I'm Appalled!

Surely, this is a gross infringement on human rights, an obscene assault on human dignity, and a crime against humanity. Amnesty International and other human rights groups should swiftly condemn the Chinese regime for such deplorable actions.

From China Daily

Hostesses stay away from clubs following police raids

University grads made good money as hostesses because they learned never to talk back, customer says.

Hostesses have apparently disappeared from KTV and other entertainment venues, just weeks after police began an anti-vice crackdown in the city.

The operation has also resulted in a dramatically reduced flow of patrons to these venues.

At Heaven VIP Club, which is next to Passion Nightclub, a male staff member surnamed Wang told METRO the number of customers have been reduced by 40 percent.

"At this critical moment, there are no hostesses at all," he said. "Even if you offer more money, you will not get one."

But customers will not be stopped from bringing girls to the club, he said.
At the No 9 Spring Business Hotel, a manager, surnamed Yang, said the number of customers have dropped by 30 percent.

"Anyone wanting to check in must show their IDs, and massage girls are not allowed to enter guest rooms to provide services," Yang said. Notices of this are posted at each door.

On May 11, Chaoyang police raided entertainment places, including Passion Nightclub, No 8 Plaza KTV and Night Banquet Club. Some of the places were allegedly providing obscene shows and were believed to be shelters for prostitution.
During the raid, 557 hostesses were detained, including 118 from the Passion Nightclub.

The nightclub - one of the most famous in the city - has a reputation for 170 cm tall "pretty and elegant" hostesses, all 18 to 25 years old with high education, perfect figures and fair and delicate skin.

A man surnamed Su, who often visited Passion, told METRO many hostesses are university graduates, speak standard Mandarin and never quarrel with customers.
Even if they were angry, they would keep silent and smile at customers, Su said.
"Compared with the other hostesses, who always talk about house, car and brand-name clothes, they are more cultivated," he said. "They can cover topics from electric technology to history and culture, and even politics and finance."

Su said a private room at Passion can cost up to 5,000 yuan, with clients spending 20,000-30,000 yuan in one night in total.

Su said the last time he was there was in March when he went with three friends, including two real estate bosses from Zhejiang and Fujian provinces, and they spent 7,820 yuan.

They were greeted warmly by a "Mami", a woman in her 30s wearing a black suit, followed by five pretty girls for them to choose, based on appearances and even artistic talent, he said.

Drinks are costly, Su said. Imported drinks, highly recommended by the Mami, would cost 3,600 to 20,000 yuan a bottle. Even a beer costs 70 to 80 yuan, and cocktails 200 yuan.

Su said the hostesses would accompany them in singing, drinking or playing dice. Many can dance, sing folk songs and play the piano or a zither-like instrument.

"Usually, the customers have relatively high status in society and wouldn't misbehave," Su said.

The girls are divided into three levels, based on education, looks and body shape, and talent in performing. Their tips range from 500 to 1,000 yuan.

Su said they paid 7,820 yuan, including 2,600 yuan for the VIP room with an additional 15 percent of service fee, 2,400 yuan in hostess fees, 4,000 yuan for drinks and 400 yuan for waiter services.

On June 5, 2010, Nanjing police raided their local entertainment places.

Business PolyGram Nightclub and Nanjing Red Cube KTV, which allegedly provided obscene shows and were believed to be shelters for prostitution, were all ordered to suspend business.

Over 100 suspects were arrested by police during the raid.

One day later, Guangzhou police also arrested 600 suspects in a downtown KTV center, five of which were involved in drug-related crimes.

The Beijing ongoing crackdown on prostitution will continue to the end of this year and will continue to make surprise inspections on KTV clubs, nightclubs and bathhouses.

He Angang, political commissioner from the public security division, told METRO a special police force will target five-star hotels, nightclubs, large KTV clubs and private top-end business and hot spring clubs.

He said if an entertainment place is found to provide obscene shows, organize prostitution or provide venues for prostitution, it could have its license revoked.

"These entertainment places are usually backed by criminal gangs. Carrying out the clean-up is conducive to fundamentally attacking these criminal groups," he said.
Last week, 35 city entertainment places, including the Heaven Earth nightclub, No 8 Club KTV, and Sunworld Dynasty Hotel KTV, were also closed for offences involving prostitution.

