Posts Tagged ‘signs’

Thought I would share some photos taken while I lived in Malaysia. They made me smile. Or laugh. Or shudder. Or just pause.


Who would try to feed that bad boy?


Ummm, okay. Not sure I would ever be a regular customer.


Why are people always complaining about hospital food?


I prayed, “Please don’t slip in your socks!” Most of the fellas go barefoot.


Not exactly sure what this is but I think I could use one.


Fast service no matter how long it takes. Good to know.

Needed cash so I was excited to see the ATM. Until. Sigh. It’s happened to me on more than one occasion.


Day at the zoo. Adult wristband. Validation!


I know it shows no right turn but that blinker was flashing anyway. Hope they’re okay.


Those folks obviously didn’t read the sign.


Dunkin Donuts. Not just donuts.


Sign in the hospital. Way to motivate.


Pretty birds just wandering around the neighborhood near school. On the correct side of the road.


So proud to have grown up in Ode Island. Malaysian heat toasted my bumper sticker.


When you’re not like the rest of the gang.


This photo was taken by a friend. LOL.


I will leave you with this one.

Who’s a mess? Amma mess.






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What bothers you?

Plenty of little things bother me. At least for a moment.

Like when I see a shoe in the middle of the highway. I think, “How does that happen?”

The other day I saw two boots in the middle of the road and that bothered me even more!

It bothers me when there is a price tag on the inside of a shoe. Because I want to remove it but never go to any great lengths to make sure I actually finish the job and attack the residual adhesive. Like whipping out nail polish remover. So there’s a constant nagging bit of stickiness on my sole and my mind.

Not a big fan of the pieces of ribbon sewn into shirts and blouses -meant for easy hanging-but always poking out of the armhole. Every time I put a shirt on I adjust the tags, ribbons and body parts and say to myself, “I need to grab a pair of scissors and remove them.” And I never do. Not the body parts! They can stay-just the tags and ribbons.

I’m bothered by powdered cream for coffee.

Misspellings on menus bother me. Also signs. Here in Malaysia I see more advertisements and signs for saloons that are offering to cut and style your hair. I get that I am in a country where English is not the native language. But I want to say, “Please advertise in your own language and let us figure it out.” Or check with a native English speaker before ordering that big old sign. Just makes me thirsty.

This is just a short list. Obviously. And meant to be light hearted instead of the heavy stuff.

What bothers you?

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My cousin’s father-in-law died this past Sunday. My deepest sympathy goes out to his family.

It’s so sad because this is a time when a lot of my contemporaries are seeing their parents leave this earth. And no one wants to see them go.

Of course, he passed away five minutes after she and I checked into a motel on Cape Cod. I don’t think he planned it that way. If she had canceled the trip like she considered then I am sure he would have held on for two more weeks.

The old Yiddish proverb, “Man plans and God laughs” comes to mind. Some things we just cannot control.

When this man took his final breath in Upstate New York there was a bolt of lightning and a clap of thunder accompanied with torrential rain. It stopped and a beautiful rainbow appeared. Now, that is what I call going out with a bang.

And sending a message to his loved ones.

Isn’t that just wonderful? Wow.

I hope everyone has a lovely weekend.  Enjoy and appreciate every moment.

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Just a few things that caught my eye recently here in Kuala Lumpur. Not sure why these make me laugh. But they do.

We spend a good portion of our time teaching the young folks the importance of trying. Could all be undone with a sign like this.

Just so glad they didn’t charge for the warm water. Especially since we didn’t order it warm.

The cashier looked at me and stamped the receipt. How did she know I was checked out that day?

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