Wo Shi Laowai – Wo Pa Shui

This Blog was Invented in Xi'an 5,000 Years Ago

From the Vault – China 2007

Posted by MyLaowai on Monday, July 5, 2010

Though I did not eat as many crayons as PiPi growing up, I’m sure we all remember the first day we tasted wax. How can something *look* so tasty, yet be totally bland. But I digress. Due to the sissy-fication of America, Crayon colour’s names have been slowly but surely changed over the years in order to be more politically correct. For example, in 1962 the crayon colour “flesh” was renamed to “peach”. A travesty of justice in my opinion.The replacement name should have been more suited to represent both the actual colour AND the history of the crayon’s original name. I would have named it “honkey-hued-hei-ren-hanging-honeydew”. Having said that, let me present the Sinocidal Chinese CrayonColours. Be sure to suggest your own colour names as well!

The Sinocidal Ones – R.I.P.

By kind permission of LaoLao.

Posted in Guest Post | 7 Comments »

Happy America Day, Or Something

Posted by MyLaowai on Sunday, July 4, 2010

Dear America,

How have you been? Your mother and I often worry about you, in fact we have done ever since you threw your toys out of the pram and left back in 1776 over what was, let’s face it, a fairly minor incident. Something to do with not liking your tea, as I recall. Still, you’ve made do with a rather dreary imitation of coffee since then and, as you seem to enjoy it, I guess that’s what counts.

I heard you were to play in a soccer tournament, congratulations. I’m not sure exactly when it is, but if you play sport the same way as you play war – wait until half time, see which team is winning, and then join in on their side – then we all have no doubts you’ll do wonderfully!

Auntie Popadopalopalopalopalous has been a bit unwell recently, it seems she followed the advice of a doctor who turned out to be a bit of a snake-oil salesman, but fortunately she’s amongst people who care about others and we’re sure she’ll pull through eventually.

Anyway, we hope you are well and that adolescence isn’t treating you too unkindly. Any time you need some advice from your older brothers and sisters, or from your parents, please do feel free to write. And remember to play nicely with the Q’uran children – their parents are your landlords, after all. Oh, and before I forget, your mother has asked me to remind you to wash your hands after playing with little Wang Xiangsheng – you know what a dirty boy he is!

Right then, must dash. Here’s your present – unwrap it when you get home. Happy birthday, America. Grow up soon.

Love, Dad.

America Day

Posted in Festivals et al | 108 Comments »

Cost to Repair

Posted by MyLaowai on Friday, July 2, 2010

If you are faced with a conglomeration of pieces of plastic and metal that, just a few days ago, represented a working piece of essential equipment and which is, sadly, no longer in a condition that one might refer to as operational, then this is what you do:

First, write down on a piece of paper the cost to repair or replace said piece of equipment. Then, in a separate column, write down the IQ of the Chinese person who last used it.

One of these numbers will invariably be rather high. The other will be exceptionally low.

This exercise will not help you restore to nominal function the item in question, nor will it make you feel any better. It will, however, remind you of the fact that some folks were hiding behind the door when God was handing out brains, and will go some way towards recalling to memory the fact that MyLaowai is now, was always, and will likely continue to be correct in every particular when it comes to cultural understanding.

And remember – a penny saved is a Chinese person fired.

Have a happy day.

Posted in Ask MyLaowai | 6 Comments »

China – A Tribute

Posted by MyLaowai on Thursday, June 24, 2010

What is this beast called China?
And why do they say its red?
It’s a question that keeps going
Around in my poor head

Who is the goddamn chairman?
That’s causing all this mess?
And when is the premier baby
Gonna pass his test

The schooling system’s awesome
They say it can’t be beat
If all you want to get
Is a masters in how to cheat

I have a Chinese student,
Her English is so poor,
But after dating me,
Her friends say she’s a whore

I’m sick of fricking dumplings
With special rat inside
And what was on the barbecue
Was not what my mom fried

My veggies have more hormones
Than the girl that’s on my lap
And as for fucking baozi
How can you eat that crap?

