i remember i forget

azian, ellia, fifa, firdaus, nabila & i were in the same class, 04s30 in tpjc.
wani was in the class too.
the myanmar children whom i met in ocip during jc, who cut the paper patterns and each chose to give one of theirs to me, and the paper patterns remain in my rusty purple metal coin box.
the laos children who drew animals and me, and gave me their drawings, which are inside my digital camera pouch.
my friends who have stepped into their very own whirlwinds while i have been revelling in mine.
the time when huimin stepped into the mrt too early and was the only one who got in while boyboy, mama, and me remained outside.
sambal porridge with michelle.
papa's habit of tucking his tshirt into his berms.
holding my siblings' hands while we cross the road together.