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Haibao and the Sinking of Shanghai

Posted by MyLaowai on Wednesday, May 5, 2010

So, Shanghai is sinking. Perhaps it is hubris, with a name that literally means “Above the Sea”, maybe it will have to be renamed soon. They have staved off trouble temporarily by building dykes (isn’t the Bund so picturesque?) and for the long term they are busy making up for the depletion of ground water by pumping in large quantities of effluent chemical sludge water from the Huangpu river.

Shanghai used to be swampland. Noxious gases, a complete lack of civilized life, unfit for human habitation and dangerous wildlife. Then they started reclaiming the land, nothing much changed other than they actually sited people on it.

Of course, it doesn’t take a lot of genius to realise that pumping the water out to make firmer mud, then piling on towering buildings on the top, doesn’t make for a stable long term seaside city. Unfortunately, even that small amount of brainpower is completely absent in any of the municipal authorities.

Enter Haibao – the proposed new name for Shanghai. Designed to represent people, based on the Chinese character ‘ren‘, and his name meaning “Treasure of the Ocean”, Haibao is the mystic embodiment of the people driving Shanghai into the sea.

After the Expo the myriad of Haibao’s will finally be put to use. Those of flimsy construction will be ceremonially burnt, as symbolic human effigies. Hopefully this will counter the curse. Those of more solid construction will be used as underground structural supports, to try and keep the subsidence to a minimum. Yes, hidden in that simplistic design is a nice load-bearing arch.

So, will Shanghai become Haibao in the near future? Only time will tell, but by all means go visit the basements of the skyscrapers, and check the water level for yourself.

– DaBizarre

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Haibao – The Secret Archives

Posted by MyLaowai on Friday, April 30, 2010

After my astute boss, Mr MyLaowai himself, alerted me to the presence of our little blue friend, I started to flex my contacts and poked many back doors to find out some more. I was startled to find a huge, well-hidden conspiracy.

I had noticed this little fellow scattered liberally around the country, but had been told by locals he was representative of China’s new water policy to provide larger quantities of drinkable water to the population. Unfortunately, 80% of China has water quality so low I wouldn’t let my dogs drink it, so this seemed like a plausible explanation.

Of course, MyLaowai discovered this blob is actually the mascot for the Expo, so I thought to myself “Damn this KTV Xiao Jie, Miss Erection, is good in bed”, followed by “I wonder how much more Miss Direction has been taking place?”

So, following hot on the heels of the Movement of 100 Flowers, I began to dig behind the scenes to find the real truth.

For those students of ancient history, China has had magic practitioners for many thousands of years, for example, Anqi Sheng. Each dynasty sought to make contact with these magicians, but usually failed. These magicians were famous for many acts, but most especially for the elixir of life, floods, droughts and the raising and lowering of land. Indeed, Hairman Miaow is not dead, just sleeping, after imbibing this fabled elixir.

Unfortunately, in the true spirit of the Cultural Revolution, several of these magicians were ordered to death. Even an elixir of life fails when faced with the high-speed lead poisoning that accompanies the Chinese judicial system.

This led to some fascinating retributions, including the massive droughts, earthquakes, dust storms and so on, but most importantly (and at last, relevantly) – the sinking of Shanghai. More in the next instalment.

– DaBizarre

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An Expo Special Report

Posted by MyLaowai on Wednesday, April 7, 2010

After being alerted by the MyLaowai management team to the well-hidden presence of a major international event in Shanghai, I dutifully climbed off my KTV girl, kicked aside the empty bottles of baijiu and scattered mah-jongg tiles, crawled into my best tracksuit and hit the road to investigate. Just another of the small sacrifices we here at the MyLaowai investigative team make on a daily basis to help satisfy our readers and local support teams. Sunday it may be, a day off for a small fraction of the workforce, but we can put aside our small vicarious pleasures and martinis at a moment’s notice to document the continuing development and growth of the Harmonica Society.

Once on the site, I immediately discovered something amazing: the first pavilion was open on a trial basis already! Well, that wasn’t the amazing part, it being open already, but rather – which pavilion it was. In complete defiance of their usual nature, the Shandong pavilion was leading the way. Shandong province can best be described as traditional, conservative and replete with historical and natural treasures. At worst, it can be described as an intellectual backwater that is 200 years behind the rest of the country, whose greatest claims to fame are a tall mountain, Mount MaiTai, a small fishing village retrofitted for the Olympic sailing event in order to provide some impetus for cleaning up the algae blooms caused by over-fertilization of the delicious kelp farms to the south, and an ancient philosopher called Kong Fu Zing.

Completely unsurprisingly, these are indeed major features of the pavilion. A larger than life, and completely inaccurate, statue of Kong Fu Zing dominates the display space, looking down on all visitors in the traditional Shandongese manner. Also dominating the area are two large view screens. One is continuously depicting the scene from the top of Mount MaiTai, which stands so high it is actually above most of the pollution in China – excepting the trash left behind by the Chinese tourists – and enables anybody to look down on most of the rest of China, in true Shandongese fashion.

