05/11/24 - Abs are the most useless muscles in your whole body.
“If I’m looking for a girlfriend, and I don’t mind marrying into her family, and she can stay child free, then can I demand that she makes 20K a month and ask for 388K in bride price for me?”
Comments say, “See, exact same lines but all of a sudden, they’re freaking out. You ask then why they deserve money, and they say it’s because they’re gonna have babies. If you don’t need babies, then they say it’s for their emotional support. It’s just a case of cunt mouths spewing cunt words.”
“Wake up, nobody wants you.”
“It’ll work so long as you’re not too picky about your girlfriend’s gender.”
A screenshot of an ancient Chinese statue, captioned, “This is true Eastern beauty.”
And a compilation of the comments underneath: “Stout bodies and thick waists are standard issue for Chinese people.”
“This is what’s natural. Forget chiselled abs, that’s all Western standards of beauty.”
“Muscles might look pretty, but they’re symptoms of cold energy. A layer of fat over the muscles is actually what’s healthiest (not like me, with a layer of fat over more layers of fat T_T)”
“Ohhh, my flabby tummy is just ancestral DNA!”
“This looks exactly the same as my husband’s body type. It looks chubby, but if you squeeze his arms or legs, they’re rock solid and filled with muscle, and then he has a big round stomach.”
“I’ve got a beer belly, same as what’s in the video. I thought I was just fat, but I guess I’m actually pretty awesome?”
“Now I see why we all have big bellies, because that’s how our ancestors used to fight. We’re just staying ready all the time.”
“Visible abs usually means low body fat, and if you have low body fat, you have low stamina.”
“Big pecs and flat tummies means low stamina. Western body builders are more like pets.”
“Abs are the most useless muscles in your whole body. They just look good and that’s it.”
“This is someone who can knock out David with one punch.”
A survivor of the Wenchuan Earthquake made a post commemorating her friend on the 16th anniversary of the Earthquake. “It’s been 16 years since the Wenchuan earthquake.
Hey, friends. Time really flies.
A couple of days ago, I went to the site of the earthquake to visit you. I didn’t buy any flower this time, but I bought lots of snacks, pretty hair ties, and other cute trinkets.
Looking at the graves, I don’t think they’re just mounds of dirt. The little blades of grass struggling to grow taller on top look like you waving your hand sat me from another world.
It’s been 16 years. I thought all of my memories would fade with time, but that’s not the case at all.
The three days I spend under the ruins, barely able to breath. The first time my dad told me I’d lost my leg forever. The doctor cutting rotting flesh from my wound. Crying until I lost my voice when I saw my prosthetic. Sobbing in my mom’s arms.
I remember all of these down to the last detail, every piece of pain and suffering that made me feel like I couldn’t make it anymore.
But dear friends, I still made it.
Looking back over these 16 years, I saw my dad sitting next to my hospital bed, his hair all white. I saw my mom helping me walk. I saw my friends who stood up for me. I saw all the people of China who helped us through our hard times when the earthquake happened.
Yeah, I feel like some things aren’t that important anymore. What’s important is that normal people like us can survive by loving and being loved.
I think I’ve became braver, thanks to all of you.
I went and ran a marathon, even though I came last every time. I saw the Namjagbarwa Peak in Tibet at 4500 metres above sea level. I got so excited, I passed out from altitude sickness. I met a bunch of awesome friends. When I’m with them, I forget I’m disabled sometimes. Oh, right, I published my own book. I hope I can help all the boys and girls hiding in the darkness like I used to.
Suffering didn’t make me stronger. Love did.
My parents, my friends, my teachers and classmates, every single kind and loving person in my life gave me a hand.
Last night, my leg hurt so much that I couldn’t sleep, so I got up and wrote in my diary. Before I could touch pen to paper, I began bawling.
I heard the couple next door fighting. All I could think was, “You have to be alive to fight with someone, to love or hate someone. You have to be alive for words like “wisdom” and “wealth” and “dreams” and “success” to mean anything. But so many people take something as simple as “being alive” for granted.”
“Taking care of yourself” is a great form of comfort.
Thinking back to the dreams we had as kids, I said that I wanted to grow up to be a decent adult.
I think, I’ve become such a person.
“Happy Birthday, Chunyou.”
“I miss you.””
Comments say, “Her legs still hurts so much she can’t sleep? I feel so bad for her. I hope time heals all wounds.”
“She is a great adult!”
“Those classmates buried all those years ago are just about to start high school now.”
Question: “Why is my daughter such a drama queen?”
Answer: “Let me tell you a story.
One day, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I started disliking egg drop soup. I don’t have an allergy or anything, I don’t have any trauma. I just didn’t like it anymore. Didn’t want to eat it.
So one day, my dad was making rice wine soup, and I told him not to put in any eggs.
My dad: Why?
Me: I don’t like eggs in soup.
My dad: You can get allergic to that? (since I started getting a bunch of weird allergies lately)
Me: Nah, I just don’t want it.
My dad: (while beating an egg) What a fucking pain. If you don’t like it, don’t drink it.
But when dinner was served, my bowl didn’t have any eggs in it.
Another incident: my family lives in the north, and the whole family loves noodles. I’m the only one who prefers rice. The first day our maid showed up, she only made noodles for lunch.
That day, school let out early, and when I passed by the grocery store by my development, I heard my maid talking with the owner, about how her employer said no matter what she made, she needs to steam a bowl of rice for their kid.
So my parents always thought I was an extremely emotionally stable kid who never went through a rebellious phase.”
Comments say, “My mom asked me if I wanted turnip or chive flavoured dumplings, and I asked for chives. She agreed, and still ended up making turnip dumplings instead, and even complained that the turnips didn’t taste good that day. If she’s already decided, then why bother asking me? So I feel a sense of participation?”
