Tatiana Gutsu....

do these photos remind you of .....

or....

(Note: thanks to www.madonna.cz and http://www.geocities.com/Colosseum/Base/2632/Tatiana/pictures.html for the photos below mine)

Trivia:

Gymnast Tatiana Gutsu is the greatest gymnast for me...simply because in a time of great political turmoil in the USSR, economic uncertainty among the athletes of the Unified Team in the 1992 Olympics AND most of all...Shannon Miller, Kim Zmeskal and Svetlana Bouginskaya (all the top gymnasts of her time) she rose to the occasion by winning narrowly the All Around Gymnastics Gold in the 1992 women's competition. This was to be an unexpected outcome for her and the last time when the republics of the ex Soviet Union competed under one flag and dominated the Olympics....now I find it distasteful that the Olympics lack the political rivalry that so dominated the last couple of decades before the 90's period...)

fluid memories...

Water is both a symbol of rage and tranquility..

The tumbling gallons of H2O against the rocks in tumultuous river rapids is a sign that it is an indomitable force of nature. It is a phenomenon that warrants attention. One plunge into this lethal cascade and you either live with wounds and gashes all over your body or die with blinding speed. That is the volcanic side of water.

The other side of the coin interests me more. It can also be a symbol of smooth, indescribable accord. I love to sit and look for hours at the gradual flow of beautiful, clear streams. I don't know why. Probably there is some deepseated spark left from a childhood memory of a television ad for an electric fan where the latter parts of the advert featured tiny beautiful fishes swimming among unidentified vegetation in a smooth, shallow yet moving pool. It is still one of the most gorgeous visions in my mind, one which I cannot seem to take out even with the number of products from the apothecary which diminish the brain's memory seat to a pulp. It probably is meant to remain in that lesion of my cerebrum...

Anyway we are digressing from the main point so let us refocus. The fluid motion of a shallow stream really captures me in an imaginatively eviscerating spell. Staring eternally into such a spectacle is anodyne for weary me. Perhaps it is the juxtaposition of the peace and natural spontaneity of the liquid bliss AGAINST the turmoil, and indelible unrest of my retarded mind which magnetize both entities? Or maybe my interest in the flora and fauna found in its abode? I think it is a combination of both PLUS the fantastical thought that I could become as minute as the seen and unseen bioligical species in the brook. To swim, play, feed with them? And live a life of ease, placid comfort and eternal exploration? Ahh now my addiction to Enid Blyton tales is making me rant incoherently again!

If only life is as easy as a brook in a cavernous forest, I would trade all I have for such an opportunity! But I know I am being irrational. Water has two sides to it just as life has two aspects to it. I know I cannot take life for its good side only. I must also live its bitter side. There will never be a perfect "freshwater stream ad" of a life. I know there are dangerous torrents to tackle if I want to realize the beauty of living. But for one moment I have recaptured a most crystalline memory of my childhood by writing about that notoriously unforgettable yet forgettable "electric fan commercial." And I am ecstatic I found the memory!null

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mates and blokes!!

In my sojourns I made a silly yet interesting survey and what a bunch of crap it produced and made me come to no tangible conclusion at all! LOL

I asked British guys what they think of their Australian brethren and I asked the Australian guys what they think of their British kumpadres LOL

silly isn't it but here is what came out:

1. One British guy said that Australians are not serious LOL.
2. One Aussie guy said that when the British tell me something they do not really mean it LOL
3. Another British guy told me Australians drink too much.
4. Some Aussie guy told me the British are superficial LOL
5. One British guy said Australians talk a lot of bullshit LOL.
6. Another Aussie told me the British are not fashionably adventurous LOL
Hahahahahahaahahahahahah! British, Aussies...They're all the same....Men men men...they shall be the ruination of me LOL

Those were what I pieced out from the conversations with them and it is hilariously funny to hear them say something about each other but what the hell I LOVE THEM ALL...yes, both races (if ever there really is a difference to begin with anyway) ...LOL

Now mates, I saw a divine pink nightgown in a lovely shop in......errrrrrrrrrrr................

HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAA

when is thin too thin????

an eckardt beauty...

it never ceases to amaze me how one simple, random and almost insignificant action can lead to a startling discovery or an immersion in an emotional high i have never felt before...

such an event happened to me when i picked up a book in Changi airport. I browsed around a small bookstore in Terminal 1, in a bad mood after my flight had been delayed for a second time pushing it back 6 hours off the scheduled takeoff! My eyes browsed the shelves for something interesting. I usually would classify my reading material into "airport boredom books" and "sleeping books." The former being high-paced yet simplistic and "molto interessante" to erase the hours of sitting on my posterior and listening to minutes tick by and the latter a bit more cerebral and eyebrow-crunching to help lull me to Never-neverland. So my senses were attuned to the first category and I found two which seemed to catch my fancy. I don't know why and yet I do know why I found prostitution and escorting to be very interesting subjects and I chose the two books on the basis of these criteria.

I read the first book and the first paragraph of this entry is dedicated to this masterpiece! "Singapore Girl" was written by James Eckardt and I have to say it touched me so dramatically. Eckardt's writing is so simple and fast and yet the complexities are only too obvious in his chosen topic. This is probably why he decided to make it uncomplicated vocabulary-wise. He wrote about his insane and unadulterated love for a transsexual girl whom he met in the Disneyland world of Bugis Street in Singapore. Bugis Street was an area in old Singapore where transsexual women congregated in the dozens to invite men of different races, both local and foreign, to indulge in an amorous experience with a wild twist. Jim, as Eckardt called himself in this memoir, fell head over heels for such a strangely beautiful being and confessed to feeling an emotional euphoria he had never known before. This connection of course was more than understandably taboo during their time because up of the legal complications these women brought as well as the societal implications of such a relationship. Even until now not many relationships of this nature exist and if they do they are usually clandestine and kept far from public view.