Obviously, these first two displays have nothing to do whatsoever with the theme of the Expo, “Better Cities, Better Life”, but Shandong, as usual, doesn’t have to take any notice of what everybody is doing, or with what they are supposed to be doing. However, with the barest of nods towards this theme, the second display screen shows scenes from city life in Shandong. In typical Shandongese manner, very little, if anything is showing initiatives or developments to improve city life, just documenting how glorious happy the people are living in perfect harmony with the pollution. The final display piece is an abstract work depicting the curling ocean waves that are completely non-existent in Qingdao, but did provide a means of disposing of some of the algae by compressing it into a sculpture.

The next day, Easter Monday, I couldn’t work as it was Tomb Sweeping Day, and verily the Chinese were busy sweeping one of the biggest tombs in China, a coal mine in Shanxi, a riveting event that even I couldn’t take my eyes off.

– DaBizarre

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An Email Exchange With A Curious Friend

Posted by MyLaowai on Friday, March 26, 2010

An Email Exchange With A Curious Friend:

Q: Maybe you can explain this to me?

A: I am very glad that you have enquired as to the meaning of this popular nursery rhyme which must seem inscrutable to a foreign aggressor such as yourself. Well you see, under 60 years of the glorious leadership of the Communist Party, China has become a “Harmonious Society.” In fact, everything in New China is just so Harmonious that The People fear to even utter the word Harmonious (héxié). As a result of this, all devoted cadres out of respect to the founder of the theory of “The Harmonious Society”, the Chairman of the Central Military Commission, President, General Party Secretary, Paramount Leader, His Serene Harmoniousness, Comrade Hu Jintao, choose to use a near-homophone of “River Crab” (héxiè) in a warm and touching reference to the bounty of fresh seafood to be found every day in every peasant’s iron rice bowl. Some words, phrases, books, films and websites are just too Harmonious for New China and thus need to be Harmonised.

For example, just this very week, the Party harmonised the Chinese page of Google which was acting rather un-Harmonious of late after redirecting their page to Hong Kong to take advantage, as imperialistic aggressors are wont to do, of the much lower standard of living and backward financial system there. As another excellent example (just an example you understand), if you happen to be the Paramount Leader and your son is wanted for questioning over a corruption scandal involving millions of dollars in Namibia, you may simply harmonise the word “Namibia” and your son’s name, (again, just for example: “Hu Haifeng”) and your problem is solved. You see there is no end to the elegant simplicity of the Harmonious Society which is glorified and praised on every street in blazing red banners and large white print.

The Harmonious Society is the most recent of the philosophical outpourings of the enlightened Party Leadership, coming as it does after Comrade Jiang Zemin’s “The Three Represents”. Comrade Jiang’s theory, in a nutshell, is that 3 represents 3, thus solving the greatest mathematical question that has dogged Chinese mathematicians for millennia. Mathematics as you know was invented in China 5,000 years ago and Comrade Jiang’s theory is it’s crowning achievement and envy of the world.

Prior to this was Comrade Deng Xiaoping’s aptly named “Deng Xiaoping Theory” This grand theory of everything is charmingly told in parables about different coloured cats catching mice. “Deng Xiaoping Theory” consists primarily of Free Market Capitalism (which Comrade Deng invented whilst pondering “Chinese Characteristics”). Free market Capitalism is of course no way different or contrary to Marxist Dialectic Materialism, Socialism, compulsory collectivisation, land reform or proletarian revolution, which was all brought seamlessly and without struggle or loss of life to New China in 1949. Furthermore, despite the obvious temptation to do so, not one single high ranking party official was made wealthy as a result of Comrade Deng’s ideas in the last 30 years of “Reform and Opening up”, as they all chose instead to direct all gains to world-class medical care and high wages for factory workers. In fact all Comrade Deng needed to do to inaugurate this essentially communist doctrine was to visit the south of China, utter the words “Open up!”, and it was done; and he was pleased. Another immortal phrase of his, “Open fire!” in 1989, lead to Tiananmen Square becoming very Harmonious indeed. After over 30 years of Deng Xiaoping Theory, New China has become an economic power-house with it’s per-capital GDP now on a par with that of Angola and Namibia. As a result Comrade Deng is fondly remembered by The People and Party cadres alike as a leader of great stature out of all proportion to his physical height.

However the greatest of Theories and the most luminous system of thought is “Mao Zedong Thought.” This, the most lofty system of all Thoughts, is contained in the vast repository of “The Collected Works of Chairman Mao Zedong.” New China’s universities are simply abuzz with discussion, and debate on ‘Thoughts of the Great Helmsman’ and the ‘Mao Zedong Sixiang’ course (which is in no way compulsory or a pre-requisite for graduation) is universally attended. In my time in China, not once did I see a set of these hallowed volumes offered for sale in the many second-hand book dealers in this most bookish of nations. These volumes are the living beating red sun in the heart of every home and none are willing to part with them, not even for ready money. They are passed from generation to generation at each man’s coming of age ceremony at age 35. To be sure, the gaiety of this ceremony is lent a certain charm by the guarantee of the youngster’s first blow-job from a syphilitic karaoke girl and the father-to-son chats about how to impress the ladies with the rakish white socks and black leather shoe combination and summertime underarm rolling up of one’s T-shirt, but the sanctity and pure intellectual delight of the event springs from the gift of these volumes, the very apex of 5,000 years of history.

