Folktales: Malin Kundang Nowadays

Once upon a time, there lived a poor family consisting of a mother and his child named Malin, which is being issued that Malin’s father is missing since he was a baby, some villagers says that  his father has passed away as a fisherman when he went to the sea. Meanwhile, his mother just kept worrying about the issues, and Malin try to calm her down,

“Don’t worry Mom, no matter whether dad is still alive or not, we just have to continue our live as usual”,  Said Malin.

But his mother just keep gloomy, “I just can’t keep calm, your father always text me or at least, leave a misscall if he is about to go to the sea”,

“Maybe he ran out of battery, and forgot to bring his power bank”,

“Ah you’re right, but it’s been fifteen years since he left”,

“Wait what? Fifteen years? Umm.. I’m not sure about this, but its like he bought a new power bank”,

Long Story Of My Past

It’s been a long time since my latest post huh? Well, i just can’t decide what is more important between blogging and dating, though it’s mean none that want to have a date with me. Repeat, none. It’s my newest post since two years so I just don’t wanna get ‘bullied’ by you just in a second, at least give me two minutes, nah, three. Let me think about it… hmm… wait for it…. wait for it…. Damn it! I just can’t get another topic that save me from being a dumb! OK guys, you won. Today’s post is about me, the ‘old’ me…

                Three years ago, I’ve decided to continue my study to university, the things that I love for being a college student are they always seems happy, have a date, no strict schedule, large amount of cash and you can be the idol on your campus as long as you’re handsome, smart and rich. Fortunately, I’m not that rich, it’s only my parents, at least my face isn’t that bad, you may compare me with Zayn Malik (No, I’m not serious, forgive me Directioners). Let’s skip the junk introduction about my face, I still have another chance for being an Idol with my brain, can’t believe it? So do I. When I was on my junior high school, I’m the only student who can finish thirty number of Math exams in twenty minutes! Amazing, right? The score? Who care about the score! Some says, the fastest one is the best! Though I must do remedial. It doesn’t matter! From this point I can learn that the fastest one is not the best, but the slowest one is the best. From that day, I always comes late during the exams.