tennistress...

waaaaaaaaaa! I can only whine and bitch about not being able to see the French Open tennis tourney on Hongkong television and just looking at meaningless scores on the Roland Garros website just now....i mean nothing beats watching a live match of course....but it certainly depresses the hell out of me to just view numbers and figures taking me back to my my Chemistry subject where I labored over balancing equations and the numbers associated with "IDE" and "IC" in Sodium Chloride or Chloric acid LOL ...pathetic ain't it?


but then again it's not too late to make a tribute and i just made it in time for the ongoing Wimbledon competition as of writing....


January 27, 2005....2005 Australian Open
women's semifinals: Serena Williams def. beat Maria Sharapova 2-6, 7-5, 8-6 ..


if this is not the greatest game among the new generation of stars in today's tennis then it has to be the noisiest wouldn't you agree? Bwahahahah...

On one side of the court is an American girl who is a legacy of great American tennis and black pride in sports as well...On the other side, a tsarina, with covergirl looks, from the bowels or should I say steppes of Russia, but trained in the tennis academies of the United States...

What's similar about them?

For the tennis insider, one word...power. Lots of it too. Serena can disembowel an opponent with well-placed several mph-serves and unbelievably accurate groundstrokes while Maria can eviscerate a foe with relentless groundstrokes and winners from both sides of the racket....

For someone new to tennis, NOISE....grunts, moans and screams and high decibels are part and parcel of each other's game. No matter how deep the rally, how long the point has gone, these two players' vocal chords produce guttural sounds which are a combo of pain, force, effort, and I don't know maybe perversely orgasmic vocal calisthenics for the discerning male LOL

If there was a setting for this classic confrontation or maybe not classic but thunder against thunder it would be this stage. It's held in January, early part of the year where everyone is healthy, not too many players have indulged in too many tournaments, injuries are few and far between....

The atmosphere was a Roman circus...the circumstances leading to it a mediaman's dream....

Sharapova had shocked Serena Williams in the past year by beating her in the Wimbledon finals and the Women's Season-Ending Championships where the top women players based on the year's final rankings competed. And both occasions in the finals...

Sharapova wanted a cementing of her mastery, Serena was a hound for revenge....

The first set seemed like Serena would once again be outduelled. Sharapova's groundstrokes were too piercing, even her shrieks too I would believe, deafened Serena's ears. For a set and a half, Serena was forced side to side and was playing catch-up. Her forehand was failing her.

(For outsider's information, the Williams sisters as most experts seem to notice have remarkably better double-handed backhands than forehands which is very unusual for the outsider like us I think. But not for the tennis people. They know there are certain grips to the backhand which will make it a better offensive weapon. However this grip does not usually favor the forehand stroke or you would need to change grip as soon as you switch to a forehand stroke. hehehe i knew i would know that! :))

The searing heat is a staple at the Melbourne tournament. Temperatures can soar really high and if one can remember it became so hot that it became a factor in Hingis' defeat at the hands of Capriati several seasons ago.

But anyway back to this match, the heat seem to sink deep into the ground and soak into the player's feet...and necks. Sharapova served for the match and had a match point in the encounter but was saved by Serena whereby Serena went on to win the second set and forced a third!
I was so happy at this point! Well you knew who i was rooting for huh? LOL ....
Never had I watched a match and sat at the edge of my seat literally. The third set was going to be quite the battle.

serena eventually prevailed in the third...holding her nerves in the third set and earning a revenge for the previous year's defeats in two of the more important events of that year to the russian girl...

as for sharapova, well she looked really frustrated after the match but then she could never really blame herself...the match was too close to ever be called serena proved better in many departments...

and as in many professional tennis' matches both men and women, there is little margin between the skills level...many times it's the athlete who steels her nerve during the crucial moments who come up with the win....victory is just a narrow margin, a two-point difference, an inch off the baseline, or an inch under the net....

that's what tennis is all about...

