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After I completed my university degree in Health Science & Psychology I moved to Costa Rica where I became qualified as an English Language Teacher. Since then, I have worked as an adventure tour photographer and as a free-lance travel writer. I worked for the local Chamber of Commerce for a year and am now employed by a company that builds, sells and rents luxury vacation homes in Costa Rica. I also do part-time marketing for a luxury hotel and translations for the local bi-lingual newspaper. I love and miss all my family and friends in New Zealand!
Over the years I have become a member of many notable and perhaps even radical Facebook groups, including, “I dont get drunk...
It was dark on the highway last night and the car in front of us hit an old man, then sped off without stopping to see if they’d even killed him or not.
Dirty old rotten old Global Warming, said to be caused by us dirty rotten people, is now being described as history's biggest scam. Why?
Every now and again I have a wee identity crisis. Among the multitude of questions I ask myself, the two that always come back to haunt me are:
"Am I doing the right thing?"
"Marijuana gives rise to insanity -- not in its users but in the policies directed against it. A nation that sentences the possessor of a single joint to life imprisonment without parole but sets a murderer free after perhaps six years is in the grips of a deep psychosis."
As we all know, Haiti was flattened on the 13th of January.
I imagine there are various uses for Crack Heads and other drug addicts. But the other night I discovered a new one. My car broke down in the middle of town, late at night.
Inspired by the passing of this last decade and the promise of a new year, some artsy group in New York City invited people to contribute any “last words” which they then exhibited.
I forgive you.
Grow up.
But, you don't understand.
I hadn't thought about Christmas at all until I ran into a friend of mine in town. Quivering with excitement she pointed to the parched green pine tree strapped to the roof of her dusty jeep. She was joyful AND triumphant.
A Facebook group caught my attention, "We don't want Cow Cubicles in New Zealand." My ears pricked up.
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