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before i forget

– hosting st nick’s national day ceremony with you. singing badly in front of 10 cohorts of girls.

– the days i went down my block every morning, waiting for you to come by – that blur morning face. that few minutes we have together before our ride pulled up.

– the days of maran, us mugging math together, giving each other side glances at maran’s unintended innuendos.

– the days in primary school we were collectively punished by chan ah moy. (taking turns to sit on the bin.)

– the days you had brownie after school and we’d prank you while you were flag-raising.

– when we had table tennis together, and we would think up games to play. making up ridiculous stories about sumos being so fat they collected sweat in pools of fats. your story about the indian man who went for a tan and became fair. our one line each poems together.

– math. teaching each other how to draw models.

– calling each other to ask about homework, but ending up chatting.

– our communication book. upgrading from passing notes in class we passed a book around to record our conversations.

– writing and illustrating stories together. our first one was about a man. with a heart which spilled out. tumbling down a hill. in a single-lined exercise book. we never finished that one. our second, a love story, written on foolscap and neatly filed.

– R U Chicken board game. when we invented a game of truth and dare translated to a board game and won that award. when we screamed and cheered when we won.

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