“Before, I might demand that my kid listen to me. But then I figured, what’s the harm in listening to them? If something’s a really big hassle, we can talk it out. If they still insist on it, then just do it their way. That way, everyone’s happy.”
“Dongbei people are like this. Their bark’s far worse than their bite.”
“It’s more and more likely that property taxes are gonna be implemented.
All utility bills are rising, and it’s still not enough to make up for the deficit in local government budgets.
There’s no way to increase the amount of income either except by layoffs and wage reductions.
In the end, they might not be able to help it except to start charing property tax. Otherwise, there’s no way to make up for such a large deficit.”
Comments say, “Can you even tax something you’re only allowed to use for 70 years?”
“There’s no way. The real estate market’s practically dead anyway, this would be kicking it off a cliff.”
“That’s impossible. They need to help the real estate market to recover so they can keep selling land. The spare change they can get out of property taxes is nothing.”
A video of a fountain in Singapore’s Marina Bay Sands Department Store:
Comments say, “It’s a giant flushing toilet!”
“Looks like a washing machine.”
“There’s a building in Shenzhen that has the same thing. The swirl goes from the lobby to the car park below ground.”
“If you hear someone saying “hi” to you overseas, don’t respond! Especially if it comes from a teenager. I’ve experienced it a ton of times.
When I first came to Germany, I saw some hip-hop-looking young people in the supermarket saying hi to us. I didn’t catch what they said at first, and then I was like, well, it’s rude not to reply, so I said hi back, and then went to the corner and laugh at me for the longest time. I could see they didn’t look friendly at all.
I kept running into teenagers yelling “hi” at me, even from across the street. Like, even if you’ve already passed them, they’ll still yell after you. What the hell is that, if not malice? I’ve got PTSD about “hi” now.
People are fundamentally evil, don’t assume kindness from them. If you run into this situation, no matter who’s saying it, don’t look back, don’t respond!!”
Comments say, “Is this the new version of “chingchong kungfu” stuff?”
“They’ll make the encounter into a tiktok video, and it’ll get transported over to Bilibili [Chinese youtube], and a bunch of trolls will start spamming the comments. If you get mad, it’s because you’re insecure. If you don’t get mad, they’re just keep going.”
“The hell are you talking about? I thought you got stolen from or mugged or something. There’s bratty teenagers everywhere, they’re all like this.”
“Lately, there’s been a lot of cases of bride price conflict, and all kinds of departments have been coming out and saying their piece. Is bride price really a bigger problem than domestic violence, hiding mutual assets, or kidnapping and hiding kids?
Media keeps reporting this girl or that girl having to return their bride price because they didn’t get married or they only got married for a short time, or even cases where they were sentenced with “illegal earnings.”
This has encouraged a lot of people to exploit loopholes with bad faith.
A guy, divorced, but rich. Yes, just the fact that he’s rich means being divorced won’t affect him on the dating market at all. He met a girl just out of university through a matchmaker. The girl’s family just went through difficulties because her dad’s business failed, and her whole family was being threatened with becoming bankrupt. The matchmaker took advantage of this opportunity and introduced this little girl to this divorced guy.
Before they started dating, he explicitly told the girl and her family that he wanted a son. If they agreed, he’ll start dating. And if they move in together, then he’ll immediately pay 880K in bride price. Whenever she has a son, he’ll immediately marry her. The girl’s family wasn’t entirely happy with this, but faced with sky high debts, they were forced to go along with it.
So the little girl became this man’s partner, and soon after, she got pregnant. He took her to the hospital to identify the gender as soon as he could, and it was a girl! So without any hesitation, he demanded that she get an abortion. He took her to the hospital, did the paperwork, but refused to sign any of it himself. She signed all of her paperwork. Afterwards, she realised this is because he didn’t want to leave any proof that he was ever involved in an abortion.
The abortion failed the first time, so she had to have her uterus scraped a second time. Everyone knows how damaging that is to your body. And at this point, he started distancing himself from her. Until one day, the girl found out that this man was still living with his ex-wife, despite their divorce. And his ex-wife and his daughter were throwing such a fit about her, that he’s started distancing her.
But time heals all wounds. A couple of years later, the girl got married and had her own baby. And one day, she suddenly got summons from the court, saying that the man is suing her for the 880K in bride price.
I just thought that was goddamn unbelievable. How shameless. A man who faked his divorce got together with a freshly graduated uni student under the name of “love”, and took advantage of her economic crisis to sleep with her for several years to try to get a son out of her. They lived together, she got pregnant for him, and now that she has nothing left for him to exploit, he puts on his pants and wants his money back? Is there any justice left in this world? Is there any fairness at all to our laws?
Are our policies about bride price designed to protect this kind of people? Bride price policies were designed to protect destitute families in the countryside, who can’t afford to get married because of heavy economic burdens. Not people who are eating what’s in their bowl while wanting what’s in the pot. He’s technically divorced, but he’s enjoying every part of being married to two women. Don’t hurt the bride price policy makers’ hearts anymore.”
Comments say, “Keep complaining about bride price, and people are just gonna vote with their feet. If we can do at least this much, bride price will disappear all on its own.” [This comment attaches a screenshot of someone else’s blogpost saying that women should get to decide how many kids they have, whose surname the kid takes, and men should shoulder on the responsibility of contraception and take care of half the housework and childrearing duties.]
Comments say, “So what you’re saying is, if you’re not having kids, then there’s no need for bride prices either?”
“It doesn’t matter if this guy is shameless. Scumbags exist everywhere. What matters is how the courts rule this case.”