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The whispers of a nutcase

Have you heard the words every time she comes by the whispers of a nutcase with a heart full of nothing and a nothing full of heart Like an occupation I long for the magic letting the words divide leave... Continue Reading →

Beating negativity with positivism

Everybody has his/her opinion. Good or bad. Everybody has the right to express themselves. Good or bad. Now ask yourself, if all you do is express what you don't like, how much will that help improve your case? Everywhere I... Continue Reading →

The JCI IOBA competition (The after)

WE WON! WE WON! I'm still not realizing this. Maybe I should say it again... WE WON! So many emotions. So many thoughts. So many thank you, well wishes, what's next and other overwhelming responses. Yet I'm surprisingly calm. Yes,... Continue Reading →

The JCI IOBA competition (The before)

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

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.

For she is my Wasabi Power

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 →

To the women surrounding me

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 AM LOVE

"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 →

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