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.
Soooooo… I was in a bad mood, since Monday. Or was it Tuesday. Eh… I forgot… Ouh yeah, I was absent on Tuesday and Wednesday due to my high fever.
Things happened here and there. At home, campus, brain, heart. Though this one particular thing pissed the hell out of me. Though, s’all good now~
I’m still mad and I am still going to write something about it, but for now, I’m just happy. And confused. Well, more like the later one.
The one thing that I’m really bad at (except for Maths; that one is my mutual enemy since birth) is L.O.V.E. I suck big time! Make it one-sided or two ways relationship. Pffffttt… Who am I to talk? All you do is one-sided gurl xD
Let’s prevent this from getting weirder. Gotta do my law assignment (thank you Syamiel for wishing me good luck for this! I need it! TT^TT) and study for tomorrow’s quiz~
Who? Who became annoyingly spoilt? Tehee~ It’s me.
I am not one to ‘mengada’ with people. I don’t mind people being all clingy, acting like a baby, but for Thor’s sake; I don’t do those things. Well, at least not before.
To summarize it all, before college, I was the guardian angel/Satan’s mistress to people around me. They’ll seek me for comfort and asked for advice (tho most of the time, I’m the source of their agony), they belief in me (not trust) and most importantly, my friends know that Allya the big sister will always be there for them; to protect them.
If they got into a fight, I’ll beat up whoever the opponent was (even when my friends are wrong. Bad, I know. Am extremely bias), when someone said bad things about my friends, I’ll make sure that person who bad-mouthed them will suffer for the rest of their life (only I can talk bad about my friends) and when we’re out in the cold world, I will make sure everyone was safe. I’ll walk on the side-nearest-to-the road path, I’ll make sure I’ll be hit first when crossing the road, I’ll bring all of those heavy things; I’ll protect them from harm’s way.
Although, it all changed when I entered college. Particularly, during my semester 2. I am treated like a princess. Maybe it’s a normal thing, but I do feel flattered by whatever they are all doing. Alhamdulillah, I’m blessed with guy friends who are total gentlemen. Never once, those male in my campus ever let me bring heavy things. They care for me like how a girl is suppose to be treated. I mean, I’m not saying that the guys from school are bad, they’re adorable, but maybe they’re just used to see me as someone who’ll protect them; not one to be protected.
Sadly, I became too comfortable with this whole situation. When I met my school friends, I get offended by what they did or said. The old Allya wouldn’t mind about it at all. Heck, she’ll probably laugh it off without feeling bad. However, the current Allya almost cried.
When facing a troublesome situation, the girl who not only collected herself, but are also leading 800 people; she was shaking when answering the phone. I mean, I get it if I’m shaking because I lied, but I was blurting out the truth for God sake! I kept blabbering; ‘uhhhmmm’ was often said as much as I inhale. Ergh! The old me can tell you a story about some person’s life; a non-existence person while sounding like that person is my best friend! (not something that I should be proud of, but you get the point yeah)
She is becoming softer and more sensitive. I should get myself together. Gotta find that old Allya back (only the positive sides please). I love being pampered by people around me, but I should not delude myself. Okay, delude is not the word, but whatever xD
True, I love being treated like a woman, but I shouldn’t be mean to friends who didn’t treat me as such. It’s not their fault, they know the old Allya, not the new. So I can’t blame them for that. Regardless, I love all of my friends!
❤ ❤ ❤ Love you all lots! ❤ ❤ ❤
P.S. I know this is a random thing to write. I just feel like writing, that’s all. Again, bear with me please xD
P.P.S. I am becoming too dependent on Pres as well. Before, everyone was depending on me; the ever so independent woman. Now, I’m disgusted at how much I depend on Pres. No offense Pres, none of them are your fault. I love being your VP, you treat me well and thanks to you, I get to experience being a follower, leaded by a great person. But gurl, you gotta get yourself together and rule on! Oppps, I mean live on~
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!
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 ❤