Around 1,100 people were detained during the one-month crackdown, which kicked off on April 11

Atheist Meetup

We had our third Atheist Meetup at Vivo City on Tuesday evening. Being the first to arrive at the scene of the crime, I went to the alfresco part of Pacific Coffee and admired the dusk as it fell upon the sea. I had endured a torrid day at my gulag. My eyes hurt from staring at the computer screen and I nearly lost my temper during one incident at work. Leaning against the railing and staring into the deepening shadows, I began to feel a measure of calm. The dusk is indeed the most beautiful part of the day. Its colours are ever so subtle, their hues far deeper than any shades of colour viewed in harsh glaring sunlight. Where the dawn ushers in false hope, the dusk heralds the coming of night and its sibilant promise of blissful oblivion which awaits us all at the end of this arduous journey we call existence. Ah the night….

I am digressing. Alfie arrived soon after me. I hadn’t seen him since he went emo on us two years ago and I was struck by how much weight he put on. He bought along a youngish and nerdy-looking bloke, who introduced himself as David. He is a clerk in the air force, and looking at him, it is easy to see why he will never be selected for a combat vocation. We said hi and then got our refreshments at the counter.

Our right to stay secured, we introduced ourselves a bit more. Alfie gave him a summary of our atheist group’s history and explained the schism that happened the last time. I told him it was all water under the bridge and assured him nobody is bearing a grudge. I said that we have no time to keep the group going so it’s been a hiatus for quite a while now. The update concluded, we started to go into the main topic.

It was the same old question about how atheism could move forward, and despite our numerous attempts over the years, we still could not come to a fixed solution. Alfie said religion provides emotional benefits to its followers and it could be quite hard to substitute that. I totally agreed with his views and for now our little operation (if it be called even that) would be just a social network of sorts. I suggested that if any atheist group must be run like a business to stand a chance of prospering. Alfie thought I was thinking of making money out of it but I clarified that a business mindset didn’t necessarily entail an insistence on monetary gains. People who joined an organization always want to gain from it. These people (customers) must perceive that the product/service they will receive outweigh the costs they incur for joining the group. We must make them an offering they cannot refuse, and must constantly offer them the same level of and/or differentiated service. I also explained the importance of getting rid of unfavorable customers. Unfavorable customers include the following: People who join purely for ulterior motives (insurance agents and their ilk); nimrods (pseudo-intellectuals who seek to glorify themselves by quoting philosophies nobody cares about); non-committed people (the ‘see see look look’ kind); and other disruptive elements. David and Alfie also commented about the difficulty of setting up an official atheist organization in this shithole. Our regime would cramp down on any element they perceive as even marginally disruptive elements to the status quo. In the end, our consensus was that our internal and external analyses did not support the viability of establishing an atheistic movement in this shithole.

I asked Alfie about the previous atheist meetings. He said that two cnspecs turned up for the previous meetup. Apparently one was a serious atheist while her friend was less committed to the cause. This bit of intelligence interested me greatly, and I made further inquires. Alfie or David said they are studying in a local paper mill and are ‘all right’ in he looks department. I was appalled that I actually missed the previous meetup. If I could kick myself I could have done so. Surely, the fates are against me. The ONLY time two good broads turned up in an atheist meetup and I had to $^#@ miss it! It’s a fucking disgrace!

Speaking of cnspecs, at this point the topic shifted to the sorry existence we endured in this shithole. We spoke about how intellectual incapable our fellow Shitholers are, with me adding that it Shitholer women behave like dead fish in bed, are generally unappealing and quite incapable of independent thought even with their degrees. I was in my element. Alfie looked at me, mildly amused or shocked; David was quite….stunned. I then talked about how going to the Holy land improved my grasp of business fundamentals and explained, as I during slop with XH the other time, the strategic and tactical actions these entrepreneurs took in order to survive in the volatile environment in which they ply their trade. Funny how an atheist meetup can turn into a business lecture. I should be a lecturer.

We discussed more on politics and existence, and was soon joined by Samuel. This bloke is roughly my height but considerably wider in girth. He was held up by his sergeant major for spotting long hair. He is a clerk in his army unit. Funny how atheists tend to be young male with intellectual leanings and little physical inclinations (I am partly making a generalization against clerks).He was more expressive than David, who really should be more confident of himself. We continued our conversation in pretty much the same vein. It was quite notable that political discussions about this shithole and its regime often shift to an analysis on the U.S. political scene. The two are not really synonymous with each other but somehow we always find a way to make parallels and discuss them, sometimes relating one to the other, other times separating various aspects. Anyway, Samuel asserted that we would not be seeing a regime change and a change in sociocultural attitude even after the Old Dog Thief dies. Alfie and I agreed with him to a certain extent. Shitholers are just too apathetic and pathetic. We disagree insofar as the inevitably of change is concerned. As a lecturer of mine once said, “No dynasty lasts forever.” The real question is not whether change will happen, but the length of time it will take for them to occur. On the U.S portion of our discussion, it was more on the usual things about how the States is being dominated by religious fundamentalism and corporatism. Samuel seemed to think that the U.S will continue to remain a world power on account of its diversity and innovativeness. I quite disagreed, reasoning that other countries will soon catch up with it in the military and economic arenas.

