Flakes
Lol.. people on manhunt are funny sometimes, like this one:
anyone want to meet up ? gam or gwm, all stats details in profile
simple, nice guy looking for fun with similar guys - of course can be more than just a hookup, just dont expect much from guys on manhunt … haha
looking for asian (preference) or aussie guys under 35 only ! (amazing people who cant read) also guys who are lean - fit and smooth please 
So I sent a wink, and got this in reply:
“thanks mate, but not really into rice queens.”
Ooh, my mistake, he must want the other kind of asian-attracted-caucasians who aren’t rice queens.
LOL…
Update!
I got this email back..
On August 24, 2009 at 09:54 AM, akgatt wrote:
FYI any guy who puts in his profile : ‘only into asians’ = rice queen … go look up the definition
And, it may come as a surprise that there are other white guys out there who like guys of various races - without resorting to pathetic race based preferences.
Can’t deal with the fact that you’re a rice queen ? … go talk to a psychiatrist - or better still, tell someone who cares - just stay out of my face !
Lol.. sounds like someone’s got some deeper issues!
P.S. I wouldn’t date someone just because they’re asian, as anyone who knows me would know. (I wouldn’t date this clown, no matter what he looks like!) But you know what happens when you make ASSumptions, eh 
23.Aug.09 
Bitching 
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Pappa dums?
What is it with Indians and the corner of Swanston and Flinders Sts?
Recently we had Taxi drivers whinging they’re getting ‘attacked’ and they wanted safety screens in their taxis, then they’re complaining they’re too constricted once the safety screens were installed? Lose some weight, you fat asses.
Now we have Indian students claiming they’re being victimised because of a few (a ’spate’) of bashings around the place - which they have nicknamed the ‘curry bashings’. Lol.
If there’s one thing they’re good at, it’s making a noise and claiming they’re the victims. I find it ironic in that they stage a DISRUPTIVE protest and erode any feelings of sympathy, by getting all rowdy and violent and shit. Yeah, way to go, BRAINIACS. Really thought that one through, didn’t ya?
Here are some facts.
You have a city. The city has lowlifes who bash / rob people.
You have a BIG city. The BIG city has MORE lowlifes who bash / rob people.
You have a city which has a concentration of people from ONE race. The city will still have lowlifes who bash / rob people, no matter who they are.
I’m sure if we collated enough police reports of assaults, we’d be able to bend the facts and claim there are a ’spate’ of Asian/Italian/Caucasian bashings going on too!
GET IT? They don’t care who you are, they’ll still rob / bash you if you look like a target. Fuck…
Update
Check out this link, which is an editorial piece by an INDIAN guy, living in the UK, looking at the whole debacle. See, there are some Indian people with intelligence, something that is sadly lacking in the majority of the ‘mob’…
02.Jun.09 Bitching Comments (0)
What they say, what they mean
He says
“I’m a genuine, down to earth and motivated guy - mainly looking for friends to hang out with at the moment”
He means
“I’m a plastic, snobbish and stuck up guy - only looking for cute guys I want to have sex with to hang out with at the moment”
19.Apr.09 Bitching Comment (1)
OMG
Soooo many fucking hopeless people. You really have to wonder how they manage to survive…
…actually they probably wouldn’t, if it weren’t for the people around them.
17.Feb.09 Bitching Comments (0)
Randoms
I woke up late this morning. Well actually I woke up early, then napped until about 11.
During the night, some random had msg’d me, wanting to know if I wanted to have coffee or lunch. Not having anything better to do today, I thought ‘Why not’, and headed into the city after sorting out the where and whens.
I went to Dragon Boat on Lonsdale, which you can always get into for Yum Cha, even without a booking. I call it ‘consistently average’. Nothing spectacular, but it tastes ok and doesn’t make you shit.
So this random turns up a bit late, blaming the train or tram. That’s fair enough.. they’re never on time. Connex, that is.
