Armenian 101

Foreigners vs Taxi Drivers 2- 1. How?

And I think I saw a tram, outside of Melbourne. Or is it really?

Here’s to navigating around Armenia, made easy.

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Yerevan, the Number 13, and Being Chinese.

“A sacred kiss beneath the sky, the open ether deep.
That which the wind, the atmosphere, the waters bear away
Is the Ideal—the lullaby sung to the soul asleep”- Madame Sybil, The Ideal

Translated by Alice Stone Blackwell.

Miss Hoggy has been quite morbid lately, hasn’t she? Nothing was as rosy as she would’ve like. It was the same morbid Miss Hoggy, prior to Yerevan for given the early boot, for being cold, and missing Chinese food (again, I know). It wasn’t ideal. Nothing in life can ever go your way. But she has to find ways around it, find ways to alleviate that morbidity. Hopefully the 13th capital of Armenia would do the trick. Not that the number 13 has any unideal connotation. Continue reading “Yerevan, the Number 13, and Being Chinese.”

Leaving the Home of My Forefather’s, Borneo

“The swans, in discouragement, have migrated
from the poisonous lakes this evening,” – Siamanto, Prayer

Sorry for the interruption of the Armenia series, but hearing this specific news, relieved that it was exposed, however shamed of her inability to protect, Miss Hoggy was reminded of why she left the home of her grandfather’s, Sarawak, Malaysian Borneo. Continue reading “Leaving the Home of My Forefather’s, Borneo”

My Tears

 I was alone with my pure-winged dream in the valleys my sires had trod;

My steps were light as the fair gazelle’s, and my heart with joy was thrilled;

I ran, all drunk with the deep blue sky, with the light of the glorious days;

Mine eyes were filled with gold and hopes, my soul with the gods was filled.

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Merci, Armenia

“Happiness consists not in having much, but in being content with little” – Marguerite Gardiner

Admitedly, Miss Hoggy wasn’t a happy camper when she was told that her services as a teacher was no longer needed in the Republic of Georgia. She cried for days, screamed unfair, and naturally, she didn’t have the heart to stay in Georgia any longer. How could you ever be contented that you were denied the chance to do what you love, especially after you’ve fallen in love with it?

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