Busan: The Misunderstood City (Part 1)

“To be great is to be misunderstood.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson

Busan, your accent has been the benchmark of any feared gangsters, your people mistaken as unsophisticated countryside peasants and your cuisine is supposed to consist only of seafood. Do not worry, being misunderstood is just a path to greatness. And you are a great city, Busan. Shall we explore and untangle these misunderstandings?

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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.”

Chicken Rice, Miss Hoggy Georgian Style – Prologue

So after a certain trip the week before, here is Miss Hoggy, finds herself craving (not like super craving, just a normal craving) for some home cook Chinese meals. Thus, she finally broke open her Asian Instant Noodles stash and cook them to kind of satisfy the inner Chinese-meal craving. But it wasn’t enough. Sorry, MSG and powder flavouring. What can she do then? Continue reading “Chicken Rice, Miss Hoggy Georgian Style – Prologue”