my dad used to have a branch of his business in myanmar. and i rmb going to yangon when i was younger. and we went out to the countryside, where we sat on this little boat and went along this river to go visit one of his employee's village. and the people there were so warm and kind. taking such great delight in dressing me up like a little myanmese girl with the white powder on my face and wrapping me round and round to make this long skirt that i kept tripping over. and then bunning my hair on top of my head. i need to go find those pictures..

i still have the boxes in which the white face powder came in. that they so kindly gave to me. all i have are warm fuzzy memories of myanmar and it makes me so sad sometimes to see the state of the country now. i want to go back one day.

my dad brought a handful of his staff out from myanmar, and they're working in his spore office now. and they're the sweetest, most mild-mannered ppl i know (: