Everyone's an editor

Seen in a bathroom stall at the Ho Chi Minh City Airport:


I saw this in not one but two different bathrooms. (I thought about looking in the other stalls, but I ran out of time.) The Japanese editing, in particular, makes me smile. I wish I knew what it said...

Do your part!

The building management has kindly posted a giant sign next to the elevator in my apartment building. Its purpose: Help residents prevent fire and theft (which, according to the sign, are more common during the holidays and through to Lunar New Year).

Most of the tips listed make total sense: Close your windows; lock your doors; don't leave candles burning.

One, however, leaves me quite puzzled:




Surely, bad music sung badly would keep the burglars away.

My sister is in town (check out her account of her trip), and we're headed to Thailand in a few hours. So I'm going to use that as my excuse not to blog for the next week.

Because I've been so good at the blogging thing up to now...

An ode to salad

As seen on the wall of a cafe in Hamamatsu, Japan:

It eats in the meat borrowing and hopeless.
The vegetables, too,
eat and let’s do the good balance having a meal.
You of the living alone.
You who don’t eat vegetables at the house.
It is slightly in luxury as much as the time
of the eating-out and salad how.
Because the person who doesn’t have money has S size, too.

Granted, I haven't spent much time in Japan, but the English translations I've seen have been pretty much spot-on in the wording, if not the punctuation (lots of things are turned into possessives, whether necessary or not).

So I can't quite figure this one out...

What? Don't believe me?


The ode to appetizers is slightly funnier, but I like the line about "You who don't eat vegetables at the house."