Fickle Love

Me: Hello. Why are you all here? Did something happen? 8th grade girl: Yes, Teacher. There is a handsome man, carrying bricks. As we spoke, the handsome man walked by us. Twenty 8th Grade girls: (Screaming) Saranghae!!!! Translation: I love you!! *Sigh* Young girls and Handsome Man. Translation: Fickle Love Continue reading Fickle Love

Home Leaving News

Since her last road trip around Victoria, Miss Hoggy has awkwardly left no news of her whereabouts to the outside world for the last four weeks. Did the alcohol consumption in Healesville got her into trouble? Or did the domestic road trip failed to cure THE travel bug, and now remained of a husk of a dreamer? What really happened?

What really happened was…

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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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My Goodbyes

“Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.” – J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

This is what that makes goodbyes harder: when it’s to friends and family found far away from home, where you know that it’s nearly impossible to go back. How do you ever say goodbye?

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