His love was a pure love because he dropped all the gender biases and sexual confines and homoerotic principles and just gave his heart out to a person who he could connect with through so many avenues and channels of his life. Plus he decided to remove the lens of practicality and reality from his eye because he decided to love a whore, a fatal and dangerous stunt to perform when one uses the heart and not brain cells. But i was so warmed by his affection and professions of acting like an 18-year old who just fell in love for the first time.

The most beautiful part of the story was probably in the sad and bitter end of their relationship which all great romantic tales should have! She chose practicality over her heart and left him in emotional shambles and yet no matter how much I could identify with the girl my heart went out to Jim. He did not deserve such cruelty, because his love seemed so selfless and undeniable.

I cried when she left him for a more affluent Frenchman and asked her how could she have done it. The events flew by so fast like my eyes absorbing each and every word. For the first time I could sympathize with a man falling in love with a woman when in almost 80% of the books of this genre I have read I always am on the woman's side. Not this time though. I was with Jim from the moment he saw the doe-eyed beauty called Milly, to the self-piercing evaluations of his manhood and sexuality, through the orgasmic highs he felt while he was plunging her, to their playful moments in the beaches of Changi to the bitter pleas of appeasing and promises to the cold girl who massacred his heart with a painful refusal of his offer of eternal love.

Indeed men can get hurt too!

That was not the end of the story though. (only the end of their relationship! Silly!!!! LOL) The end was tragic physically for one half of their partnership but I shall leave you to pore over that story when you have the chance....

Please pick this book up when you can....I shall embrace it close to my heart...(until the next beautiful masterpiece knocks it over which is very unlikely!!!)

DARKER???

Dark hair anyone?????

Note: (thanks to my bestfriend in Singapore... Neil ( hmmm too many Neils in Singapore LOL)!!!! you are the most beautiful tramp in Singapore LOL

INDEBTED....

to EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER FOLLOWED, PORED OVER, PRAYED, STALKED and OF COURSE COMMENTED (and you ALL KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!!) ON MY SPACE ON THE NET and CONTINUE to PATRONIZE MY ALTAR of INSANITY , MY TEARDROP SACK, MY RANT BULLETIN, MY CLASSIFIED AD (LOL), MY PICTURE MUSEUM, and THE BIN of MY THOUGHT PROCESS RECESSES, WASTES and PRODUCE....

I AM FOREVER GRATEFUL TO YOU MY DISCIPLES...

WORSHIP ME, LOVE ME, INSERT THINE (INTELLECTUAL) APPENDAGE INTO MY (CEREBRAL) ORIFICE HAHAHAHA...

HERE IS A WONDERFUL PICTIONARY TO HOPEFULLY THANK EVERYONE FOR THE SUPPORT AND ENCOURAGEMENT....

WINKLERGIRL....A LOOK BACK!!!


who is this fresh lily of a child?

with a disarming smile....

indelibly bright disposition...

a debilitating childishness....

understated simplicity....

a budding blossom...

a child on the verge of womanhood....

...and carnal innocence...

trying to tune her antennae....

towards an untrodden path...

Her unique looks....

and eyes that give nothing and everything away...

and uninhibited sensuous expressiveness....

have all coalesced to form an object of distinct charm and sensuality....

, a vibrant denizen of the world....

and a figure in a boudoir if you so desire....

She is innocence and naivete defined....

a villainess of glasses, gold and female strength....

a dizzyingly sweet confection of a girl...

a French fraulein straight out of a Toulouse-lautrec masterpiece....

a mermaid who guards the unforgiving ocean's rocks...

a lass gone wild, wild, wild!!!

a sight to behold in white.............

a chick who loves to party and get sweaty....

who ties that back knot lets her assets out...LOL

Burgundy mane on a school dame anyone???

These variations such as the Dada-esque sculpture of swimwear and red hair ....

the star unpertrubed by the flashes of the camera bulbs....

the gorgeous gnome from your childhood tales...

the princess of everything pinky, kinky and silky....

the siren of the sun and sea....

the Lolita with an acid tongue...

the bronzed banal icon of sexuality....

the mistress of distress...

the banshee screaming through with panache and perversion...

the wickedly sensual sprite on a hot and sunny day.....

the medikit of laughter and sensibility to ward your worries away....

and the volatile antidote fun, wit and beauteousness...

all make up the personality called...the WINKLERGIRL.......

NOTE: This entry is a dedication to Mr. JD, who saw me as a shy, young and tactless girl in February 2004 and has shown me a new world of endless opportunities, physical transformations (!!!) and great challenges. He has been witness to my growth and has just been in the background like an unseen but doting tutor on a wild-eyed idealist. Thank you so much for everything.....

THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO CONTINUALLY FEED THIS BLOG WITH THEIR SENTIMENTS AND INPUT AND ATTENTION...YOU ARE THE FUEL OF THIS WEARY BUT ANIMATED VEHICLE....HUGS AND KISSES

Liisa da Winklergirl