I am currently working as a course administrator at St George's Univeristy of London.
Then there is the problem of what to do. Take for instance the Central Coast, it has a total of 3night clubs, 2 cinema complex's, and 2 decent shopping centres. Thats about all the entertainment there is during winter, no wait I forgot about the ice rink. Then in summer there is the beach, now I hear you all say what are you complaining for? Well the reason is one of the beaches nearly every summer loses all its sand, another is constantly swarmed in jellyfish, and the sharks... so alot of the time the beaches are closed!
Then of course there is the other problem of the heat in summer. You're all thinking what could be wrong with that? Imagine for a moment that you are in the middle of a UK winter, and the boiler breaks. You know how hard it is to keep warm and fall asleep when your freezing? Lets reverse this then. It's the middle of a 40degree celcius day... you dont have an air conditioner, and the fan above your head just isnt helping. Now imagine that the freezer stops working, and theres no ice. You've taken off all the clothes you possibly can and still you are sweating like a pig. Every time you lift your arm it just causes more beading. Now try falling asleep like that, believe me its not the easiest thing to do.
Perhaps now you can see why I've moved to England, you dont even have one deadly spider here! Then there is the night-life, so much to do.
I was just reminiscing about the past when i realised just how many stories one person has to tell. For instance, what is your first memory and why do you think you remembered this, and not something else that day?
Well I'll tell you a little about my first memory: It was a beautiful sunny day in Brisbane, Australia, there were bees buzzing around the little flowers in the grass, my younger sister had actually slept through the night, and Dad was humming in his office. I was sat on the stairs leading out to the backyard. I stood up and ran to the trampoline, which I knew I wasn't allowed to use without my elder brother or sister to supervise.
Once I was bouncing up and down on the big black mat, I heard someone crying, and for once it wasn't my new sister. I looked up at the top of the stairs and saw someone through the fly-screen door in the house. I wanted to know who was crying so i shouted out 'Why cwying?' but no one answered. So me being the happy little girl I ran up the steps, well attempted to run up them, its more of a feat than you realise when you are 3. At the top of the stairs there was my mother. Mum was crying? Mum? she never cried. 'How is my favourite little girl today?' I wasn't going to answer this, why was my mummy crying? 'Mummy cwying?', I said starting to sniffle myself. 'Yes sweety, Mummy going away.' Now this didnt make sense, was she just going to the shops? 'Mummy going to live with Bruce.' She muttered this coaxingly. 'Untl Bwuce?'(Uncle Bruce wasn't really an uncle, he was my elder brother and sisters Scout Leader.) 'Yes munchkin.' She almost bawled this out, and turned and fled into the house.
Meanwhile, I'm still wondering what she meant by this, and turned to run back down the stairs. Now an upset three year old girl is not going to make it down those stairs without hurting herself. Of course at the first landing, I fell and scraped my knee. I didn't cry, it was silly to cry over a scraped knee, I knew my mother would fix it up later.
She never did.So its been a hell of a long time since I have decided to add to this webpage, but I thought it was about time to do so. 19/02/08 - Knowledge is an interesting thing. Look at say a praying mantis for one, we once thought that a female of the species had to or even always bit off the males head during reproducting. The truth of this is that it is more likely to happen in captivity than ever in the wild. The idea of biting the head of was that as the male(lets call him bob) is ejaculating, the head was actually eaten by the female. The reason the female does this is that as bob is dying his body will spasm violently producing sperm. Scarey huh that an insect could think of this!
