Archive for the ‘Personal’ category

Stirling HoR Results

November 25, 2007

I finished 5th of 9 candidates in the Stirling HoR election.

Not a bad result on the face of it, but considering I had first position on the poll (and the “Donkey Vote” that goes with it), it’s probably not so impressive.

I did outpoll both Family First and One Nation though, which is nice.

Full breakdown is here

1. Michael Keenan (Liberal)
2. Peter Tinley (Labor)
3. Tamara Desiatov (Greens)
4. Ray Moran (CDP)
5. Sam Ward (LDP)
6. Denise Hynd (What Women Want)
7. Symia Hopkinson (Family First)
8. Alex Patrick (One Nation)
9. Keith Hallam (CEC)

I went into the election planning on preferencing Keenan, but after collecting all the HTV cards from those who were giving them out, Labor was putting me 3rd and the Liberals 4th. So I went tit-for-tat and gave my preference to Tinley.

In the end though, Michael Keenan got up.

Hopefully he’s not a shapeshifting lizard. If he is, I promise to preference the CEC next time.

Sam Goes To Canberra

October 31, 2007

I am standing in the seat of Stirling for the LDP.

All political blogging will take place at my campaign site for the near future.

Stupid Videos and Asian Girls in Bikinis will remain here.

Hello Darklings

April 14, 2007

As most of you are probably already aware, I am in Thailand.

Blogging came to an abrupt halt on here when I decided to try out World of Warcraft and it promptly consumed my life for a few weeks. Hopefully things will be back to normal when I get back to Australia in May.

dar·ling (dahr-ling) (english) – A person very dear to another; one dearly loved.
dahrk-ling (thai) – Monkey’s Arse.


February 12, 2007

One of the unfortunate facts of life for those of us who like Asian girls is that Asian parents are not usually all that keen on the idea of their daughter dating a foreigner. So it’s usually a well-kept secret. And when the secret gets out, the shit hits the fan:

When I come to Korea I often stay with HH. Unlike most unmarried Korean girls HH lives alone and so there are no parents to dodge. But like all good Korean girls she can’t let her mum know that she is letting an evil pegin (white guy) stay at her house.

During the week HH leaves early for work while I laze about, go and get something to eat and eventually use her computer to do some blogging and/or work. But today her mum decided to pay her a surprise visit and much to her surprise she found me at the house! Opps.

Now there’s trouble. Mum is angry at HH and I have been banished until peace can be restored. So now that my plans for a peaceful and relaxing couple of weeks have been disrupted I have to find a new place to stay and a new plan.

Perhaps John’s new plan should be getting the hell out of Korea before the racial purity police come knocking on his door. Or this guy.

Ni Hao

January 22, 2007

This is apparently my name in Chinese. I thought it would be a lot shorter, only being 2 syllables and all.


Best. Christmas. Ever.

December 27, 2006

I must have been really good this year because Father Christmas bought me just what I always wanted. A small party on a friend’s farm was the plan for Christmas eve, but the plan quickly changed when the girls mentioned that the next house down the road had a group of backpackers staying there who were stuck without a car or somewhere to go.

I volunteered for the mission. Imagine my surprise when I found this – in the middle of nowhere on Christmas Eve…

Snatching Victory

December 18, 2006

Our cricket match on Saturday was the scene for one of the greatest comebacks in suburban cricket history. Chasing 191, we came back from 6/66 to win by 1 wicket.

Take special note of #11, A. Ahmed, who came out with 39 runs required for the last wicket and made 33 not out. In his first game of 1st grade. Unbelievable.

Reverse Agony Aunt #2

December 13, 2006

I need to buy a new (used) car. I am planning to spend about $2,000 to $3,000 on this car. Unfortunately the only thing I know about cars is that the one I currently have is buggered.

Any car-knowing people shall now please advise me what would be the best kind of car I could get for this amount of money.

My requirements:

1. It should be big enough for me to sit in. That rules out anything Corolla-sized or smaller. 2L 4 cylinders like a Camry or 626 are fine though.

2. It should work good and for a long time.

3. It should look grouse.

Go crazy with the advice.

Update: Also, if you live in Perth and would like to sell me your car for a bargain price feel free to tell me about it. I will pay cash on-the-spot.

The End Of Beerstory

November 13, 2006

Over the life of this blog I have written a lot of posts about the pitiful state of the nightlife scene in Perth. Unfortunately, due to my server migration, most of those posts are still languishing in my archives on my hard drive waiting to be uploaded, so they aren’t readable at the moment.

In any case anyone who lives here knows that it’s shit and getting worse every day. The July 1 smoking ban killed off a couple more of the last remaining good pubs in Perth, and going there now is like going to a funeral.

I guess in part my idiocy last weekend was a subconcious resignation that it’s over. I knew the night was over after being ejected from the Elephant, there simply isn’t anywhere else worth going (and many would say the Elephant’s not that hot either, but we can agree to disagree).

Then, on the Friday just gone, three of my friends (including my flatmate) went down to our local boozer, the Stamford Arms. I stayed home. A huge melee broke out not long after they arrived, 2 of my friends were king hit and my flatmate was stabbed in the back with a broken bottle. All three turned up to cricket the next day very sore and sorry for themselves. My flatmate spent 4 hours in casualty, but is ok after a few stiches. His clothes are soaked in blood.

The police closed the pub at 11:30pm.

This is the last straw for me. Our own local, once a fairly reasonable drinking hole, has become a wasteland, filled with angry bogans and devoid of women. The 2 other pubs on the Scarborough foreshore have been closed for months, with no notice as to when (if ever) they will reopen.

Northbridge is a war zone, and even on the off chance you do manage to avoid being beaten or robbed, then you can just end up like me and be ejected for no reason by bouncers and police who are understandably paranoid about the entire situation. It is entirely fucked.

For this reason I have decided that my punishment wasn’t severe enough. I am imposing a curfew on myself for the next month. I will not be in any pub in Perth after the hour of 9pm. In fact I will probably not be going to any pub at all except for the Nookemburra, who are our cricket club sponsors.

I will be doing all my drinking at the cricket club or in private residences until my 30th birthday, which is on the 23rd of December.

At that point I will reassess, but I really can’t see any reason why I would want to go out in Perth again this summer. It’s just a fucking shithole.

Scales Of Justice Update

November 9, 2006

I pled (plead?) guilty, received a $250 fine, $55 court costs and a spent conviction for my trouble.

Lesson learned: Cops can do whatever they want whenever they want.

Cost of lesson: $405.

Key Quote by Magistrate: “I don’t need to see the character references, the nature of the offense is such that they aren’t necessary”.

In other words, what a fucking waste of time.

Next post will feature some of the other interesting cases from my day in Perth Magistrate’s Court.