Tonight is the award ceremony of JCI IOBA (Aspiring) Creative Young Entrepreneur Award. Two competitions, one venue. Sponsored by Banco di Caribe. The "aspiring" one (in which I take part with 2ndLifeCuracao) for the future entrepreneurs and the main event for... Continue Reading →
The poet in me doesn't like to call himself a poet, nor a writer. (He loves to be called one though.) He doesn't like to make too much fuss about words or grammar. (About anything, pirate remember...) Those are rules for other mortals that I don't abide by.
She is beautiful. She is wild. She is calm. She is wise. She is strength. She is Wasabi! She is Jennifer and I love her for all that she is and she is always too much and never enough. She... Continue Reading →
When I read about feminism or emancipation of women, races or gender inequality I wonder if I'm reading an article from the 60's or 70's. Growing up in the 80's (I'm from 1976) in the Netherlands with a single mother... Continue Reading →
"I'm gonna make a change For once in my life It's gonna feel real good Gonna make a difference Gonna make it right" And here I stand repeating those words... When you reach out, the right people will reach back... Continue Reading →
My name is Andrew Greg Mitchell Clemence Kirchner... (Yes I know, apparently my mother already knew I was trouble when I was born.) My friends call me Andy, my family Andrew and my mother "dolo'i kabes" (Papiamentu for headache). I was... Continue Reading →
