Don't forget where we came from

A few days before, mom gave me a firm lecture. Short but effective. "Don't forget where you came from, don't forget your origin".

The words struck me like an arrow. For a moment, I was overwhelmed by guilt. Yes, I did forget about my origin. I forgot I was a proud Myanmar. As I lived in Singapore, I was influenced by Singapore's culture that I forgot about my exquisite culture.  

Living in Singapore for 6 years made me forgot who I really was. I felt awkward starting a conversation with a Burmese after a few years, shunning them if possible. I felt that the Burmese people in Singapore are obnoxious without realizing that I am in fact obnoxious as well. I been committing a huge mistake without realizing until my mom pointed it out.

And as I found many other things that I have been missing. Thanks to Cultural Intelligence project, I began to take pride in myself as a Burmese. We have unfold treasures, rich in natural resources and more. Damn the government. Well, they are trying their best now. Who knows in future, Myanmar will become the richest country in future again, and becoming a tourist spot, more airlines coming in, Myanmar Airways will flourish (please get more planes, Boeing 747, A330, A340, etc). Can't wait.

Oh yea, I miss U Bein's Bridge. At the length of 1.2 km, it is in fact the longest yet oldest wooden bridge made of woods. Pure woods, teaks. I miss the shaky bridge and the scary yet exciting feeling when walking along the bridge. I can't wait to take a photo at U Bein's bridge (a sunset will be nice there). Well, I just can't wait to go back Myanmar.

the famous U Bein's Bridge

Myanmar, I'm coming home. :)