(Note: Thank you to http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/english/doc/2005-01/28/content_413219.htm for the pictures!!! You guys are amazing!)

why i love maxwell...UPDATED!!!

if somebody can sing better than Maxwell technically then my musical tastes have to be distorted...

of course that's why we call it taste because we possess different palates for musical consumption. Our preferences and choices allow us to choose which is lyrically edible and tonally audible and therefore conclude which singers have the best voices and whose vocal chords suck. Our ears are musically biased in one way or another. We are attuned to a certain voice because of many factors. But mine is so biased I would have to say this guy has the most beautiful voice in the world. His vocal range is amazing for a guy! Heck I have no idea where the sheer volume of his falsetto comes from! Hahaha!

i never tire of listening to this for example...

Most of all , he can sing LIVE this way, which by the way is always...for me...ALWAYS...testament to a great singer...if he can replicate but not necessarily duplicate the tonal challenges of the original recorded song then he is a champion...

the fact that maxwell had only been averagely successful during his time....well at least sales-wise compared to a Ricky Martin or John Legend makes him appealing to me because this means that he is not that famous, has a bit of elusiveness to him and MORE SO he is one special artists who has not succumbed to compromising originality and artistry to commercial mainstreaming...I have seen many singer-songwriter's creativity and diverse musical identity coagulate because they made records or it seemed that they created music which was tailor-made for mass production demands and tastes...

if i have to describe his music it is soulful, very very black (i have nothing against blacks of course as they are the best singers in this business i believe), and his voice is sugarcoated with an emotional undertone that seems to envelop me and leaves an indescribable aching in my being. i have listened to his tracks over and over trying to write sentences about the effect he has on me but those words are the best way to describe it...I will try to put up his other record here which I so dearly love that I would play it over and over in my pod!

...and even if he is not that visible anymore nowadays I believe he has left his legacy of powerfully magnetic and emotionally pulling sound in the songs he has produced. They will be intact in my musical archives. He is a champion for me, nevermind the lack of financial success and mass appeal which many singers strive for! His originality is water in the dry, dull, and lifeless cacophonical desert of today's musical industry.

cariCATchures :)

trip blogs rewritten, rearranged and retuned

i retuned (AND ALSO ADDED SOME PICTURES!:-) ) some of my trip blog entries so that they appear more organized and the pictures don't look like they are scattered all over the place like a mess when someone Ej*c*la*es on your stomach HAHAHAHHAHAHAH...

so just click on those links below and voila the new trip entries will unfold before you....a bit more presentable than before!

http://liisawinklergirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/images-of-hongkong.html

http://liisawinklergirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/singapictures.html

assholes in Singapore...

once again a near-perfect trip would have been perfect if it hadn't been ruined by the Singapore airport authorities...they suck at etiquette...they're Energizer bunnies who walk continuously even if they run against a brick wall....they're dumb and stupid and the ladies have fat asses like I've never ever seen in any elephant's bottom eveeeerrrrrrrrr HAHAHAHAHHA

anywayyyyyysss thank God I had no magnanimous fees for the excess luggage as I managed to parlay their attention to my charm and attention and bring it away from the Mango and white sneaker shopping bags which were expertly concealed in nondescript bags hahahaha so I saved a lot considering that I WHORED myself to malls, boutiques and footlockers this whole trip...shameless bitch that I am...hell i probably contributed to the Singapore economy more than any other being in two weeks' time than any other shopaholic har har....well except for those who buy ridiculous 4,000 US$ purses in one go...and they don't pay by cash anyway so it's totally classless HAHAHAHA oh my God

anyway internet in the airport is frigging cool I love it! hehehe except for those bastards who inspected my bags inside out and out came the fringes and fur and lace and nasty little whorish plastic concoctions so what the heck hahaha they probably had the shock of their lives considering they're stuck-up son-of-bitches, who do not probably recognize a dildo and a can of sardines because of their middle-of-the-road and boring lives hahahaha....poor things....and their assess oh my God! hahaha not even dark-coloured clothing could conceal the excess and cholesterol and gastronomic sins they have tucked under them hahahaha Pathetic!!!