This immortal collection containing essays on agrarian socialism for beginners, stories about running dogs, calligraphy, great leaps forward in rapid weight loss, how to start a civil war, wife swapping tales from the Jiangsi Soviet, how to craft cute origami paper tigers (invented in China NOT that “small island”, He hastens to add!), tips for dental hygiene, vast reams of poetry and how to make Spicy Hunanese Red Braised Pork dishes on the run (this last for practitioners of guerrilla warfare). Insightful is His Curriculum Vitae from 1976 with only two entries: “Part-time library assistant, Peking University, 1920 – 1922” and “Great Helmsman, 1949 – 1976. There is even a recipe for His favourite cocktail (three parts vodka, one part delicious baijiu), called the “Sino-Soviet Split.” As you can see Mao Zedong Thought is the backbone of the nation, as rigid as His body which to this day lies incorruptible in the great northern capital.

New China, you understand, is a Harmonious Society within and Peace Loving Nation without. The doctrine of “China’s Peaceful Rise” is the golden thread that binds these four great ideologies. Despite un-Harmonious Westerner’s misunderstandings of New China’s essentially peaceful activities since 1949 (such as some irregular troop movements into East Turkestan, Vietnam, Tibet and India, a harmless bit of proxy sparing with the US in Korea, ballistic missiles aimed at China’s Taiwan Province for its own safety and a few youngsters having some fun with the Pentagon mainframe), China loves peace and seeks only Harmony for the world under the inspiration and leadership of the Party, anything less of course would hurt the feelings of the Chinese people.

Unfortunately, I have run out of time to introduce you to some other guiding ideologies of the state such as “The Scientific Development Perspective” and “The Eight Honours and Eight Shames” but I hope you now have food for thought and a desire to learn more. The other creature in that nursery rhyme, The Grass Mud Horse (cǎo ní mǎ) is a gentle play on a common greeting in New China to Western Friends. Your children and grandchildren will be hearing this greeting a lot in the coming years as the People’s Liberation Army will no doubt be required to look after security arrangements in Western Australia’s iron ore mines and coal deposits.

Bye-bye for now.

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One lane, two lanes, three lanes, more!

Posted by MyLaowai on Sunday, February 7, 2010

Captain Rad again. Just got in from a trip to our most lovable French corporation, Carrefour, and highly disappointed that there isn’t a single box of Hamburger Helper to be found. Alas, Mr. Rundown will have to solely feast on Chinese grub tonight.

Which brings me to today’s driving lesson.

One lane roads.

People, people, people… seriously. When you come to a one-lane road, how many lanes are you allowed to form?

That’s right! The answer is four! Because if you’re at a red light, what should you do? Pull your car up to the front via sidewalk, other lane, on small children, whatever it takes to make YOUR trip shorter!

It’s genius! In a “very development” country such as China, in order to development faster, you MUST be at the forefront. You must be ahead. Therefore, you must form your own lane.
At this point, you may ask yourself, “Self, what is he on about? Form your own lane?” As a laowai here, I don’t understand either. We can’t. Huang Hung has officially told us so [Editor: Dear God in heaven, is this for real?].

But that’s just what you do. Doesn’t matter if you block oncoming traffic and the ambulance can’t get through. Doesn’t matter if you’re on the sidewalk, and little Xiao Wang can’t get by to buy some stupid fucking Digimon toy. Why? Because chances are, the other lanes are doing THE EXACT SAME THING!

As a development country, this is how you race to non-3rd world status!

Keep it up! Someday you too will have the world’s respect and awe. Just like America!

capnrad@hotmail.com for hate mail. mylaowai@gmail.com for love mail because I don’t want to hear it.

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Introducing Captain Rad Rundown

Posted by MyLaowai on Monday, February 1, 2010

Good morning, all you festering pieces of toxic waste who call yourselves Chinese drivers! Brief introduction: Captain Rad Rundown here, and I drive. And I LIKE to drive! I’ve been driving for over 5000 years, back when China first invented cars.

Well, Cap’n Rad had the wondrous misfortune this morning to have to do some banking. Bright and early, the piece of shit mobile phone’s alarm goes off at 7am. By 7:05 I was in the driver’s seat, blasting some old classic The The. That’s right, Chinese girls. Cap’n Rad did NOT brush his teeth before leaving the homestead.

I pulled out of the parking lot by 7:06 and by 7:30, I was on my way to the bank.

Funny thing, this driving in China is. In a civilized country, like the one I come from, we know how to spell “color” and “flavor” and “humor” [Note from editor: in even more civilised countries, we know how to spell “colour“, “flavour” and “humour“]. That last one is something I’m severely lacking this morning due to this universally known conundrum called, “The Red Light.”

