My lappy died on me.
i seek refuge in this super huge computer.
I am supposed to finish my report but i am in no mood to do so.
I'm in no mood to do anything as a matter of fact.
I joke about many things but lately i find it difficult to be in good humour.
Not that i'm grouchy or angry, i just dont feel like i can laugh or smile as much.
Unless its when re-telling the experiences of the last two and a half months.
Today marks the one week of being back in singapore.
Yet all i can replay in my mind is saying goodbye to everyone in Myanmar.
I miss everybody everyone.
I'm having the blues.
Its tough.

I feel different.
So very different.

The Ultimate Change

My little boy is so cute he reminds me of tomatoes and round apples.
HAHA.

I know that i've been mandalay-sick lately but i do feel happy being with my family. There are many things i am grateful for over here. I learnt alot thanks to friends,colleagues and the supervisors. But nothing beats by learning through observing and interacting with the locals. They are inspiring in their own ways.

there are many events that is still super crystal clear in my mind:
my birthday
conversations with uncle anthony
waterfalls
saicar rendezvous with yawen
staff room blackout
specky
bug infestation of my room
my bbs
the bus
thingyan
going to the market
city mart
cafe jj
blue taxis
"myanmar ama'" haha
speaking myanmar
"Ms Sofia!!!" by my little ones
jeff's emo moments
fong's robert-james moment
Mr No Need Parcel
waiting for the internet to work
great wall shopping centre
eating sardines on saturdays
mr han's appointment (haha)
laughing with everyone
seeing the sunrise and mountains every morning
my students running and hugging me tight
my morning kiss
singing the school song
photocopy
Dinner with ms may
running from ei ei for substitution classes
listening to ms siti's multiple=language translation
me and yawen fighting over who should bathe first (haha)
the bitchy money changer uncle who gives us money
the beauty of the place, the people
the spitting of sireh
sexy longyi man
just everything else

haiz. but what to do?

I came to this page with so many things to write about.
But they just disappear once i start to try to put them into words.
Myanmar
Family
Just us.

I sleep hoping that when i wake up I'm in mandalay.
I am going crazy with that home-sick feel.
I never thought two months could change my life so much.
My body is in Singapore but i feel like i left my heart somewhere else.
So much attachments there.
Help.


"No need parcel."

Today i realised there are many people i didnt say goodbye properly to.
I guessed that i thought by cutting short the goodbyes it makes it easier for me to leave.
But today i realised it sucks that i didnt!
When they add me in gmail and stuff and tell me that they wished to talk to me and stuff i couldnt believe the opportunities i've pushed away.
I guess everything happens for a reason.
My students have been the greatest joy apart from spending time with the other locals.
Saying goodbye to them was really difficult.
Its crazy but we all go through it at one point of our life.
Send me back to that place.

love,
Sofia

I am finally home.
I thought i would be jumping with joy.
But it lasted only for awhile.
I'm mixed up about being home.
I am both happy and sad.
I want to be both here and in myanmar.
I think yawen share how i feel.

I MISS MY STUDENTS AND TEACHERS!!