Burma has always fascinated me. For this reason, in mid-March, I convinced my sister Alma and my high school classmate Vylma to alter our travel plans from Cambodia to the country now known as Myanmar.
The emotions of coming home are strong, even though I was here only two years ago. That first glimpse of Manila by night always takes my breath away. The city may be sinking with the rest of the country with debts, overpopulation and bad publicity, but outside my plane window, this brightly lit Pearl of the Orient looks just like any prosperous city in the world.
The day following my first first-place win in a Scrabble tournament, I bought a personal pan za to fill my wame as well as my qi.
