Forget-me-not!

I used to think i have very good memory. (Note: "Used to")
My lindy pals will attest to that.
Not attesting to the "good memory" bit. Actually, not the "used to" bit either.
Hmmm...actually they can't attest to that statement.
Haha...because for as long as I've known them, I'm THE Miss Blur cum Forgetful, second to none.
My fingers won't be enough to count the number of instances where, with faces furrowed, they shook their heads in disbelief at my mega-memory lack.
I can't remember the dance steps. I can't recall what transpired ten minutes ago.
I'm a walking eraser.
Yet, my secondary pals could be pretty astounded by my mega-memory.
Case-in-point: i could still remember the cheer we composed for our A. Maths teacher, Mr Meah. A whimsical piece spurred by the intoxification of Nippon point during that crazy period of banner painting, aka interclass-Sports-Day-drawing-near period. Mr Meah, had a very distinctive flavour of pronunciation, especially when he wanted to emphasize the marks we would get for doing the wrong workings.

Flashback.
The year was 1995.
Mr Meah: Can. You can get marks for doing it this way. Zeeeeeero mark!

This is what the cheer sounds like:
What you want to learn ah, Dy.Dx
What you want to learn ah, Dy.Dx
A. Maths, Mr Meah
Cannot do, Zeeero mark
Meah, Meah, all the way!!

This is a rip-off from the original:
Who you wan to be ah? 3-2 warriors!
Who you wan to be ah? 3-2 warriors!
How far? All the way!
Half way? No way!
Any sweat? No sweat!
Chicken feet. Haha. All the way!

Believe it or not, we cheered our lungs out so that he could hear us that fateful interclass Sports Day.
And believe it or not, he wore a big smile on his face.