I say universally, but I’m not entirely sure about that. As I came to this red light, I did what most people would do. I stopped.

Big mistake.

Next thing I know, there’s about 5 or 6 cars behind me flashing their lights and honking their horns. I thought to myself, “Self, what the fuck are they on about?”

Honk honk, flash flash…

MOVE!

Honk honk, flash flash…

Go! It’s red!

Honk honk, flash flash…

You don’t know China, stupid laowai!

Again, I think, what the fuck are you people on about?! This is one of the things that pisses me off about this country. Seriously!

People bitch about traffic in this city. But really, it wouldn’t be half as bad if these fucktards learned a moment… just a moment… of patience.

When the light starts flashing yellow, don’t speed up to make sure you’re blocking the other lanes when they get a green light, you stupid fucking tosser! It’s not your fucking turn anymore. Just wait!!! You are NOT that important in the grand scheme!

Anyways… I’m sitting there in my car, now blasting a bit of L7. I’m in this 90’s kick. The light turns green, so guess what I do. Take a wild guess at my next action.

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WRONG!

I did NOT go. I couldn’t because there was still a stream of… what I consider the lowest, most fucktarded, idiotic bottom feeders out there… scooter drivers.

Let’s back up for a moment and look at it from the scooter guy’s point of view. What’s their mentality right now?

dum de dum de dum…
morning? mmmmmmMMMM?
Bit cloudy this morning.
mmmmmmmmmmmm.
nice ass. give me blowjob? hehe!
red light.
mmmmmmmmmmmm.
red light. car there.
mmmmmmmmmmmm.
honking at me?
flashing lights at me?
coming straight at me?
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.
.
mmmmmmmmmmmm.
want to touch her ass.

Okay. I’ll be honest. I really don’t know what the fuck goes through their pea-sized brains. But I do know they’re not too concerned about that red light and the fact that there’s oncoming traffic. This much I do know because of all the scooters I’ve seen splashed all over the road decorated in red “paint” as they’re greeting the side of that minivan that did actually have the green light. Mmmmmmmm indeed!

Fucking seriously though. Straighten your shit out. Don’t be so fucking selfish on the road. China is doing such a great job protecting us from Twitter and Facebook. How about protecting us from your own people? Kool-ade comes to mind.

When I come to a green light, I DON’T slow down. In most civilized countries [Note: and even in parts of Australia!], you usually don’t have to. If I hit you, when you slowly step off your scooter and slowly crouch down onto the road and start screaming in that pathetic fake agony, I WILL put a size 12 boot to your head to help you be more convincing. This is China. Happy everyday! Hehe!

– Capt. Rad Rundown

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The Christmas Rant, Part 3

Posted by MyLaowai on Monday, December 21, 2009

Another Harmonious Day in Socialist China
Part 3 of 3

The REAL Reason – Chinese Culture

As promised here and here, this is the reason I was ranting for the last few days. I wanted to bitch about the two-faced way the Chinese approach their culture. There have been a number of incidents lately which have pissed me off and I need to get them off my chest. The worst, by a long shot, was what I title “Drunken Instant Friend Wants Free Xiao Jie.”

So, let’s set the scene and introduce the players. My Laowai buddy and I decide to go take in a local seafood restaurant, in the company of a girl I am pursuing who is a local KTV Xiao Jie boss. She has large breasts, similar working hours to mine and works across the road from my home – so she is convenient. The girl, let’s call her Xiao Nao, decides to go pick up a Xiao Jie from her work for my buddy. Unfortunately my buddy is HUGE (tall and broad), and this puts the other girl off. “He’ll tear me in half if we make love” she nervously whispers to Xiao Nao. So Xiao Nao walks out with her to see her off. Unfortunately, on her return she is spotted by someone. Enter Local Drunk Fuckwit (LDF). Oh yes, he frequents her KTV, so he knows her well. He has been slapped off her hundreds of times but that won’t stop him from trying again today. She plays some mild wu shu games keeping him at bay, until he sees who she is dining with. “OMG! Laowai! Oh hello, hello. (Everything said by the Chinese in this story was in Mandarin; I am just translating to make the account smoother.) OMG. Laowai. There aren’t many Laowai in this city, who are they?”
Xiao Nao replies: “This is my Australian friend, and this is his American friend.”
LDF: “OMG, what a wonderful opportunity for me. Two different countries. Hello hello, I want to be your brother.”
Insert a few mild variations along the lines of “Oh, I want to drink with you, order up some beers on their account huh?” which we do to keep him quiet, and “Bottoms up brothers”. She has to go to work, I was supposed to accompany her to such (it was going to be a quiet night there), but LDF has delayed our repast and so we choose to actually consume. LDF continues to repeat his limited conversation.

