This blog is so not responsible for any thing that happens here.
Well, nothing is going to hurt you unless you want to quarrel.
Beware of my secret agent ducks!

Name's Tasha
If you haven't figured it out, I am a girl
I am a 'writer'
'Student'
'Hopeless Romantic'
Where's my chocolate???!!!

S.K.B.D.

Come here, adik .
Let’s take a walk.

Look, this is where I would wait.
Right by this big black gate.
Playing around like you do now.
Or munch on generous amounts of junk food.
Supplied by the uncles on motorcycles.

There used to be a tennis court and sandlot.
Where that building now stands.
Always picked up a stone and played hopscotch.
Specks of dirt imprinted on my hands.

My friends and I would run around.
Chasing after each other in the car park.
‘Police & Thief’ being the game of choice.
For the first 3 years, anyway.
We’d stroll into class after recess.
Smelling like week old canteen food.

The boys told us the school was built on a grave.
They said that the classrooms were haunted.
Oh, wait, I think it was the toilets.

No, I don’t know if it’s really true.

The canteen.
I hardly came here.
Tried to save my 50 cents most days.
Mama made me bring my own food.
After a few kids complained of tummy aches.

Yeah, probably best to keep away.

Ooh, this is the hall!
I used to perform on that stage.
You know once, we did an S Club 7 routine.
Complete with all the members.
I was supposed to be Jo, the tall and tough girl.
Now I look back and think of how ridiculous I must’ve looked.


Right there on that field…
I got hit in the eye with a softball.
Hahaha, the one time I participated too.
On family day, we had tents and tanks (yes, of the military kind).
Side by side with hot air balloons and pretty ponies.

I used to sit in this class.
And do my work like a good little girl.
Could break that chair now.

What do you mean my butt’s too big?
Cheeky little monster.

Chalk replaced with markers.
Hmmm...Kids replaced with miniature adults.

Its ok you don’t have to understand.

The drains didn’t use to be covered.
This one right here.
Is where I fell, accidentally, of course.
My mouth just slammed against the concrete.
Lost some teeth and bled quite a bit.

Of course it hurt.

Be careful of the red ants.

Right around this corner is the pond.
During gotong-royong , we had to scoop out the tadpoles.
So we could clean it.
I haven’t touched another tadpole since.

On the 2nd floor, there was a bat.
That crashed into that wall.
Dead plastered there.
I dared myself to touch it.

Let’s go home.

Well, I don’t know.
You’ll have to see.

Be kind, rude people sucks.

Iza
Qing
Michelle
Nis
Geoffrey
Eli
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