Maurette's Adventures

"You are so hard on men. Here is one guy that promises you the moon and the stars and still you find something wrong with him." Me: "Shows you how impractical and selfish he is. What am I going to do with the moon? And what about all the other 6 billion people who are left moonless? He is better off giving me the money he was going to spend getting to the moon."

I'm going to love it here. The island is beatiful and the people are nice but believe you me, this is heaven for the eyes. And I don't even have to do much to see these eye candy. My colleague Jaghaira has yet to introduce me to a bad-looking bloke. The dreadlocks one we met at the electronics store, was Fine. The guy who organizes parties is Fine. The baseball dude is Fine. Even the artist is nice-looking. And she assures me there are more where those came from. Lawd, waz I gon do?

Sometimes I think about stuff. I create these theories about this perfect world I live in in my mind. Admittedly some of them are far-fetched such as my concave chest theory. Despite it having the capability of solving the divorce rate, it is not achievable. I also think about the age old question: can men and women really be friends. Friends that don't have or have ever had any feelings for each other. Is that possible. In my world I think it should be possible, but in reality I am having a hard time finding a good example. Today I am contemplating this saying: Amor de lejos es amor de pendejos. Is that really true. And if it is, why? Why can't people love each other when they are not physically together. Surely a big part of love is psychological (for fear of using things like feelings or heart matters). I will admit that the physicality is a very present factor in this whole love thing. Yet there are people who live together and supposedly love each other without being int...

I travelled to Curacao to attend a training at the statistics department. Monday morning found me sitting in on a meeting with my colleagues. The purpose of the meeting was to look at the presentation for the training that night. Whilst one of them was talking through his slides he got to the question on the questionnaire that asks: Hoe gooit u uw huisvuil weg? (How do you dispose of your trash). I don't know if he was tired but when he was reading the slide he says: Hoe gooit u uw huisvrouw weg? If you know dutch you are probably laughing out loud right now. I couldn't do the same as everyone just kept looking straight ahead. As the new girl in town I couldn't antagonize anybody so I just laughed in my head. Those of you who are not versed in Dutch, he actually said: How do you dispose of your housewife?

I used to love Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou. For those of you who don't know it, here are the words: Phenomenal Woman Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. ...

Years ago someone told me a joke about Ohio. "If I knew I was dying tomorrow, I would move to Ohio. Everything happens there 10 years later." Obviously they don't know about St. Maarten. If the doctor tells you that you are dying tomorrow, I wouldn't even move as I know by the time someone gets around to making sure that I die, weeks would have passed. On Day 1 they said they were going to call Holland to verify that I don't live there. On day 5 I decide to call myself. On day 21 I get the verification by mail and they are still calling. I wonder what happened to the guy who is supposed to establish that phone connection? Maybe he is still swimming? You got to love this place though. Since everyone knows, no one expects anything. Quite refreshing.

Y'all know how much I wanted to be part of a flashmob. Now today to my surprise I see this: http://www.versgeperst.com/nieuws/65915/flashmob-verovert-plasa.html Flashmob right on my lovey island: Curacao. I guess the flash is not meant to be for moi.

In the last week I have had so many different water stories that they warrant a post. Saturday I got the keys to my new place on Friday naturally I set out on Saturday to start doing some cleaning. This plan came about on the Saturday morning when I was still fresh and fruity. By the afternoon I was exhausted from all the errands I had to do but still I couldn't put it off. Armed with buckets and brushes and all kinds of sprays I set out to tackle the bathrooms first. I started out with my small guest bathroom. Water flowed like kids playing in the garden on a rare sunny summer day. Half an hour later I emerged wet but satisfied to go to the next assignment. As soon as I turned the corner the sight of a lake in my main bedroom greeted me. The whole room was full of water. What in the world! I checked everywhere but I couldn't see where the water could possible be coming from. Behind me was dry so it couldn't have been the water ballet I just danced. It couldn't be ...