So, we manage to sate our food appetites and now he is supposed to guide us to her KTV. After going around in ever decreasing circles for a while, he decides on a route and we head off for the 80m walk. Sigh. We get there, and come in; my girl is waiting for us and has found us a room tucked away in a corner where we will get the least interference – except that LDF has come along for the ride. I hold off on ordering beer, I don’t wish to encourage his presence. I try and talk with my girl – the whole purpose of this evening – and LDF constantly interrupts us. Most of the interruptions are concerning the fact that we are in a KTV and Chinese culture demands I provide him with a Xiao Jie because he is my brother. Really? Sometimes the people I am with at a KTV will provide me with a Xiao Jie, but it is the exception – not the rule – and every time it has occurred we have been out KTVing many times and I haven’t told their wives, mistresses or GFs about their exploits. Let alone I have just met this retard, he is smashed, and is the one declaring we are brothers – I have no desire to make the acquaintance of a useless walking phlegm-generator who keeps trying to fondle the girl I am telling him is my girlfriend and who has, on one occasion so far, kneed him in the groin to make her message understood. I explain that we are not buying Xiao Jie tonight; my buddy doesn’t want one and neither do I. My buddy and I are beginning to despair; it seems pretty obvious that this leech won’t let go unless we put some salt on it. So, I start being rude and angry at his behaviour, asking if this is the way civilized Chinese people should act etcetera ad nauseum. He seems to get the general idea we want him to fuck off, and indeed he sadly does. Hoo fucking ray.

He then proceeds to pester every room in the KTV; but the inhabitants aren’t as polite and retiring as I am – we hear angry shouting punctuating his journey. Miraculously, Baccus is watching over him, and no-one actually socks him one – a shame really, maybe he might learn from the experience. In the meantime, we have ordered beer and I have been able to start getting to know my girl. My buddy is happy, when my girl darts off from time to time we have a chuckle about LDF, and we have COLD beer – god bless Xiao Nao’s little plastic socks.

Xiao Nao returns, we settle down, and the door opens again: LDF has returned. We have put a fair dent into the box of beer by this stage, so we don’t get instantly annoyed, just resigned. But no! LDF has friends he wants us to drink with – a small light has appeared in the tunnel of fate and I leap on it. “I can’t go, I want to chat with my girl, but my buddy will come with you.” LDF is delighted – a chance to gain face by showing off his new brother to his buddies. My buddy graciously disappears to save the day for me. Wonderful. My girl and I REALLY get acquainted now we have the room to ourselves, and then I get several phone calls. One is from Ar Yu, a local who has wanted me to bang his missus-of-the-moment while he watches (they are never pleased about this so I decline his insistent offers rather than get tied up in something I am sure will be called rape), but he’s friendly enough so I reluctantly say “sure, come and join me” because both my girl and I know him. Unfortunately a wrong move, because when I hang up she immediately tells me “He is a bad man.” Message arrives on phone: “Come join us, this is FUN!” from my laowai buddy. Great – saved the day.

Ar Yu turns up with a male friend (no mention of this previously of course), we rapidly drink the remaining beers and he tries to order another box on my account. I tell him, “No sorry, my American friend wants me to join him.” He sadly understands, and is forced to leave without having been able to strip me of my salary in one session. He managed to do that a few weeks later by catching me while I was in a nightclub and ordering away before I spotted what he was up to. He even tried to order a 16,000 RMB bottle of Cognac on my account. Fortunately the girls at the Xiao Jie conversation bar know me, aren’t that stupid, and most have, at a minimum, licked my tonsils; so they ask me for confirmation of the order. Fuck me – what an asshole.
Anyway, Xiao Nao takes me down to the room, a large VIP room, filled with elderly Chinese gentlemen and their young “little wives” (as the girls introduced themselves as). How cute, official mistresses. We see LDF trying to fondle a Xiao Jie in the front of the room, she doesn’t like it, and walks off, so he goes to select another. The look on my face says it all, the gentleman I am sitting next to tells me: “He is normally a good man, just today he is drunk.” I find this hard to believe, but take it as gospel because these other fellows are nice and are our new hosts.

I drink to excess by doing a one-on-one bottoms up with the whole room because the second message from my buddy during Ar Yu’s visit was delivered in person which was “Hurry up man, I can’t drink enough to satisfy these guys!” and my buddy is a big drinker. However, I was guessing it was one-on-one’s against a large group – pretty standard cheating practice from Chinese. I was right, so I gave them all another 3 quick rounds which saw the men starting to show signs of bloat – so my buddy was safe for at least half an hour.

So, now that drinking is impossible unless they want to lose face, its time for dancing. None of these guys can, or want to, dance, but they DO want us to dance sexy with their mistresses. No problem, I’ll have a rhythmic bump and grind with your babe, with a grope in the name of good fun. Our new friends are delighted, we exchange phone numbers, promises of doing business together and call it a night.

The only other such incident of note is being invited by others to a KTV and then handed the bill at the end of the night because it turns out that all the others work there. That was a clever trick, but I refused to pay the girl because she had given me no service. Sat there dour as a brick, wouldn’t talk with me, play dice with me, pour my drinks or light my cigarette – very put out they had given her to the first Laowai the place had ever seen. I explained this to my friend after she left empty handed, and he was forced to agree they had given me a very sub-standard girl. It all worked out ok in the end; they have invited me to play in other KTVs on other nights – at their expense. On the night in question I was invited to many other rooms to drink with the inhabitants until the boss recalled me, so I drank a crapload and paid for little – so it wasn’t too bad a sting.