Sorry for the ranting...am enjoying the internet in the Airport....ciao sexy and intellectual and handsome and dangerous and maniacal people who adore my temple of insanity and whoredom hehehe...

hugs, caresses, slobberings and slurpings.... hehehe....

i shall die!!!!

i'm so going to die of happiness!!!!!

I finally found the song which has been my theme song for a long time now!!!!

Listen to it, isn't it beautiful? and I know it sounds too mainstream but not a lot of mainstream people know it yet hahahahah

i'm insane...

i love you all!!!

singapictures :)

ok forgive me i have been in Singapore several times and this is the only time I have devoted an entry to pictures of the beautiful country which is my favorite in the world... so here are the places I managed to click on when I had the chance and I hope you all adore them...as much as I have this beautiful nation close to my heart :)

the beautiful view from my window....everyday LOL....

another view from the snakepit I live in LOL...

the first time I saw this red stationary bus I thought it was cute hehe so I snapped it the second time I had the chance to see it :)

i don't know what the name of this place is but this reeks of sneakers sneakers galooore LOL

yummmyyyyy....
slurrppp..........
oh my God I shall dieeeeeeee LOL....

la tour eiffel de Singapour....the best view of the country, oui? hahahaha...(joke....him a great pal of mine)

some malls around Orchard area...

guess what this nondescript and ordinary looking building is???? LOL

Bencoolen Hotel....

this woman I call "mother" cause she's the one who feeds me during lunchtime....

with this crap ...hahaha...joooooke...believe me they're deliciousss.....yummmyyy

of course this picture entry would not be complete without the big bad
winklergirl .....

and looking sooo chocolatey from walking around and playing the part of tourist hehehe.....

ciao people!!!

avian creature for sale....

the biggest trap I have created is my own...

whether it was set up with purpose or not, it seems that the bars of my own cage is stronger than steel, and as close to each other as molecules in a solid matter...an inescapable space...

I have often told myself, I am a person of many unbelievable qualities. I should be confident, firm and proud of myself...and yet not once in my life have I ever felt so inept, and incapable than little more than a few hours ago when realization struck me that I was enshrouded in a life that prevented me from enjoying the raw and natural me. In a serious conversation I found out that I was never really happy. I was never really free. I was living a caricature life. I was a drawing inside the four lines of a quadrilateral in an editorial. My life is one big boardgame. Every moment is a chessboard move. Calculated, unnatural, awkward and very stiff....governed by the machinations of rules and moves.

What is this Venus fly-trap I am in? It is unlike any wall I have ever faced. What kind of glass encases me that I can see and even appreciate the beauty, dynamism and positivity of others and yet I am unable to feel natural and let them feel that this is what I am?

In a world where masks are necessary to let the world know that we are not just mere pawns but also a character which has worth, significance and value, I am geisha. You will not recognize me because of the pallor of the paint that criss-crosses my face, the crimson hue that caresses my lips, and the comical shades that slices through my eyes.

My movements are the theatrical motions of Geppetto's creations....attached to every joint of my being are strings which are pulled by the selfish desires and wants of a cruel world. I will move with the dip of a forefinger or the tap of a thumb because the hands that move me are the hands of materialism, greed and distorted views of what is deemed beautiful and what is not.

I am not so special after all. I just realized it.

Burn in Hell scallawag!!!!

to the one who has been flagging my ads and trying to have them deleted as a result..

kiss my ass...your face sucks dick...you're a fat-ass, big bellied moroness (it's a SHE i have nothing against guys hehehe) who has been called a man with long hair HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

pathetic isn't it? but i am so FLATTERED though!!! because if she is flagging my ad and trying to have me deleted then i am certainly a worthy adversary because she is threatened and scared to hell because of what I possess and what she doesn't!!!! hahahahaha.....

to quote the great Allanah Starr, " I would not suck your dick bitch if I was suffocating and there was oxygen in your balls."

