Marshmallow-stories???

Dear V,

I was so happy to get your mail this morning. Since you went back to Europe, I haven’t get any of your mail because you were spending your time at your family’s summer house where there was Internet access unavailable.

I replied you back in one paged long letter, explaining you everything that was happening with me, and I think it is long only because we haven’t talk for a long time and I missed you so much.

I saw you in my dream a couple of nights ago, me and you were having adventure (don’t remember exactly), running together while holding our hands firmly from some kind of monster. It was kinda of fun though.

Do you remember the time when we were singing solo in Choir?

"I’m small part of the world…I have small hand which to hold

but if I stand by your side…IF you put your hand in mine

together…we can reach out to the sky"

It was just like that.

There are so many good times of us. Remember the time when we switched our Christmas cards , we both found out that we gave the same card with the exact words in it. How awesome was it?

In Economic class, you and I got a lot of troubles because we kept whispering and talked each other all the time. Even though we got trouble, we were the only students taken to the Play (every year)by our teacher.

Think about the time when we talked and you played piano for  me on the phone for hours, and hours. Finally, our parents got mad at us for high phone-bills.

And, on the April 18, we were at the university for a half day and we had so much fun pretending like we were students there.  You bought peach sunset, and I bought peaches sunrise (smoothies) after we stuffed ourselves with lunch. The funny thing was we followed the man (professor) who was talking on his cell phone in British accent because we both like any kind of accents cuz it shows where you came from.

The other time, we were in a hurry to get out of school for field trip and there were some theatre students trying to interview us and video tape us (for the project). Then, you turned them down by saying, "we don’t speak English". The guy looked at us with a surprise and asked what language we spoke. And, you told him clamly "we speak Burmese." As soon as we left, we both were cracking up into laughs.

The first burmese word that I taught you was " mingalarbar" , and you said it with your accent, and i smiled because it sounded a little bit funny. But, it was soooo cuteee.

I remember when I was traveling with your family, we walked to the places and wondering around the hotel that night. We talked and talked and, we never shut up. Did we?

If I have to write about our friendship, there will never be enough pages for me. So, let me stop right here before I make readers hate me for tiring their eyes. (lol)

luv luv luv

"J"