Chinese culture? Don’t wash for three weeks and look in your armpit – what you find there can easily be passed off as Chinese culture.

– DaBizzare

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The Christmas Rant, Part 2

Posted by MyLaowai on Saturday, December 19, 2009

Another Harmonious Day in Socialist China
Part 2 of 3

As I put the previously boiled water in cups, mugs, glasses and other available small plastic containers – of which China knows no bounds, I remembered to rinse all these items first. Why? The oppressive air pollution of course – even living in a small, semi-rural city like I am. Anything left out for a day is covered in a visible film of muck, resulting from the Great Spurt Forwards. Yes, we love to talk about China’s rapidly growing economy, but its twin brother – the Explosively Growing Pollution – should be higher on the agenda than it is. But that didn’t occupy me for long, so I began musing on the massive road reconstructions I have been avoiding for the last few weeks.

They have finally progressed far enough to reveal the purpose of the traffic nightmare for the last few weeks. Not that there should have been any resulting nightmare, the police did a credible job of erecting signs and roadblocks at the crucial leading intersections to lead off the opposing traffic flow onto large avenues well capable of sustaining the load to produce a viable temporary one-way road, but of course, the locals refuse to believe that these signs are meant for THEM, because THEY are important people who can’t afford to waste time detouring 2 blocks. So, during the day they have to park a local traffic police officer, who angrily waves back all the limousines, taxis, tricycles, cars, trucks and even buses who attempt to come through the final bottle neck.

My Laowai drinking buddy and I had been speculating that the purpose of the road-works was to widen the road to help ease the congestion of this busy section; for this section of road contains important essential services, to wit: mahjong table retail, motorized tricycle manufacturers, auto smash repairers for the daily detailing of dents and dings from our dipshit drivers, and the most important, dozens of brothels who trade briskly from breakfast to late night. I know this last fact for certain, being that I have spent many any evening there wrapped in the arms of my free lover and the walls are pretty much plastered cardboard. Now I know that many people will find this somewhat perverse, so I had better explain. She is the prettiest girl in the house, actually has a pretty good idea of what to do in bed, and pays me for sex by bringing me meals and cleaning my house by spending the money that the foolish local men pay her for a disinterested fuck. Watching the local whore mop my floor helps me realize the vast cultural difference between this country and mine; the latter having LEGAL prostitution and the sex industry is just that – another industry.

Anyway, to haul this diatribe back on track, the intersection near her workplace has been reconstructed to provide median strips for turning, to prevent the damned drivers from performing their usual “turn into oncoming traffic way too early to force your way to the left-hand turn without having to wait for the lights to signal such”. Will this improve the traffic flow? I believe it will help reduce gridlocks to a smaller area, my buddy doesn’t but does concede there may be some logic in my argument being that the area they have available for their stunt(ed) driving has been drastically reduced. With any luck the upgrade will also include a street sign with the name of the road, but my pessimistic friend doesn’t share my hope. It is quite probably the cross-road is actually unnamed; sometimes I wonder how deliveries get made. Maybe they use addresses similar to those in the far outback of Australia: Go down The Avenue of Revolutionary Stars until you see the Heavenly Palace of the Eternal Jade Gate and Other Pleasures, turn left, cross the bridge, take the second left and my house is the one with the pink plastic panda’s playing on the lawn. But none of these things are the reason I am writing this.

So, the water chilled and I screwed up my nose and drank some of it because I am feeling dehydrated from the pseudo-ephedrine I take to combat the common cold – unlike my Chinese counterparts who go in to get drips with massive overdoses of antibiotics that do utterly nothing to fix their condition and do everything to smash their immune system to pieces. My SiChuan love child was ready to leave to go and find another crappy, low-paying manual laboring job, and warned me to not drink alcohol and to not let the water chill too much before drinking it. Yeah yeah, whatever, give her a kiss goodbye and lock the door behind her. She doesn’t realize that one of the most effective cures for the common cold in this country is to get out and get righteously smashed on baijiu which has two positive effects; the baijiu in your system is hostile to all life-forms so outright kills a whole bunch of the bugs you have, and it also dehydrates you so the cold has no spare water with which to be fruitful and multiply. It’s about the same cost as the pseudo-ephedrine, take your pick which one to use. I had a cold a week ago which I smashed on its arrival by using the former method, but this time all my drinking buddies are wiped out on antibiotics so I chose to use the latter.

But these things are not why I am writing this either. I promise the next post will be the real reason I was writing this.

