Tuesday, December 2, 2008

My friends are nice






Yesterday, a basket of goodies awaited me on the steps to my back porch. On the couch was a piece of paper from the Post Office saying I had a parcel waiting for me there. I have the best friends. I went and picked up the package today. The parcel is from my friends Olivia and BJ who still live in Korea where we all met. The box reads in big red letters in Korean, well the Korean part doesn't really matter since nobody that I know speaks Korean, but there is an English translation directly underneath the Korean. It says: The Ricecake about story. I am sure you can logically deduce what the correct translation should be.
This is one thing I miss about Korea. Poorly translated English...EVERYWHERE. In the subway, on menus, on T-Shirts, on everything in stationary stores, etc. And well, whoever is doing this horrible translation is an absolute idiot and genius simultaneously.



Because, you see, Koreans buy every and anything that has English on it because it is trendy. All of the Westerners in Korea buy it for mere entertainment. This business is a gold mine. I should jump on it.


However, I don't think such genius could be produced so inorganically. I am sure Asians feel the same way about Westerners who get those Asian characters tattooed all of their bodies under the assumption the character or phrase is profound when it is actually misspelled or in the wrong tense or well, you know what I mean.





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