Haier posted:

Since it is Mainland China, the easiest explanation is it a Face-saving excuse for the fact that they were trying to murder their kid and failed. It didn't work, so they shifted the blame onto the product.

simplefish posted:

What's the stuff in a glass bottle with the dragon inside? I would actually voluntarily drink that again

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Ceciltron posted:

There's a baijiu called Longjiang Long that I love. A solid Baijiu that doesn't give you a headache right away.

Tupperwarez posted:

LOL, four hundo and change? The bottle I shared with you guys at the HK goonmeet can be yours for the princely sum of 298 kuai at Carrefour!

simplefish posted:

Not my photo, and yeah the one you brought. Do you remember what it was called?

Haier posted:

Since it is Mainland China, the easiest explanation is it a Face-saving excuse for the fact that they were trying to murder their kid and failed. It didn't work, so they shifted the blame onto the product.

DNA mutations steadily increased until the Hunan Centipede as born!

EDIT: Was it the Hunan or the Henan Centipede?

I would say that the majority of the loonies, butthurts, cry babies, and mood-swingers I meet (and are in my stories) are all from Hunan. They represent the biggest portion of my Chinese women experiences, of which nearly every single one turned out bad with them. Maybe it's the local culture there promoting the immaturity and insanity that comes with them, but now I immediately run away if someone tells me they are from Hunan. Had I had this knowledge before, I would have had a much smoother time dating in China. It's also why I don't have much updates in that category, because since abandoning Hunan people I have had a normal time. That last Hunan person was that girl a few pages back with the chatting addiction.

Devils Affricate posted:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/peoplesdaily/article-4199708/Parents-fed-280-expandable-water-balls-daughter.html


I'm actually willing to look past the buffoonery of these people feeding their child plastic, since these things actually do look a lot like candy. But why the gently caress would you even buy a bottle of what you think is candy and then sit there feeding your little kid [i[the whole loving thing[/i] in one sitting?

Also I'm kind of concerned about the action the doctor took. He just gave the kid a laxative in the hope that they pass through quickly, but given that these things are extremely water absorbent, they could cause serious dehydration.

Dravs posted:

Even in the very best case that guy sat down and fed his baby over 200 candies in a single sitting. I wonder what he was planning for dinner.

hakimashou posted:

I couldnt drink baijiu without getting ill for quite a while after stupidly mixing it with chinese muscle relaxants at a party once.

But my near death ptsd wore off and I can enjoy it again.

True fact: my first year in china one of my friends was an american girl who loved baijiu, she'd drink coffee cups of it whenever we partied.

Few years after she went back to the states, when I was also out of China, she decided to go back, and died of a respiratory infection in the Renmin Hospital within a month.

evelyn

JaucheCharly posted:

Sometimes toddlers eat stuff that they find under the couch.

hakimashou posted:

i dont think i ever paid more than 50 rmb for a bottle of baijiu in china

i kinda wish i'd shelled out for the good stuff when I was there, but its baijiu, there is no 'good stuff'

except lao guilin baijiu, that poo poo was legit delicious

Imperialist Dog posted:

Can someone please post the screengrab of a chatlog where the Chinese students in a group are talking about how they will cheat for an assignment, then the English-speaker asks what's going on and they brush him off with "oh we are just talking about how to divide the work" or something?

Imperialist Dog posted:

Can someone please post the screengrab of a chatlog where the Chinese students in a group are talking about how they will cheat for an assignment, then the English-speaker asks what's going on and they brush him off with "oh we are just talking about how to divide the work" or something?

I would blow Dane Cook posted:

http://www.heraldsun.com.au/blogs/a...cc826f1fb49b061

"Report for the end of the month. What does everybody think? Should we get a ghost writer? Tell the lao wai (rude word for foreigner) that we did it ourselves. Fifteen hundred words should be about two to three hundred bucks. A few tens of bucks each." "No problem" "I know you're OK* happy" “Worried it'll be badly written" "I reckon it'd be written better than we could" "Ha. I'll ask the ghost writer if he can do it" "You're brilliant!" "Says he can. Basic is three hundred and thirty which would get us 60 to 70 mark, eighty max" At this point the person addressed above in racist terms asks if he can be told what they're saying etc etc etc "He says we can choose a guaranteed "C" for four hunded and thirty bucks. If we don't get a "C" he'll give us back one hundred"

Automatic Slim posted:

The anecdotal stories reader of comments are just as aggravating.

big time bisexual posted:

Deceitful Penguin posted:

While I don't think 'Johnny Foreigner' is a uniquely E-Asian idea they certainly seem to have even less self-awareness about the whole thing than the usual suspects.