Any further discussion was cut short with the Pacific Coffee staff announcing they would be closing the café soon. As we made our way out I suggested that we should have some sort of barbecue or other fun activities in future. After all, it would be boring if we sit at cafes all the time. They agreed but I doubt this will happen in the near future if it would at all. (Ah! Change….) Alfie said the next meetup is in two weeks time. Maybe more people will turn up, maybe not.

The Class of 85 Everton FC

EVERTON: 1 Stoke City: 0

A hard fought victory, and richly deserved. It was our first goal scored by a striker in this campaign! YAKUBUUUUU!

Will we ever recapture our glory days?

Linked from here.

A Beautiful Friday Night

As is our custom, Chicken and I went out last Friday night to relax after a long and dreadful week. First we had holy meat and soup at our favourite slop house in Lavender. The soup was fantastic as always, and the moving scenery, as defined by the occasional sexily dressed broads prancing about in the vicinity, was as palatable as the pork we enjoyed. We noticed that a staircase leading up to a respectable establishment was just situated next to the slop stall. From the economic point of view, this is a complementary relationship. Blokes can have slop before going up for swill and boobs and even if you approach it from the reversed angle, broads who have had their fill of swill and boobs can come down and replenish their energies with some good slop. No wonder business is always brisk.

After our slop we decided to go to Illuma to catch a show. When we reached the nearby carpark, a high-end car turned in, and what emerged from it was a most delectable sight, worthy of the attention of the angelic hosts and the infernal powers. Dressed in a slinky black outfit which accentuated her feminine form, this slim and shapely beauty made her way down the sidewalks, her hip swaying delightful with each step she took in her stiletto heels. She had a Buddhist mantra tattooed prominently on her back – she was clearly Thai. Chicken and I mused about how much it took for the lucky whoreson to maintain such an exquisite beauty. Some animals just have all the luck.

We made our way into Illuma and purchased our tickets. I found that I quite like Illuma. There are not many shop; the floor space is very spacious, there is plenty of space for you to take a leisurely stroll and look at beautiful things from a bird’s eye view; and the crowd is sparse and prettier compared to the mobs found in horrible places like Jurong Point and West Mall. The aesthetics of the crowd could also be due to the fact that there is more cnspecs than Shitholers. Chicken and I asserted we should go there more often.

As there was still time, we had refreshments at the food court at Parco Bugis Junction. It was truly a beautiful night. There were quite a few good specs around. One nubile young thing sat beside us; two well-formed broads had slop at another table - from our position we enjoyed a very good view of them – and the best of the lot in my opinion, sat at the far end. In spite of my ogling, I could not ascertain her nationality or race. She had beautiful eyes and exotic facial features; she was slim and fleshly, yet no overly so, in the right areas; and her waist was gently formed and tantalizing. My friend and I praised the virtues of this magnificent creature and while we were at it, we denounced the low standards of our local specs.

We whiled away enough time for the movie to start. Taken was quite okay: lots of shooting and blowing people away. It was still no A-Team though. While leaving the cinema, we saw an ex-gulag mate and her girlfriend. I felt happy for her. She has finally found happiness and I think it is a beautiful thing. I did not manage to get a good look at her girlfriend but from the back she looked okay. Chicken told me he heard from the slackers in my ex-unit that the girlfriend was quite rich. Maybe it is time for me to contact my ex-gulag mate. Her girlfriend may have sisters who are heterosexual. I can do with a bit of money.

There was only one place to go and that was the Holy Land. We reached there soon enough, and although this iconic area was quiet by its usual standards, tits night scene was enchanting as always. The cnspecs were at their seductive best. Such ample were their assets that their filigree shifts came close to bursting at the seams. (What a sight that would have been!) A couple called out to us as we walked past. I think they have been seeing us so frequently that we are a part of their life as much as they are an irreplaceable feature of the red-light district.

Half an hour after our arrival, the alarm rang. As one, all the trollops dashed into the nearby hotel with a speed Usain Bolt would have admired. The evacuation was executed with almost military precision. The relations managers zipped about on their electric bicycles, their eyes watchful for any fuzz, plain-clothes or uniform. They communicated with one another using an electronic piece fixed to their ear. I was highly impressed by their professionalism. Our army should hire these managers as security consultants.

