I was all of 8 years studying in ye ol' Simpang Lima (1), a part of the rockin' class that is 2 Ungu. Our classroom, if I remember correctly, is the last one of the block. There was this empty piece of gravelled land where we would play and get our co-curricular books signed on Saturdays.
There was also this raised concrete thingy on which we would play buaya.
Buaya darat literally.
Okay that was cold.
Isn't it funny when you try to recollect a certain month in a year and all you, or rather I, could think of is school? Everything else slips my mind. Looks like school takes up a Huge space in my head.
800 000 to 1, 000, 000 Tutsis estimated to be killed.
One blardy million people.
Killed while I was at school.
Kind of put things in perspective doesn't it? Living in a place we blardy take things for granted.
My eyes got red watching Sometimes in April over at HBO.