The closest I can think of, that isn't actually malicious though is when yanks call black people that ain't American "African-Americans".

oohhboy posted:

Korea is weird to me because it is like Japan but I can't read anything and instead of being polite to the point of shyness a noticeable number of them are rationally crazy.

Example: I went one station the wrong way on the metro so got stuck at geomon, the ATM doesn't want to give me money so I whip out my Visa card and try to get a ride share to incehon international. They say no even after a blasting from some helpful people. So I take the next black taxi.

He is very happy to see me. The first sign of trouble is when before he is even out of the rack he is blasting the horn at the guys in front while winding down his window shouting what I assume was insults for being a slow as bitch.

The moment he gets free he floors it and starts the meter. He is the master of the local non-roads as he heads down dirt roads and tunnels barely large enough for the car.

His cruising speed is 140kph topping out at around 160 or 170. He is blowing pass everyone and runs lights, ignores lanes, drives on the shoulder for no reason.

All this while receiving messages and chatting over some sort of party line.

He meets his promise of getting me a cheap fare by driving like he is in a video game which basically was a 25% discount over the slower drivers.

Initially I was thinking drat this is happening and I can't stop it now as the needle climbs. This quickly passes as the thrill kicks in. We hold some short conversations and he pretty much says he doesn't know what most of the flashing warning type lights were.

We get to the terminal and I tell him that he is a powerful driver which he understands completely which will no doubt increase his behaviour. He shakes my hand for the generous praise I gave him and that was that.

Oh, he wasn't wearing a seatbelt but given the speeds I am certain that it wouldn't have made a difference or either of us. You could definitely tell his car was well maintained given its handling as such high speeds.

All this was because I couldn't enjoy Itaewon and a missed train. I didn't even have to get back that early as it is still 8 hours away from having to take any action to board my flight to Hong Kong.

I don't believe in god(s) but god speed you crazy diamond.

oohhboy posted:

Korea is weird to me because it is like Japan but I can't read anything and instead of being polite to the point of shyness a noticeable number of them are rationally crazy.

Example: I went one station the wrong way on the metro so got stuck at geomon, the ATM doesn't want to give me money so I whip out my Visa card and try to get a ride share to incehon international. They say no even after a blasting from some helpful people. So I take the next black taxi.

He is very happy to see me. The first sign of trouble is when before he is even out of the rack he is blasting the horn at the guys in front while winding down his window shouting what I assume was insults for being a slow as bitch.

The moment he gets free he floors it and starts the meter. He is the master of the local non-roads as he heads down dirt roads and tunnels barely large enough for the car.

His cruising speed is 140kph topping out at around 160 or 170. He is blowing pass everyone and runs lights, ignores lanes, drives on the shoulder for no reason.

All this while receiving messages and chatting over some sort of party line.

He meets his promise of getting me a cheap fare by driving like he is in a video game which basically was a 25% discount over the slower drivers.

Initially I was thinking drat this is happening and I can't stop it now as the needle climbs. This quickly passes as the thrill kicks in. We hold some short conversations and he pretty much says he doesn't know what most of the flashing warning type lights were.

We get to the terminal and I tell him that he is a powerful driver which he understands completely which will no doubt increase his behaviour. He shakes my hand for the generous praise I gave him and that was that.

Oh, he wasn't wearing a seatbelt but given the speeds I am certain that it wouldn't have made a difference or either of us. You could definitely tell his car was well maintained given its handling as such high speeds.

All this was because I couldn't enjoy Itaewon and a missed train. I didn't even have to get back that early as it is still 8 hours away from having to take any action to board my flight to Hong Kong.

I don't believe in god(s) but god speed you crazy diamond.