The Great Censorship

So, I was "invited" for tea for a second time, or to add more accuracy, it was lunch actually.

You may ask who I am? Xoxo, gossip girl...Apparently not. I am just an ordinary researcher employed by foreign media, not that fancy kind of top media, and with less than five months what do they expect me to feed them? But the thing is, that they have stretched out from every corner, functioning exactly the same as KGB and STASI.

Before we met today, they had digged out everything about me, from my former name, my family background etc., which was not surprising at all. But when it came to my private life, that they know about my boyfriend, whom I even never confided to my family about, I was stupid that I felt angry about what I have known for long: they DO monitor my phone. Why they just can't do something decent instead of a fake version of cat-and-mouse game?

Two agents from special branch of Civic Security Bureau, a chopstick-like middle-aged and green-hand behaved assistant, booked a lunch set for something like six, including a whole bowl of salad, Peking duck, fried shrimp meat, sauteed diced beef in black pepper sauce and so on. But we were only a half of six.

Let's just skip all those hypocritical "Long time no see" parts. Great of them, using a combination of psychological tactics, from threatening with potential punishments, to sugar-coated bullets eg. offering fat occupations @Bloomberg, or @Reuters (who's gonna buy it?), and "heart-touching" compassions. I almost can't resist myself from applause.

After all, they really think highly of us. They just can't open up as a civilized, confident nation, oops sorry, party. This is the pathetic part about an absolute autocracy. Relax, buddy. Wukan is no big deal, Urumqi is no big deal, only until you endeavor to hide the facts. Then rumors breed. Simple logic, huh?