We ordered a few things, and chatted a bit. Seemed ok, until the conversation got around to ex’s. I mean that was ok, until I asked about his. I think some shrink would have paid him to have a session, coz he came out with some amazingly weird ideas on why he’d only had 2 rships and why they failed etc.
I started noticing a common flaw in his arguments, it was all ‘the guy did’ or ‘the guy didn’t’. I pointed out that out of both his relationships and subsequent attempts, he got out exactly what he put into them. Nothing.
Which is exactly true. If you expect everything to be served up to you on a silver platter like the world owes you something, you may as well do yourself and everyone else a favour and go die already. The world doesn’t need any more people like that.
Needless to say being told the truth (raw, straightforward, without sugar coating - i’m very good at that) didn’t go down well, as he wanted to hear the pandering and bullshit. Silence followed, which was fine as it was time for the bill. Split 50/50 (obviously initiated by me), and then parted company.
Next!
Now i’m off to a friend’s housewarming party. Should be much more fun!
08.Feb.09 Bitching, Random Comments (0)
Hard Economic Times
With the hard economic times upon us now, businesses have to make cuts where they can.
I’m expecting to see more potato and less meat in curries and smaller overall dishes, all with an increased price tag. After all, they’re obviously not making enough money. (Dripping sarcasm..)
I went to my favourite Korean place on Thursday night - Korea Palace in Market Lane.
We got our meal, which was a hot pot and also a chicken bulgogi, plus rice and sides. All very yummy.
BUT when I requested a refill of the kimchi side, I was told that THERE WOULD BE AN EXTRA CHARGE. Like what the fuck? Give me 4 bits of kimchi, then say you’re gonna charge me more for a refill?
I’m not going back. Fuck them. A giant TUB of kimchi only costs $3.00. Oh yeah, the marinated potato side dish you normally get was missing too. STFU.
17.Oct.08 Bitching, Food Comments (0)
Dictionary never lies
1 Dictionary result(s) for: freeloading
intr.v. free·load·ed, free·load·ing, free·loads - Slang
To take advantage of the charity, generosity, or hospitality of others.
free’load’er n.
Well, that says it all.
12.Oct.08 Bitching Comments (0)
Busy Busy Busy…
I went to gym again last night, but ended up skipping some parts of my routine. Even doing that, I was still there for the best part of 2 hours.
I normally go on Mondays and Thursdays. Mondays are busy. I also tried Tuesdays, but they’re just as busy. Fridays suck, coz they close an hour earlier, so if you’re late arriving, you don’t get everything done before they kick you out. Thursdays are good though. Well, at least they used to be.
It’s the Victoria University Gym. You’d expect a lot of students there, yes? No. A few students. More than a few Indians. A few abnormally bulked up people who look like they live there. A few normal average people - (I prefer to include myself in this category :P). And lucky last, a few fat people.
And now on Thursday, we have a whole group of about 20 Down Syndrome people.
Now I totally have nothing against anyone with Down Syndrome. Bastard of a thing to have wrong with you.
What I DO have a problem with, is the management (or rather mis-management) of the fucking Gym.
The Down Syndrome people come in, and pretty much get on everything and into everything. They have no comprehension of Gym Etiquette, so they just hog things even when they’re resting. Which is also a problem with most of the Indians. But assumedly their brains function ‘normally’, so they have no excuse, except maybe stupidity.
Then there’s this mid 40’s guy who’s always there, who could floor you with his disgusting body odour - from 5 paces. Someone needs to introduce him to a modern day invention we call ‘deodorant’, and we’ll all be better off [alive].
He also doesn’t have a clue how to use dumbells, coz he ends up getting momentum by swinging them like pendulums. Dickhead.
Then we have a couple of narcissists, who do a few exercises, and then spend double the time turning in front of the mirror admiring themselves. Sadly, there’s not much to admire - so they should just get on with it.