– DaBizzare

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The Christmas Rant, Part 1

Posted by MyLaowai on Thursday, December 17, 2009

Another Harmonious Day in Socialist China
Part 1 of 3

It has been another night of complete insomnia, which on this occasion was happily mitigated by a passing Sichuan lass who has lost her job for the second time this month and is seeking refuge in between the legs of her local meal ticket, err Laowai lover. Sure sure, she can actually achieve orgasm each time she puts out, for the first time her life, but we all know I am either seen as a walking escape route from the Glorious Motherland We Love So Much, or a meal ticket. It has its advantages for us; so much pussy I can’t remember their names for more than a few days. But that is not the reason I am writing this.

Nor am I writing because hiding in my pocket is a pendant from a local whore who comes to bang my brains out for free on quiet nights. Yes, when I met her we played the ancient game of “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” and verily we inspected each other’s health documents. Yes, that’s right Chinese guys, if your local ho is slopped out and loose, it isn’t from the expensive servicing she provides you on the regular occasions you decide to use her services so long as you wrap up because your local girls won’t touch you with a 10’ pole, it’s because she is banging Joe Laowai for free on the side without a rubber and actually enjoying herself. The money you pay her gets used to pay for my meals, so now when you bang your local ho you can feel proud that you are also helping to pay for a laowai’s dinner at the same time.

So, being unable to sleep, I went into the kitchen to make some malt soy milk to help me sleep. Because of the strange hours I work, and the enormous amount of unpaid overtime I have had to put in lately, I haven’t had a chance to go shopping for basics like fresh cow’s milk (a recent Chinese invention of great intrinsic value for me) so I had to resort to the powdered soy crap I keep in the cupboard to make proper bread with; being that Chinese bakers seem to think that western bread should be a dessert and as such liberally dosed with either sugar or sweet prunes / beans / unidentifiable vegetable matter. I read the instructions for actually turning it into a semi-tolerable drink; add 200ml boiled water. “Boiled water?”, I thought to myself. “Oh of course! This is CHINA! Don’t touch any water unless it’s been boiled to kill a small percentage of the nasties living in it.” But that is not the reason I am writing this.

While I was waiting for the water to boil I couldn’t help but muse over how powerful Chinese gas stove burners are. Why do they have to cook their food so quickly for? I mean, if they go to a restaurant, they are happy to waste hours haggling over the menu, deciding on the exact proportions of which ingredients each dish should have, and changing their mind a half dozen times, none of which really matters because most of it will be wasted and thrown in the bin uneaten anyway. So this being the case, what’s a few minutes more of cooking time? Maybe it is healthier this way? Like the way we mustn’t drink cold liquids, go to sleep before 11, swim in freezing water and eat more unidentified vegetable matter known as Chinese medicinal foodstuffs? But – if that is the case, why is it that I catch a cold well after all my Chinese comrade in pens are down and out? And why is it that Chinese men like to go out and drink until someone in the group is hospitalized? I mean, we don’t finish before 11; otherwise it would be unfair to our KTV Xiao Jie to run out on them so early when they haven’t finished drinking our beer yet. And the competitive drinking and smoking competitions can hardly be called healthy either. Yet, time after time, when I ask my companions why our planned rematch didn’t occur they reply “I was not healthy enough to return.”

But this is not the reason I am writing this either. That will have to wait for another post.

– DaBizzare

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eBay

Posted by MyLaowai on Wednesday, November 4, 2009

091104 ebay bike

I have a reputation for not putting enough effort into describing items I sell on ebay, so this time I’m going to be very clear in describing the item.

The pictures above appear to be of some type of small child’s motorbike, possibly a minibike, yes, that’s what it looks like. However, this is one of those very rare Chinese made miniature motorcycles of which only about 56,785,920 were distributed world wide last year. The total lack of spare parts for these things has now convinced me that each child born in China was tasked with producing one of these; from a roll of aluminium foil and an empty ice cream container. That explains why each one is different. Not just different colours, but every single one is unique in its dimensions and spirit. Some have even been made inside-out.

Some of them have wheels which are almost round, mine doesn’t. The frame appears to be made of bamboo, painted silver to make it look stronger. When they gave the Chinese made boats the name Junk, I can now see why. Surely, one of the five year old kids tasked with building these things could weld. Every weld on the frame of this thing looks like a passing sparrow has splattered semi metallic poo on it, badly. Every bolt is a different size and the fact that it doesn’t change shape if left in the sunlight has amazed me.

I rode it once, that was enough. It was about as comfortable as pouring a cup full of leaf-cutting ants down my undies. Even though I’m so short that my feet are actually above my head, somehow riding this thing saw me wearing my ankles as earrings and trying to steer at the same time. Making things even worse was that it was like riding a chainsaw with wheels. The motor can rev like a cat with a clothes peg on its tail, making this little bike go faster than standing still – which is already a stretch of its safety envelope.

Before I took it for its one and only ride, I had to fill it up with fuel. I couldn’t understand how such a small machine could need such a large fuel tank, but then fifteen minutes after I’d put the fire out, I worked out why. The fuel leak from the carby was that severe that by the time I’d travelled 12 metres with my feet behind my head, the grass behind me was on fire. The leaking fuel had some how caught alight and although I was hoping it was a trail of burning rubber from its tyre shredding power, it was merely a small fire, not unlike a burning pipeline in Iraq. Fortunately, the fuel leak was so bad that by the time the fire caught up to the bike, there was nothing left to burn.

