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 Advertisements Continue reading Fickle Love
“When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That’s relativity.”- Albert Einstein
What I’m going to tell you is what I deemed a disaster. But if you beg to differ, well, I supposed it’s relative. Continue reading “First Day = Disaster”
Have I done it? Did I wrangle back myself some refunds and not pay the sky for my date change? Will I make it to my job in Buyeo and please everyone else? This is mission impossible and I’m surprised I kind of managed. What I’ve learnt is that unless you’re really certain you … Continue reading Mission Impossible
“Promises are made to be broken, plans are made to be changed.” – Misshoggy Plans are best not made, especially the travel sort, because plans just don’t stick around very well. Well, not in Misshoggy’s world. In current Misshoggy’s world, due to my new job in South Korea, I’m left to abandon my extensive North … Continue reading Home Leaving News: Change of Plan
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?
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“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?
“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?