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Every day I see things that I wish I could capture on camera to share with you. Most of the time I don't manage to snap a picture because I'm sitting on the back of a motorbike at the time: it's either not safe to try to take a photo, or by the time I fish my phone out of my bag, the astounding sight has passed. I say astounding, because I really believe you'd be astounded by some of the things I see. Like a family of five on a two-seater motorbike, the kids without helmets, and at least one of them is sleeping soundly while Dad weaves in and out of traffic over bumpy roads. Or how about two guys on a motorbike, with a glass door balanced between them?! I suppose I should add myself and the hubs to this list, since we can often be seen commuting home with two backpacks, our grocery shopping, and of course an ever-increasing bump between us ;)

Fortunately words are usually easier and safer to photograph, and by golly are there some funny words around Batam. What makes them especially giggle-inducing is that they're not intended to be funny. Enjoy...

Funny enough without the spelling mistake!
This one's from BFC, Batam Fried Chicken. I love how when you first read it, it sounds okay, but it actually makes no sense at all.
I got a few stares in the department store when I laughed out loud at this one...
"You're not your job, you're not how much money you have in the bank, 
You're not the car you drive, you're not the contents of your wallet,
You're not your fool khakis,
all-dancing crap of THE WORLD."

No, I didn't buy it, but yes, I probably should have.

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