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

scented or not?

Heavens oh heavens...the winklergirl has an obsession so arcane that she herself does not know where its stemmed from or took root at. You may have known how she has gone from makeup to lingerie to sex books to white sneakers and so on and so forth but this one is a cancer that is
turning malignant each second as she parols the purchasing cesspits of the well-ventilated areas of barter and trade called malls...

Their fragrance is subtly tempting, their colors are subliminally attractive and they bring about such softness and scent that her skin has never known...

She senses this will be the ruination of her, the ultimatum of obsessions of inanimate objects and the most bizaare of her hedonistic tendencies LOL

The latest winklergirl craze is....

Soaps!!!!

Oh God help her....LOL

woman most remarkable...

One of the most indelible images in my life is my grandmother. I am pretty sure she also made quite the impression on my cousins. She is my paternal grandmother and her husband died on the year I was born so growing up I only knew and embraced one grandparent. My grandmommy and granddaddy on my Momma's side I never really came to know because i had only met my mother's Mommy once or twice and given that she had broken up with her husband ages ago I will probably never meet my maternal granddad. Now isn't that a confusing mix of family tree! LOL

Let's go back to father's mother. She was feminine dominance personified! She had the tongue of a virago and could wield a torrent of verbal lashes on anyone who displeased her. Hell if I can use my vocabulary to dissect people on yahoo and msn messenger, I definitely pale in comparison in terms of impact to my grandmomma. Man, could she eviscerate us when she gave us the "sermon!!!" She really gave justice to one of my own personal lessons "I would rather be whipped physically than given a tongue-spanking." The "sermon" was a gospel of words which seesawed from a firm description of the misdeed we had committed to a harsh almost demeaning lesson on avoiding the repetition of such an act or else physical punishment would follow! Any cousin of mine can give testimony as to how mentally exhausting a "sermon" can be especially if you committed something to warrant the experience.

One of the most unforgettable episodes which to this day still frightens me when I think about it was when she dealt with one of my male cousins. She had found him wearing a shirt which looked like one of those worn by your rockstar idols, Steven Tyler or Axel Rose. It was torn beyond recognition no doubt in an attempt at emulating his screaming banshee of a musical idol's garb. She gave him a thunderous hour-long sermon which rendered him debilitated and deranged. Dwelling on the existence of more decent-looking clothes in his closet to the condemnation of the act of his mangling his current outfit was just among the contents of the lesson she gave him that moment. He must have locked himself up in his room for days after the sermon and hid from grandma whenever he saw she was about.

She adored her plants! She had beautiful pots with these green beings all over the compound. On many mornings I would find her using her own hands to dig through a pot and remove worms or placing a recently acquired seedling on an ice cream container with some soil in it. Oh she loved these living but inanimate creatures. Eternal damnation befell anyone who broke one of her pots or stepped on one of her beloved folliage! Hahahaha! The "sermon" would be administered plus a spanking or two. I never knew how we managed to escape her punishment when on more than one occasion we played with her smaller pots and hosed them with water or removed all the leaves of the ones we thought were ugly LOL. She must have been on vacation then or something.

On certain days of the week there would be a massive procession of people in the compound cooking "cacao" or the cocoa seedlings or fruit which my Grandma sold as pure dried cocoa in brown wrapping paper. There would be other grannies sitting on chairs while stirring extracts inside massive pans. The air was thick of the smell of burning wood and the products they were making. My grandma would be in her element in these gatherings. Her voice gave commands which could be heard three neighborhoods away and taking charge of everything in the whole process. What a figure indeed even among adults like her!

And she was deeply religious too. She encouraged and motivated the practice of reciting the Rosary in each and every family. Her prayers would be heard across the compound and we would keep our voices quiet and the television volume down lest we attract her attention and the necessary disciplinary measure! It was extraordinary how she could manage to always pray on time despite her many activities throughout the day. She was popular in the city too as she got invited to mass Rosary recitals and funeral prayers. Our church loved her because of her faithful service, charisma in prayer recitals and unwavering presence on important events in the church calendar. I could very well say she was well-respected not because she gave monetary donations but because her passionate efforts at helping in many Church services stood out more than anyone else's.

She is still alive to this day and still wields a remarkable presence when she makes appearances on family occasions. But she is now a shadow of the tiger she once was. Her voice is a bit gentler now yet still firm and she has mellowed down on the "sermons." Arthritis has attacked her feet and hands. She can still walk but she has a slight and barely visible limp now. She forgets things and people too. She cannot recognize me I think because of the many changes I have undergone LOL. Her physical challenges may have helped in the toning down I believe. But remarkably she still wakes up so early and manages to get to Church even on her own. She even takes time to go around and watch television in some of the homes within the compound. Ah what healthy diet and vegetables can indeed do in the long term run! She is remarkable...

I have so much respect for her because...she was a hands-on grandma. She never hesitated to wade into dirty soil when she was gardening or to wipe dust from our faces whenever she saw us looking barbaric. Of course I got my share of "sermons" which also left me physically drained and mentally demented. But in many ways when i think of it now I can say we need her now more than ever because the families within our clan have become too divided and too concerned with private interests. Many of my nephews and nieces quit school and lack the drive to better themselves. They are like stray sheep who need an able and strict shepherd. We need her discipline and dominance again. But I know of course that that is demanding too much. My grandma has reached past her prime and does not have the same diesel fuel running through her veins in the past. She deserves to lead the quiet and relaxed life too. And all of us are more than willing to give that to her. We want her to be happy. This entry is a tribute to her presence in my life. I am thankful for the discipline and mark she has left on me. I will more than look forward to seeing her again when I get back from my trips.

a slice of verbal heaven

finally! finally! finally!

I found the book I have been looking for since time immemorial....

I have been looking for a copy of this literary artwork ever since my first one perished forever either through the insensitivity or cunning of the last borrower or the gnawings of the flame of an overturned candle resulting in a small fire which ate through my old room because of my carelessness LOL

Basically this book chronicles the sexual adventures and misadventures of a truly lecherous Englishman as well as the educated and miseducated thoughts running through his mind on everything sexual from self-appeasing to quasihomosexual tendencies. He also creates a mental diary of his own growth as a sexual being from early childhood recollections of his plump nurse's bosom to his encounters with "wenches" which border on criminal acts of juvenile physical trespassing and pure libidinal bravado. That I should say is an appropriate but minute summary of the whole verbal concoction I have so dutifully pasted above.

Although this paperback has to be piled along with a seriously numerous backlog of reading material which I still have to tackle, I am so ecstatic to have finally acquired this particular title because I have been scouring the bookstores, including well-known and obscure bookworm haunts all over the nations i have gone to for the last four to five years.

Let me enjoy this moment of orgasming (how appropriate!!!! re: the book title and genre hahahaha) at the sight of this masterpiece in my collection!!! LOL

P.S. razrman, I thank you immensely for the beautiful piece of literature you gave as a gift...i deeply apologize though for banishing it to the infamous winklergirl backlog of books LOL but fret not my friend for i shall, in a moment of intellectual estrus and mental inertia, pore over and tackle them including the inspirational literary work you gave me ....:)

shall i wear your...lingerieee???

thank you to the gorgeous one who gifted me with these heavenly laced creations!!!!! a girl just loves lingerie like these.... love the feel of them on myyyy skinnnn.... LOL ... hugs and kisses to you darling from HONGKONG!!!!