M2H LIFE: MALAYSIA, 13 YEARS LATER.

Hi hi~

As you all know, Malaysians were busy yesterday (9th May 2018) and a lot are currently in joy. I am not a Malaysian, but I can feel their happiness. Imagine being disappointed by someone who was supposed to protect you, the PRU14 result will go down in history.

Tun Mahathir Mohamad is Malaysia’s most well-known prime minister (for his greatness). Known for his achievements in building most of Malaysia’s iconic places. For Indonesians, Tun Mahathir Mohamad was our president’s, Pak Soeharto; one of his close friend. Well, honestly, I’m not sure whether they’re friends or not.

One thing for sure, those two amazing people plus Lee Kuan Yew are known as the old-guard of the older generation in South East Asia and unfortunately for Indonesia and Singapore; both of our guardians have passed away, but Malaysia on the other hand are entering a brand new era with the help of their long-time guardian. The tiger economies; Tun Mahathir Mohamad can finally show us his claws again, this time I hope he will pierced his claws way deeper than he did before so Malaysia will be fine for at least another 50 years, if God is willing.

So why the 13 years later?

I first moved to Malaysia back in mid-to-almost-the-end of 2005. Back then, the prime minister was Tun Abdullah Ahmad Badawi. I was only a six year old girl, who was a bit interested in politics, but hey, what does a six year old know? Years passed, I grew up, became more mature, learnt new things, basically, I changed. Although, I was not the only one who changed, Malaysia did too. Some parts were better, but some were worse. Thankfully, most of the people I know went through it all successfully.

I’ve experienced around two elections in Malaysia, three including this one. As for the first two elections, I was still a school student, my knowledge was limited and in our tradition, a teen who is too obsessed with politics is no-no. Fortunately, Allah swt. gave me the chance to experience this whole PRU14 thingy (even though I’m currently in Indonesia) and as I’m more intelligent than I was before, this time around, I can understand most of the things that are happening.

Indonesians are in for a feast next year, as it’ll be our turn to vote; to choose our president. Indonesia’s politics and people are way more twisted than Malaysia’s. I love my country, I really do, but sometimes, I really wish we can just follow Malaysians. Follow the good example and prevent the bad from happening, Indonesia’s youth should act their age for once. Don’t dress like a 30 y/o when in fact you’re only 20 but with the mind-set of a high schooler. I’m not saying all youth in Indonesia are like this, I’ve met a lot of them who are mature enough to handle critics and crude remarks, but those who are still ‘immature’ should prevent themselves from getting into politics because trust me, they’re an embarrassment.

Okay hmmm… Such a negative paragraph. It was supposed to be a happy one.

Nevertheless, congratulations to Tun Mahathir Mohamad and also to my fellow Malaysian friends who voted for him (or support him as most of my friends are only 20 y/o and Malaysia’s legal age is 21). That loud cheer from Indonesia is from me. I am ecstatic and I can’t imagine how happy most of my friends are. I hope everything will turn out for the better for Malaysia and one day, I wish to brag about how I get to witness this historical moment.

The moment when a 92 (almost 93) year old man who had served his country for 22 years rises from his slumber, with full vigour to make his country a better place, not only for the current generation, but also for the future generation. His spirit and passion is something I long for; I wish I can have as much oomph as he does and I hope Indonesia will be next; to have such a historical moment where the citizens fully believe in the change a leader can make.

That is all for today, tata~

P.S. I love how the brand new parliament have like everything. From legends to younguns, men to women. Aaaaah~ This calls for a celebration!

 

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Triggered Memories

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A few minutes ago, I finished watching this one movie. The movie was divided into a few movies(?) or so. I sound so dumb, but yeah. The last part of the movie was out, watched it, disappointed, though, I shed tears during the ending.

There is this one movie that I have been wanting to watch since I was 15. It was a spin off from a book which I’ve known since the young age of 13, but I only began reading it during my last year of middle school. Cici/Ardella, my darling BFF read it first, then she told me it was a fine, fine book. You freak! That thing is not something a 15 years old should read! Oh well, who cares.

The both of us become obsessed with it! We’ve probably read the book a gazillion times. We practically memorized the whole series. You have no idea how excited we were when we found out that a movie was in the making. From the casting to the first shooting and to the private life of the actors. We knew it all. We were screwed, in a way.

