It’s been a while. If you’ve been around for a bit you’ll know at times like these I usually ease my way back in with a couple of rubbish posts – some photos of my kids watching TV, or a couple of semi-racist vignettes from the village. Tonight I cross a new threshold of apathy and plagiarism, not to mention low-quality photography, with this series of phone photos of signs I’ve seen around. I call it Chinglish – In Fact, It’s A Ridiculous!
I’ve been waging an intense mental battle with myself since becoming a totally integrated (using “totally integrated” in the sense of “wearing pyjamas to the supermarket like a local because CONVENIENCE!”) resident of Hong Kong, as opposed to a mere tourist, to not post Chinglish photos every day. But..fuckit. Think how many hours of post-writing this could save me in future.
Entrance With Promise – Wanchai District Court
The only place in the world where such a sign is necessary?
Observe the handmade sign in the rear window.
A universal sentiment.
And now a couple of appalling ads plastered widely around MTR stations
at the moment.
Ads here don’t appear to be regulated in any way by either law or reality.
Here is superskinny lady who appears to have recently had not one
but three babies!
Note: I can’t read it, it could be for bust enhancement rather than weight loss.
Either way it’s hilarious. Also cheap – that’s like AU$100 or something. Tempting…
Remember, in Hong Kong, no smoking, no trespassing,
and no…money laundering?
I mean, obviously.
But is it really so common as to warrant posters in public corridors?
To finish off, the “Preserved Meat Sausage”.
Or as I prefer to call it, the “Shriveled Pustulent Wang”.
Don’t unsubscribe yet, I’m probably going to write some real posts soon. If that lady above can manage to wrangle three kids under six months (and her “arse” into those shorts), then you’d think I could find some time to put a few paragraphs together.