The bodywork on the bike isn’t even attached. I don’t know how it ever could be. There must have been a fight at the child labour factory when this thing was made, obviously the stronger five year old stole the bits that allowed this bike’s bodywork to be attached to its silver bamboo frame. So it just sits there making this thing even more ridiculous. You would expect that motorcycle bodywork would be made of plastic, true. But given the fact that this stuff a) didn’t burn and b) is as flexible as a Viagra induced erection, tells me that it is something from another planet, possibly China. I suspect that it may be some super organic, self regenerating rice paper or something.

Starting this bike is about as easy as getting a table of six for Yum Cha at 12pm. Despite the fuel gushing from the poor excuse for a carby, this thing has a pull start which has a cord about as long as a primary school play lunch. With the amount of fuel flooding from the carby, it requires full throttle to start. The first time I got it going it rode off with only the ghost of Chopstick Creek at the controls. I later learned that the best way to start it was by holding it under your arm and acting out an ACDC guitar riff before putting it back down, placing your ankles behind your ears and hoping that the thing stayed upright long enough for someone to get a photo.

On the bright side, this thing would make a fantastic garden ornament, because it has a miraculous ability to convert itself to important soil nutrients, like iron oxide, very quickly. You will notice that one of the front fork stanchions is all rusty. I didn’t do that in photoshop, it really is rooted. You will also notice that the steering is out of alignment, but what do you expect from child labour?

When the Trike of Death saw this little bike, it turned around in a very large circle and looked the other way. You have to feel sorry for this little machine, it’s like a puppy in a pound. Surely someone out there must have a good home for it? Lets face it, you can now buy something that has trodden the same ground as the legendary Trike of Death for less than the cost of a Trike of Death T shirt. You may even be able to convert this little thing into a candle, a hearing aid, a belt buckle or something else useful.

This monstrosity needs to go. Even if you buy it just for something to kick your toe on it would be worth it. You could paint it black and leave it on some stairs one night. You could create an artificial reef out of it, for one small and selfish fish. Whatever you do with it is your own business, just don’t tell anyone where it came from.

In response to some anticipated questions, here are the answers:

No, I don’t have a buy it now price, but if you can convince ebay to refund my listing fee, you can have it.

No, it doesn’t have a seat, the manufacturer didn’t design it to last long enough for your arse to make it to the where the seat would normally be.

No, it ran out of warranty on the third day, which was when it was somewhere in the middle of the Sea of China, on its way to infest the world with a good dose of unquality control.

Yes, I will deliver it to Anaheim California, it will only cost a return airfare ex Sydney and a Disneyland pass.

No, the brakes don’t work. It wasn’t designed to make it that far.

Yes, it is crap.

True, it does look good. So too do most celebrities until you see them in the flesh.

No, it wouldn’t be a nice gift for a six year old, or any other number between 1 and 1000.

No, there isn’t any spare parts available for it. They were designed around the same concept as disposable razors and toilet paper, not much good after the first use.

Yes, you are welcome to take it for a test ride after you buy it and then sell it to someone else who advertises it for sale and offers you a ride of it.

Questions and answers about this item

Q: Is the starting price a typo ? I’ll offer you 67c for it and you pay the postage.
A: The starting price was $6.99, which was my payment for writing the silly ad. Serious ads cost $12.80 so you should be thankful.

Q: Is the lead paint job in good shape? Are the plastic parts the same material they use in the dog food they export to the U.S.A.? How far are you from N.J.
A: The bike is painted in blue asbestos, cheaper than lead. The plastic in the dog food is far more nutritional than this rubbish. I’m a long way from NJ, but if the sale falls through, I’ll take in on a world tour.

Q: Serious suggestion Hollywood. Withdraw from sale and relist in eBay Nigeria. When the scammers win, send them the bike with a hefty postal charge. Should cure them of ever scamming again. Thanks for the laugh.
A: Thanks Chris. I just received an email from Nigeria where they have recommended that I invest in shares in this thing. Far out, I own it, how much more investment do I need.

Q: I was thinking this would be a good gift for my Ex-wife. However I am concerned about the gas mileage that her F@tA$$ would be getting. Could you tell how this will perform on fried rice? Also is a fart regenerator available?
A: The fuel economy will be improved once her r’s catches on fire and the fat starts to drip into the carby. It may just blow a little more smoke. The only modification this thing really needs is to be put on a train track.

Q: I am 73 and have a busted leg- does this qualify as a mobility device under Medicare? You must be the reincarnation of Mark Twain. I laughed until tears ran down my face. Thank you for making my day so enjoyable!
A: Enjoyable day – with a busted leg. You wait ’til I list my boat for sale, that will make you happy and it may just be what you need for your rehab. Good luck with straightening out coat hangers to scratch those itches.

Thanks to Whackingday

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