Hahahahahahahahhaa

Siempre viva!!!!

a tonne of thank you's, an ounce of apology!

thank you to all the people who always take the time to visit my blog, read my entries and most of all WHO MAKE THEIR PRESENCE ACKNOWLEDGED by posting COMMENTS on my entries...

this temple of insanity has garnered a lot more followers than I would have anticipated! hahaha! please do spread the gospel of my hormonal imbalanced rantings by linking me to your blogs, websites and (as the cute bald guy in "The King and I" said) etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.....

and a small apology to all of you because i did not notice that the settings for the comments HAMPERED non gmail or blogspot members from posting a comment...BUT I HAVE CHANGED THAT! hehehe so now even if you don't register for an account with them YOU CAN NOW COMMENT, write and object and bitch and insult the wench that I am when you feel something is missing, inaccurate, biased, racist, sexist, anti-Semitic, anti-Christ, demonic, Gothic... etc., etc. etceteraaaaa hehehehe

hugs and kisses to you all!!!! I love you guys!
Liisa

advice for the young at heart...

i have to be the only one in Singapore right now who has "Advice for the Young at Heart" and Head Over Heels" on her pod unless someone has a titanic megabyte memory Pod which houses all the music ever created and which are as varied as Italian arias to Indian chants to the top ten songs in the US BillBoard Charts...right? hehehe I knew you would say yes....but maybe not...

But if you are a fan of one of the biggest influences in my love for music, the well-loved but slightly underrated "Tears for Fears" then you have those songs obviously on your music player I believe. No other music from my childhood has ever been as emblazoned on my brain as theirs. Well except for Madonna but then no one ever forgets Madonna anyway LOL. And what is so weird about their music is I have no idea why I have loved listening to them then and why I continue to love listening to them now!

You do have to agree with me though, the band's lead singer, Roland Orzabal, has a very distinct voice which can soar to very difficult falsettos for the normal male singer. I mean you can find their songs on any karaoke bar songlist I would assume but very few men would actually probably dare to sing their songs because of the degree of difficulty. But then again we are digressing from the main point here. Orzabal, in my opinion, has one of the most flexible voices in the music industry so far. I have heard many male singers but technically it's one of the reasons why I love him. And I love male singers who can simplify a high note by not shouting or screaming at the microphone...hehehe...

Also I have to admit, 80's music lyrics had so much weight to them...there is so much meaning to the words and the sentences and the song that that is probably one of the reasons I have many songs from that period in my pod. Tears for Fears' songs were songs which carried so much undertone to them. I can somehow visualize the words in their songs real well although basically it's Orzabal's voice which I like listening to. It also helps that in my mind the beats which filter the songs take me to a time when in moments of fun and games with cousins, the faint music of the electric guitar strummings of Tears for Fears from my hippy/grunge-esque male cousin's casette player inside his room would penetrate the musical environment along with our shouts and screams and yehey's and hurrah's.

It could be a combination of nostalgia, musical preference, personal significance, and awe at pure vocal power which has led me to love this band and their songs. But then I think I am being crazy by trying to disseminate and dissect what I love about this band. It's practical to say I am giving myself a headache where there should have been none but just pure enjoyment at feeling the embrace of Orzabal's voice when he sings:

"And when I think of you and all the love that's due I'll make a promise - I'll make a stand...

Cos to these big brown eyes, this comes as no surprise We've got the whole wide world in our hands "

or when he belts:

"We will find you acting on your best behavior ...Turn your back on Mother Nature.... Everybody wants to rule the world"

or when he haunts me with:

"Shout, Shout.... Let it all out ....These are the things I can do without... Come on.... I'm talking to you Come on... "

or when he makes me succumb to:

"I wanted to be with you alone....And talk about the weather...

But traditions I can trace against the child in your face....Wont escape my attention...

You keep your distance with a system of touch...And gentle persuasion......."

Long live "Tears for Fears!" Their music rules and their musical legacy lives on!! They have been such a big influence in my musical preferences and of course in terms of getting lyrically orgasmic with male vocalists...hahahahahhaa!!!!