But while the water’s rancid
And the fish are all on ‘roids
The baijiu is all that’s clean
But gives me haemorrhoids

Why can’t they damn walk straight
Along a fricking line
It gets worse when they drive
Or try to dance in time

The drugs are bloody lousy
And the go go girls have AIDS
But one thing they do have
Is a country full of maids

I’d kill to see some breasts
Beyond a half A cup
And a proper set of legs
To stand the poor thing up

There is rubbish on the side-walks
And spit upon my shoes
My whites have all turned grey
And I’m always on the loo

Blue skies are just a memory
And the sun a hazy ball
The rivers can be walked on
Coz that is nature’s call

They crap upon their streets
And pick their nose with glee
Their buck teeth are filled with junk
For all the world to see

And why do they all wear glasses?
For such a master race
Their physiques are so puny
It’s really a disgrace

5,000 years of history
And having wooden beds
Has made this country what it is
I’ll tell ya, they’re inbred

Yes they love their fireworks
It’s a replacement for having sex
Coz after kiddy 1’s been born
There’s no more spreading legs

While Shanghai slowly sinks
Into its chemical soup
I lounge inside a KTV
Waiting for brewers droop

They prattle about their culture
Like there’s roses in their shit
But it is usually only found
Inside their damn armpit

Well, its time for me to end this
For there’s a new depth left to stoop
The restaurant just next door
Is now serving foetus soup

– DaBizzare

Posted in Guest Post | 3 Comments »

Gained in Translation

Posted by MyLaowai on Thursday, June 17, 2010

You will, as you travel about the globe, notice that in every language there are words that have been ‘imported’ from other languages. This is quite normal and understandable. We do it in English all the time. There are many reasons why this happens, but in most cases it’s because the new word expresses something in a way the host language either cannot, or does not do as effectively. The new word eventually becomes part of the host language.

Chinese is no exception, and a great many words have entered their language from abroad. Many of these words were originally English. The Chinese, however, because of the dysfunctional way in which their so-called language ‘works’, are forced to use childish pictographs to represent things, and in the process the actual meaning of the words is irrevocably changed. Thus, “telephone” becomes 电话, which means “electric words”. “Animal” becomes 动物, or a “moving thing”, and “motor car” becomes 小汽车, or “small steam car”, which is ridiculous. The list is long, and sometimes the translation manages to retain some of the meaning, but in most cases it becomes something utterly meaningless.

Why does this happen? Simple: Because a primitive language that cannot easily evolve to cope with new concepts is therefore one that is unable to properly express ideas that are more advanced than it is. It cannot keep up with the times. That is why science, literature, art, mathematics, and all the rest are so poorly expressed in Chinese. It’s why their poems and novels are so childish, why they don’t understand that the stars and the sun are actually the same thing, why melamine is seen to be a nutritious and delicious food additive for the young, and so on. Crikey, they don’t even have a proper way of saying “yes” or “no”.

But at least they try, bless ’em. They don’t actually try in the way that the Koreans or the Vietnamese or the Japanese did, by reinventing their system of little pictures to make allowance for an Alphabet, because that’s what the barbarians from across the big water do, but they do try in the sense that they continue to attempt to force the same square peg into the same round hole again and again. And, sometimes it works.

However, if you listen to folks talking, and especially the young, you soon discover that this tired old method just isn’t enough – some concepts are simply too alien to the Chinese mindset to be incorporated into their ‘language’. When this happens, in many cases they simply insert the English word into the sentence. They have to, because they could never express it in Chinese in a million years. Here’s an example:

什么什么无聊的谈话无聊无聊Cooperation无聊废话什么Working Together什么无聊的谈话无聊无聊Caring无聊的谈话.

