IT'S MORE FUN IN MALAYAN :)

It was one typical morning. I haven’t had enough rest last night. I think I have dreamt something but I couldn’t figure what as soon as I open my eyes. I saw faces. I am not sure where I met them, but sure I have met them. I just can’t remember when and where.

My doorbell rang. It was pitchy. I would like to hit whoever is on my doorstep. And probably the postman knew what I wanted to do. He left me an envelope and stormed away.


It was an invitation to a high school reunion. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the last time I was sitting on my school desk. I can’t even remember my school uniform. And I am required to attend because I will be one of the speakers. 


It took me one week to reminisce everything. How could I forget my high school life? The memories that molded me to who I am now. I used to sulk in my classroom during breaks and complain about the tons of projects and quizzes I have to accomplish on due. I remember I tried all of the noodles and snacks in the school canteen that never changes. I always complain about my physics subject. What in the world is the use in studying lessons I can’t understand? Or perhaps I was just really being lazy and not interested in the subject. 

And then for a minute I find myself smiling. There are those small details that slowly coming back to me now. There were days I would sit with the girls and share scary stories. I used to have a lot of them, as many as the dishes I brought to school at lunch. Girl talks are really something. Sometimes we talk about family affairs. Most of the time, boys. But the scary stories are the ones I enjoyed the most. We scare each other and end with a thunder of laughter, or little screams.



Malayan School was awesome! And our section Leucine was Leu-Awesome!

I really enjoyed the company of those people. We share hardships on exams, school projects, and activities. Sometimes we lose, sometimes we win. The teachers were cool. Back then I have never thought I would enjoy English since I am not a native speaker of the language. Flashes of memories of how fun my high school life is coming one by one and I cant help being thankful and proud that I attended that school.

This entry is a work of fiction only for I have been only staying in Malayan for less than 3 months. In spite of this, I am looking forward to experience great things and wonderful memories like what I have imagined in this blog.

There is more fun in Malayan. Not because it is a school with facilities that cater to the needs of its students and faculties. Not because of the diverse students who attend and the accomplishment of each and everyone in different fields. Malayan is fun because it is where these treasurable memories could be share with. Memories that one day will make us remember that we were once young and ready to face the world. Malayan is the place where he will share most memorable tears and laughs, trials and victories Malayan proves that we can be brought up in a well-educate and well-mannered way, and most of all the friendships that we build in here.