Across the road, some cnspecs continued to conduct their business. Now, these are different from the cnspecs mentioned earlier. These cnspecs are generally older and charge less for their service. They appeal to the MILF-lovers. I believe they offer superior services to that offered by the cnspecs in the vicinity of the Darlene Hotel. Experience always counts and their comparative lack of attractiveness may induce them to work harder at pleasing their customers so as to ensure customer loyalty.

As Chicken and I strolled around the vicinity of the CBD, we occasionally saw blokes and their girlfriends. I do not understand why some blokes have to walk their girlfriends next to the merchandise. Are they trying to imply to them the need to be as aesthetically pleasing as the merchandise? Still, I generally do not have a problem with couples walking around in certain districts. As long as they do not insult the cnspecs I am fine with them.

The alert was off after nearly an hour and the business scene, like the economy, began a gradual recovery. We went on our last round of ogling and made our way back home. It was an enchanting and enriching evening, and the sight of the bevy of beauties strengthened my resolve to be like the dying man in de Sade’s literary masterpiece The Dialogue Between a Priest and a Dying Man.

Happy and Living an Impossible Existence

EVERTON: 2 SHITE: 0

Happy Sunday! Now for the suck.

My existence is getting more ludicrous by the minute. Following the departure of my colleague for greener - and more bountiful - pastures, I am now the ONLY ONE left in my department.

We did not have a proper handover, to be honest. Right up to her last day, my ex-senior had to rush for meetings to clear up shit for people who should have cleared theirs up long before she had her last day. Her last week was taken up by training - my boss felt it would be helpful to clear up any lingering doubts our system users might have so that they could be more independent. It turned out quite differently though. Some did not attend. Those who did asked more questions we could possibly solve and now I have an entire back log of problems which probably dated back to the time of the dinosaurs.

It was brutally obvious to any attendee that our business process was shite from the start. It is little wonder why we are not making any money. As if this is not bad enough, our strategy, product development, and marketing teams are either clueless as a whole or headed by people who should be in a home for retards.

Now I have a whole pile of shit and about 150 employees under my charge. Can't log in - who do they find? Me. Invoice processing got stuck? Me. Variances in the accounts? Me. Some idiotic director doesn't know how to read a bleedingly simple sales report? Me. Every thing comes to me, every damn thing happens to me. If I hadn't lacked money, I would have bid this sorry excuse for a gulag good riddance and walked out of it strutting like a peacock. The Feisty Old Bag told me that two of her editors are leaving soon. I feel happy for them. I'll be leaving at the end of the year and even if they double my paltry wages I'll still not stay on. I feel sorry for the new staff who takes over my senior's position. She/he/it can forget about having some resemblance of work life balance, because there is none to be had.

Possibly the only good thing I could have gotten out of this sorry stint is the kind of shit I can put on my job application letter and resume. "Supported the entire IT infrastructure alone", "Designed and implemented business processes", "Managed international stakeholders" sound just about right. During the course of my short existence I have shown myself capable of doing impossible things. If I get through this, it will be yet another notch on my blade.

A Potentially Tragic Sunday

Everton take on the Shite in an hour and Evertonians are more optimistic than pessimistic. The Shite are in the relegation zone and we are just above them. A loss means that the loser drops into the bottom three. It could be a miserable weekend for either group of fans.

Fellaini, Pienaar, Rodwell, Jags, and Rodwell are out. Most likely the Shite will try to intimidate our boys by kicking lumps out of them in the first ten minutes. That pair of ugly twats Gerrard and Lucas would probably take turns elbowing Arteta and then we will lose our focus along with our pluck and let them attack us. It is a pity Moyes sold Yobo. Heitinga will surely partner Distin in the centre of defence, but it remains to be seen who offers the back four protection.

Osman should be deployed to tidy things up in the centre of the park, as he did so effectively against ManUre last season. Moyes will surely get Cahill to support the strikers, leaving Arteta to spray passes behind them. The left flank is problematic through. Shorn of the excellent Pienaar and Osman (who did a decent job there against Birmingham), the only player who is technically good enough to play there is the Russian enigma Bily, who has been anonymous so far this season. On the right, Coleman adds pace and directness on our much maligned right flank, with possibly Neville defending. Moyes will play 4-5-1 and try to sneak a goal from a set piece. I have been very critical of this formation, but given the circumstances, maybe it is the most viable. If anything, it should allow us to suffocate their midfield and stop them from scoring, even though we may not score ourselves.

This may be the weakest Shite squad in three decades but I do not foresee us twating the bastards. Too often we have bottled it in derbies and this time may not be different. Moreover, our propensity to concede silly goals, coupled with our strikers’ inability to score in a whorehouse, means that we must be delighted with a point.