Or how about this:

无聊Healthy Food废话钞票钞票钞票钞票Being Nice To Other People房地产无聊Microsoft Excel无聊的谈话无聊无聊.

Or this one:

废话钞票钞票什么钞票什么钞票After You什么无聊的谈话Love废话房地产Personal Hygiene钞票废话房地产.

There’s still some hope, after all. I think there’s something in that for all of us, don’t you?

Posted in Dictionary | 27 Comments »

Asians and Deer?

Posted by MyLaowai on Monday, June 14, 2010

Asians and Deer

Posted in Motivational! | 21 Comments »

@Chinese Netizen

Posted by MyLaowai on Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Chinese Netizen, is this you making comments elsewhere?

Have you been seeing other blogs behind my back?

Posted in China | 2 Comments »

June 4th? POTIF!

Posted by MyLaowai on Friday, June 4, 2010

It’s June 4th. But no one actually seems to either know what that means, or care if they do.

At least it’s also a Friday.

Posted in Censorship, China, Democracy, Fact Friday, Human Rights | 81 Comments »

The Axe Wound Trophy

Posted by MyLaowai on Thursday, May 27, 2010

There’s a lot of hand-wringing being done in the press over the fact that a few useless and emotionally crippled losers topped themselves down in Shenzhen recently. It seems that it’s becoming a bit of a fashion statement for Foxconn employees to leap off tall buildings in a single bound, and the usual bleeding hearts and pinko muppets have all taken to bleating about the inherent unfairness of society, whatever the hell that means.

MyLaowai has another take on the whole situation, and it goes something like this: Harden the fuck up.

Tsinghua University social science professor Guo Yuhua and eight sociologists criticised Foxconn in an open letter last week, saying a lack of basic human rights was the reason behind the suicides.

Really? Is that a fact, Mister Smarty-Arse Professor? Well if a lack of basic human rights leads to suicide, then why haven’t 1.4 billion other fucktards not taken long-overdue walks off short fucking piers this week? Huh? I’ll tell you why, genius: it’s because you’re talking out of your arse. The reason these blokes took the quick route to the ground floor was because they were mentally weak and probably insane.

“[Manufacturers] use the term `migrant workers’ as an excuse and pay them monthly salaries much lower than the average of underdeveloped countries, forcing them to leave their hometowns and families behind, and live a struggling life without family care and dignity,” the letter said.

Do me a favour, Sparky, shut up. Just shut up. All of us grown-ups here in China (by which I am referring to the expatriate community, naturally) have left our home towns and families behind. We all live a struggling life without family care and what’s worse, we are surrounded on all sides by a stinking barbarian horde. And as for the low salaries, well here’s another newsflash – these lily-livered jellyfish-spined misfits probably aren’t worth what they got, regardless of how low it is. Holy Crybaby Batman! If it’s that tough, nothing and nobody is stopping them from leaving their poorly paid jobs and going back to their precious home town and families.

The real problem here, is that China is filled with the emotionally weak and crippled dregs of a 2,300-year selective breeding programme designed to weed out anyone with balls, backbones, or brains. The result is what we see around us all day, every day. If a few of these rejects decide to stop wasting our oxygen, then that’s just fine with me. There’s no soul-searching required. They’ve done us all a favour by removing their defective genes from the local gene puddle.

So, please, stop with the whining already. If these guys want to push up daisies, let them. Hell, I’ll even come down there and push the ones who are a bit undecided. I’d be happy to lob their families over the parapet, too. Line ’em all up, I say.

These weaklings don’t leave empty-handed, however, because they take with them into the afterlife the coveted Axe Wound Trophy, awarded to the useless wastrels who have done most in the service of mediocrity.

On the other hand, at least now they won’t be making as many stupid iPhones. Which is encouraging.

Posted in Axe Wound Trophy | 45 Comments »

Migrant Workers

Posted by MyLaowai on Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Posted in Motivational! | 1 Comment »