Yesterday when I arrived, the first thing I go to use after doing stretches is the treadmill. As the Down Syndrome group was on most of them, I sat and waited. Then this anorexic dyke finished up on the treadmill, and headed right out of the gym (Probably to weigh herself, to see if she’d reached negative mass yet). So I walked over and reset it, and started my warmup. Then she comes back and starts abusing me, saying she was still on it. Ahem, excuse me? So I ignored her for a minute, but she had this teapot stance and kept bitching at me. So I jumped off, and said “Well have it then, you obviously need it more than I do.” Hopefully that’ll give her a complex and she’ll keep ‘milling until she fades away.
Then I managed to get a few weights exercises in, and then after my first set on the Pec Deck, some Indian wanted to jump in while I was resting inbetween sets. That’s fine - except he did his set, and fucking sat there - and gave me a blank look when I told him to get off. Fuck me.
So i’ve found this new gym which charges just $4.40 per visit, and it’s open 24-7. Sounds like a plan, coz I won’t be renewing my fucking membership at VU.
06.Jun.08 Bitching, Home Comments (0)
Arseholes
Since when do you have to feed meters in a carpark on a Sunday, AFTER 1pm? I never had to before, but some CUNT ticket inspector left a ticket on my windscreen today. $55!
FUCKING ARSEHOLE. No wonder they run away as soon as they give you a ticket though, i’d take to his kneecaps with a tyre iron if I found him.
25.May.08 Bitching Comments (0)
PIN: Pretty Inept Numnuts - aka Customer Disservice
My credit card expired at the end of March. They sent me a letter (mid March) letting me know my new credit card (same card, new expiry date) was available at my local branch, and I could pick it up any time. So I did.
The next time I went to use an ATM, I just assumed it’d continue to work. (ATM = A Terrible Mistake! Mwahaha) But no. Now in a mood, off I went to visit the bank (the ATM I used was in a food court, and I was hungry!)
Queued up. Served. The teller (an Old Duck who could barely work these newfangled computer thingys) couldn’t understand why it didn’t just work, but she requested a PIN reset anyway. That’d take about 3 working days. So I drew out some cashola to tide me over.
A week passed, no PIN reset letter. Back to the bank I went. Another PIN reset, because it’s ‘all they can do’. This time, it arrived just within a week. Pin #: 7979.
Off I went to get some money out of the ATM: Another Tiny Malfunction. It didn’t work, again.
Into the bank. Queue. Explain. Watch the frowns, and the communal gathering of the tellers, mumble, mumble, shrug. “We’ll reissue the PIN again for you, sir”.
Fuck me. Withdrew more money.
Another week passed, then the new unique PIN arrived. 7979. Again?
Surprise surprise, it didn’t work, again.
Back to the bank, spoke to some Indian guy who actually seemed to know what he was doing (!), but I still only got another fucking PIN reset.
Fast forward to last Friday. The PIN letter arrived, and once again, the number was 7979! What the hell? I tried it while out shopping yesterday, and it didn’t work. Again.
So this morning I went to the bank, and spoke with Adrian. Poor guy.. having to deal with me, first thing on a Monday morning.
But I was fairly polite. I told him my problem, and that i’d be either walking out of the bank with a working card with a working PIN, or i’d be closing all my accounts and walking out with my cash. That’s not harsh, eh?
So after punching a bunch of numbers and frowning a few times, he rang Card Services. He spoke to the person on the other end for a minute, then headed over to the bench where they keep all the new cards that customers’ haven’t picked up yet. He pulled one out and came back over to me. It was a duplicate of my card!
I then went and tried that one in the ATM (A Taxing Moment)…. and it worked!
I went back in and asked the obvious questions.. like WHAT, WHO, HOW and WHY.
WHAT the fuck?
WHO requested another card to be made?
HOW long was this new card sitting there?
WHY did they make another card in the first place?
Evidently he said it was ‘complicated’, which in subliminal speak translates to ’someone here fucked up, and the rest of us were too stupid to notice what they’d done. I suspect the person who fucked it up was the Old Duck who couldn’t work her newfangled computer thingy.
And as for me getting the same unique PIN # in three reset letters, he had no answer for that one.
P.S. That’s obviously not my PIN # anymore, duh.
21.Apr.08 Bitching Comments (0)