The first movie was released in 2015. We were 17, Cici and I went to different schools, as usual, but we were like monkeys! Jumping up and down, enthusiastic as the premiere date was getting closer. Nevertheless, heaven brought its peace upon us. To prevent two crazy 17 y/o girls to watch such movie, it was banned in Malaysia. I know you can probably guess the movie by now. It’s my favourite book, uoolllsss!

Bla bla bla

As usual, I’m not really fond of the movie premiere. So there I was, sitting, laying down watching the last part of the trilogy, the cut one, thus resulting in a very disappointed Allya. It was fun, I was laughing, literally reciting each line in the movie (memorized the whole book), but during the ending, I cried.

My favourite song was playing (from the movie) and they played back those clips from the first movie until the last. You see, I have a very terrible, troublesome, annoyingly annoying case of saying goodbyes. I hate goodbyes. I’m bad with it. Especially when it gave me lots of memories.

As they playback the memories-clip thingy, my own memories started to move, it geared up. Yes, memories are machines xD

I remember those days where I read that book during those long but packed morning assemblies. I remember the time I told my classmates on how good those books actually are, if you look at it from a different perspective. How they made fun of me, how I made fun of them back, how we insulted each other’s fetishes.

Talking about how college life will be? How working life will be? How marriage life will be?

Other than the last part, all of us have now experienced it. From that same-cycle-everyday student to a never-the-same-event-in-a-row kind of person; my classmates and I have grown. We’ve experienced things we never knew existed. We meet new people, there’s also a new environment, new tasks. Nevertheless, by the end of the day, your school friends are just there for you; no matter how hard you tried to remove them.

As you’re reading this, you must think, ‘This girl is crazy, you can’t have that much connection with your school friends.’ But hey, we’re just close, alhamdulillah.

Look at it this way, you’ve been seeing that person for a decade, every single day, yes, sometimes even during the weekends. You talk to them, you laugh with them, you fight with them, you experience grief and sorrow, but also pure bliss, happiness. One day, bam, they’re just gone and you’re out of your comfort zone. Unless you’re just an oddball, you’ll miss that weird, tingly sensation of being with those forced-to-be-friends-but-ended-up-being-our-good-friends-since-we-see-each-other-everyday friends. What?…

I love college, I really do, but there is just something about being with your school friends. The last time you met them was a year ago, maybe, but there is no tension, no awkwardness. It feels comfortable, calming, stress-free; unless there’s a drama going, which will not be cute anymore as we’re 20 y/o this year.

Whenever I feel stressed out about life, I reached out to them. They’re my comfort zone, as creepy as it sounds, I’m so going to stick with you forever, guys! I will leach on like a parasite, remember Science Form 3? Yeah, I’m going to be that.

As this book and movie have been with me for quite sometimes; my friends have been with me for a long time. The memories I have, good and bad, they made me who I am today. You can’t just get rid of it and I don’t want to. My stories with them are a tale which I want to pass on to my children, possibly to my grandchildren as well. My whole life was filled with them, they play a huge part in my life, other than my family.

I don’t miss that everyday-school routine, but I do miss their laughs, their jokes, their sassiness, their dumbness, their everything. I’m holding back my tears as I’m typing this post.

This movie was supposed to be my happy pill, but why do I feel sad? Then I remembered, my schoolmates are my happy pills, this movie reminds me of them. A group of people whom I used meet every day without a doubt, but now, we can only see each other in the cyber world. After all, we are CYBERjaya’s graduates. *laughing at my own puns*

The movie may disappoint me, but the ending did its justice. It made me realize on how important memories can be. They’re my treasure, they made me grow, and they taught me love do extend beyond family members.

My schoolmates, I am blessed with such an amazing group of friends. I hope we can create our own legacy and help those who are in need. As everyone is special in a different kind of way, let’s create an empire!

Fighting! And I miss you guys, a lot! ❤

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Tata~

 

Reminiscing Old Times

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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~

 

Which?

Which university should I enter for my degree?

There are those universities abroad, that I am eligible to enter, but my dad is being clingy; so it’s a big NO. Then, there’s the University of Malaya, that has my course, which is International and Strategic Studies. It’s my dream university since I was young so yeah. Also, there’s UNITAR International University, my current university. Though they don’t have my course, the closest they have is International Business.

I’m in a dilemma, even if I were to go abroad, it will not be now. Argh! This is insane! UM is nice, but idk. UNITAR is well, UNITAR.

This is the most unworthy post ever. Eeeeergh…

Moody no more~

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~

Tata~ Adios~