this is Gail drowning in nostalgia

i didn't do anything today but be my lazy self. it was fun catching up with my friends from Burma. they were my former classmates in grade school. some with whom i actually grew up with. imagine being with them for 6 years or more and then bumping into them 6 years after. most of them are out of Myanmar, studying for college. Htike is in the U.S., Patrick and Khine Mar are in Australia, Phyo is in England (i think), and Esther is still in Myanmar. i saw Patrick, Khine Mar and Htike online. it was fun :) i'm glad they still remembered me. Patrick said he lives near my old house back in Myanmar, at the same road! how cool is that? i miss that house. it's such a huge place with three big gardens and a wide lawn to play at. the house itself is pretty especially when my mother decorated it herself with all the antique furniture. i can still remember every single detail about that house and how i loved it when the day is sunny and daylight would pass through the windows. it made the whole living room light up and cozy.

i remember my dog- Bonnie. he is a white terrier with brown spots. he's an adorable and smart dog. we had to leave him when we left Myanmar :( it was so sad.

i have lots of memories in that country. heck, i grew up there! i spent 8 years of my childhood there and it somehow became a home to me considering the fact that my sister and i were more fluent in Burmese than in Tagalog during those years.

the friends were amazing too. i went to the Diplomatic School in Yangon and my classmates were of different nationalities: Thai, Burmese, Chinese, Indonesian, Australian, Egyptian, Indian, Pakistani, and Korean. My school was a melting pot of different races but we somehow became one through the Burmese language. all of us were fluent since we grew up in the country so English and Burmese were widely spoken.

Myanmar felt like a home :) i kind of miss the place. i wonder how it looks like now. i can see that the Aung San Suu Kyi hoopla isn't over yet. i think it is far from over. i still remember seeing her while passing through the road where her house was. she stood behind the gate with the Burmese army guards around her as she talked to her supporters. poor lady. did you know that her husband is an English journalist and that she has two daughters who now lives in England? i can't imagine being a mother without being with her family. i remember having a biography of her life when i was little. i didn't use to care about who she was. all i know was that she was someone popular and a threat to the Burmese government. i should have kept the book :(

help me, i am drowning in nostalgia right now.