a hobby by accident....

being an aspiring artist (I did create comics before when i was really really young) I suddenly found a hobby which seemed fun and made the hours melt away...

...and i know it's insane and i don't even know if in the eyes of Pablo Picasso or Vermeer or Goya it is aesthetically pleasing or a sore sight to their eyes, but it was easy, fun and different! It was also an indirect crash course in Patience 101 (which I have so little of hahahaha) !!!!

and i did a little self promotion of course....hehehe

shall I do your flag next?????

ninfa della foresta, die fee des Waldes, ninfa del bosque

can you put sunblock on me gorgeousssss???????

OH my God!!!!

Marion Bartoli demolishes Justine Henin, number one player in women's tennis, in the third set....1-6, 7-5, 6-1!!!!!!!!!!!

as if the rains destroying 2007 Wimbledon's schedule is not enough of a shocker !!!!

i loved the match!!!! and i wrote this just two minutes after the wicked French bitch shocked Centre Court hahahahaha....

these are the moments that make life worth livinggggg LOL

Oh Pan, nestle me into thy arms...thy abode is an oasis for me....

Everyone who worships my temple....

Bow down...kneel...shake in fright...kiss the ground i tread upon...

The Forest Nymph Chronicles will be here soon......

Armageddon is coming Armageddon is coming....


P.S. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA
(reading too much Sidney Sheldon... i have become so neurotic to the superlative degree hahaha LOL)

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