*tch! Get away from here, you little twat! Goooooooooooooooo!!! (I’m pretty sure that’s what Duke barked)

Me: (ran back inside the car and then called Pres, explaining the whole situation. He was in KL, due to his rugby tournament. So I told him that I’ll just leave the food for his family  because I bought quite a lot of food for both families. Guess what, his family was in KL too -___-)

It was a disaster. Duke won’t stop barking, my phone died, I can’t book another Grab (uncle Grab, you were so kind! Lending me your phone and all, love you lots! ❤ ) and I can’t contact Pavi. Alhamdulillah, by some sort of miracle, I survived.

——- Read about what happened after that here ——-

Okay, that’s that. I thought it was over. Oklah, I gave up. I’ll just give the present to Pres on Monday; his birthday.

Nevertheless, I love surprises. I told Pres that I’ll wait for him at KL Sentral because earlier, he said that he’s going back to Seremban (he hurts his head during the rugby tournament). So automatically, I thought that he’s going back to Seremban via KTM, which station is in KL Sentral.

Aaaaah… He was at his aunt’s house, with his family, who he will go back to Seremban with later that night. Asked him for the full address, look it up via Grab. RM 5.

“Ouh, RM5. Expensive. What public transportation can I use to go there? Eh wait! RM 5?! Pres!!! Wait for meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!”

Above were me talking to myself when checking out the Grab apps. ‘Packed’ my cousins and Pavi, shove them inside the car and go go!

After what it feels like ages, I finally found his aunt’s house. I told Pres to go out, but he didn’t believe me. I was talking loudly outside the house; through the phone. I guess my voice was too loud, Pres went outside while his mother and his aunt peeked through the door.

‘Who the heck is that person wearing all white standing outside the door?’ I’m pretty sure this went through their minds xD

Pres was shocked, a tad mad though, because he thought I came alone, at night. Then he saw Pavi and I explained to him that I came with my cousins, with one of them having the same reproductive system as he is.

Told him the reason why I came, gave him the present, went to get my things and sent my cousins back home because his mom/aunt invited us in.

I actually looked away (sending my cousins home) because Pres cried. Okay, I wasn’t planning on telling the world that he cried, but… He said, “Ouh, trust me. You will write about it and I will read it.”

Well Pres, you get what you asked *insert Allya’s cutest, most angelic smile*

After I sent my cousins away, Pres’s tears were no more; he calmed down. I was glad. I mean, I don’t want to create a scene at 10 p.m. (Allya can’t see her friends’ tears remember. Or she’ll agonized by crying hysterically)

Shook his mother’s hands, went inside the house. His dad, sister and uncle stood up. I don’t know why, but I always have this ‘business mode’ on whenever I’m nervous. I shook his family’s hands like I’m in a business meeting or something. A tad tense xD

Shook hands with his aunty who was in the kitchen; making drinks for two crazy girls. Sat on the dining table. Pavi was sitting next to Pres, while I sat in front of him. Were too nervous to calm to actually snapped a photo xD

Before I went to the kitchen, there’s this adorable little girl, blocking my way. I conversed with her for a while, but I think she was too shy to say things clearly. According to Pres’s dad, she’s the sunshine of the family. I agree on that!

Jenna/ Jena is an angel! Okay, I don’t know how to spell her name and I hate spelling people’s name wrong, so let’s just call her Angel.

After we (Pres, Pavi and I) sat on the dining table, Angel came and sat next to me. Since I love children, she’s a good distraction to calm my almost-came-out-from-my-ribcage-due-to-my-fast-heartbeat heart. Angel was an angel sent by God, just for me. She is literally a daughter that I wish I have. Ya Allah, may my daughter be as adorable as her.

Ya Allah, may my daughter be as adorable as her. Aamiin.

She’s aaaargh! No words! Too cute! And smart! And cheerful!

Truthfully, I was attached to her due to our similarities. I used to be like her when I was her age. Twin tails, cheeky, eyes full of mischievous gleam. I mean, she’s way calmer than me, but other than her lack of my super hyperness, she reminds me of my old self.

The two of us talked and talked. She said something about Pres being a monster while me being a princess. Aaaah… Sorry Pres, children are honest creatures. Angel sure knows how to smitten someone. She’ll grow into a very pretty and intelligent lady.

Writing this makes me teary somehow. Hiks, even though it was short, you left a deep impression on me, young lady. Hope we can meet again, but this time, Monster cannot come! Only princesses are allowed ❤ ❤ ❤ (poor Angel fell TT^TT she was jumping and slip on something, she hits her chin, my heart ache)

Back to my dear Pres, he was kept in the dark. We were all planning his surprise party that night (I’ll write about this later), hoping that he’ll he surprised on Monday. That’s why I was so busy typing, rather than ‘melayan’ his conversation with Pavi about their school friends.

It was late, Pavi and I had a train to catch. We bid our goodbyes, but this time I was not as tense; when I shook hands with his family members. Took photos, obviously.

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Arrived at KL Sentral right on time and voila~ Eeeeeeeeenddddddd~

The next post will be about Pavi, sleeping over at my house~

Tata~


P.S. Pres’s sister impressed me. I rarely find a woman, whose handshakes are as firm as her. I grew up in a family whose handshakes have to be firm, all the time; since young. So finding a woman, my age whose handshakes are as firm as mine; it makes me happy. At least it makes me feel less like a weirdo.

P.P.S. Note to self, always tell someone when you’re going to their house. You’re lucky that you didn’t ended up being a guard dog’s chew toy.

Payel is a Mo… WHAAAT?!

Hi hi~

After writing the AGM post last night, I was looking for Payel’s blog. I was helping a friend of mine by giving her links to the blogs that I like. I forgot Payel’s blog URL, so I googled ‘Farafiqa blogspot.’

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My first thought when I saw the blog was, ‘Eik, she changed her blog layout.’

Then, I scroll down and a post shocked the hell out of me.

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I think I almost peed in my pants when I read the first two lines.

HA! PAYEL IS A MOTHER?! WHAT THE?! ASDFFGHJKLL! *insert the ‘Scream’ painting*

It took me a while to compose myself. I know, you may think that I’m stupid. Why do you believe that it’s Payel’s blog? Well, there’s a photo of the writer and she looks like Payel. That’s why, I THOUGHT that it was her blog. I was shocked shite Sherlock! After calming down and getting back my genius mind, I tried to recall Payel’s real blog.

Tadaaaaaa~ http://farafieyqa.blogspot.my/

I did memorized it after all.

To the owner of farafiqa.blogspot.my, do forgive me for posting your blog without your permission. I was just so amaze at how dumb I was. Hahahahahaha xD

That is all for my idiotic night xD

Tata~

P.S. Gonna do a PLL Season 7 MARATHOOOOOOON~ The final episode is tomorrow~ Kyaaaaaaaaa~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Uhhhhmmm… What?

Hi hi~

So, I just finished doing the laundry at midnight. During the time I was doing the laundry, a story popped into my mind. It’s not really a story, or is it?

Now that I’m in front of my laptop, staring at this blank Word sheet, it’s all gone, thus that is the reason why I’m ranting about it here.

What was I supposed to write? It was interesting, I swear. All I remember was the intro of the should-be-this blog-post post.

I know, I know, I should post about the Darevolution AGM, but I must write about ……………………..

There, blank… Oh well, whatever, it’ll popped up someday, I hope. Maybe I’m too sleepy, so it’s hidden somewhere inside my currently tired brain…

Toodles, tata~