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Panic Attack

So, I attempted to update my blog last night AND this morning to find that there was something up with the site.

It wouldn't have been SO bad if I hadn't just recently realised that I don't have a back up of the writing that goes on here and have only started to back it all up.

What weird karma it would have been if it was all lost just days after I decided to keep. The universe really works in weird ways.

So, I'm off to finish backing up all the content today, now that it's back up and running.

In the meantime, I'll leave you with a few things weirder than the blogger karma that was bestowed upon me.

Lately I feel a bit spoiled for choice on what to write about here as I've got this energy back that keeps me observing things left right and centre. And of course, I'm not one to keep quiet about my observations!

But since I just uploaded more pics I thought I would bring you the weird wacky world of English Signage in Korea. Call in konglish, call it grammatically incorrrect, call it whatever you like. An English speaker can always find a bit o humour amongst all the hangul signs.



Kraze Burgers. They're Kraze about everything. Their the latest Kraze. Or maybe they mean Krazee. Certainly they're Krazee about burgers. So Krazee they'd be insane not to INCLUDE A PICTURE OF A BURGER. Yup. Pretty Krazee. Word.

This was from a new bar in Seoul called the U2 bar - it spread across the bar but I caught it in two pics:

I'm pretty sure it's not the ceiling, or the stars or the BRIGHT YELLOW PAINT that is the reason I'm drunken, although the paint could send someone on a mad acid trip. I would guess that the SERIOUS AMOUNT OF SOJU SHOTS have something to do with it. Never mind the fact that I didn't realise there was anything really wrong with the word DRUNKEN until I saw this the next morning.

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