Lost in Translation

Last week, while in my organizing frenzy, I found a bookshelf perfectly suited to my needs.  It was, however, out of stock.  Of course.  Yesterday I was very excited at the prospect of completing the playroom re-organization project. I set out for E-Mart, a sort of Target-on-steroids.

I was very disappointed to find out that this bookshelf was, yet again, out of stock.  Mopey and discontented, I decided to brave the throngs of Koreans preparing for the Chuseok holiday and just wander the aisles.

What I found lifted my heart and gladdened my soul.  Below I present to you:

Notebook Covers: Lost in Translation

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Vitamin Color Memo Book

I bought these to use with the kids for word families, etc.  Cute and helpful.  But… vitamin color?
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happy memorise

Either someone’s gonna get fired for misspelling “memories”, or there’s a Brit out there who reeeeeeallllly likes homework.

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Jean Honore Fragonard:
France has the genre.
Children and women studying in Rome and returned to the material and painted a genre mostly.

 Um.  I’m no expert on Fragonard (or perhaps I just learned his name yesterday, who knows?) but what is this ambiguous “genre” of which they speak?

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Apple 100%
Cherish the love we have.
We should cherish the life we live. 

As far as I can tell, this notebook is exactly 0% apple.  Also, if you did not immediately begin singing this song, then you and I are not of the same generation or demographic.  If you do nothing else I tell you to do, please listen to that.  It will make your day.

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Too much… head hurts… can’t transcribe…

The English on this notebook is remarkably accurate, considering how much there is of it.  The only oddities are the weird ways that they misuse hyphens: “gr-aphic” is my favorite.

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The Painter Pastel
If you want to know why there’s a love that cannot lie.
Love is strong it cares only for joyful giving.
if we try we shall see in this bliss, we cannot feel
fear or dread we stop existing and start living.
then it feels that always Love’s enough for us growing.
make a better world, make a better world.

There is absolutely nothing I can say to improve upon that poem.

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Funnyline Notebook
Wishing to be is quick work,
but friendship is a slow ripening fruit.
As promised, the “funnylines” are enclosed. 
Drum roll, please, for my personal favorite:
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Good friend
A friend is a second self

Because we always knew that our friendship was really only about me, right?

Happy Monday, ya’ll!  Hope it is a wonderful one!