Saturday, June 18, 2005
My Immortal
Here is someone who does not apparently worship sarongpartygirl's celestial orbs in quite the usual Singaporean way.
Truth be told, she has a point... and I'm sure partygirl would rankle at the collar if she saw read her post.
But then again, what exactly was the hoo-ha about?
Nudity?
Indiscretion?
A pair of titties and a bit of bush? (unfortunately, this is probably the part I agree with Indiscreet about : Not quite enough to rhapsodize about, but the parts were clearly in working order.)
Pinkerton Syndrome?
Actually, I think the crux of the issue, which few have managed to see past the jpg to is about online expression, and freedom, and setting precedents.
Sarongpartygirl didn't just express herself with her words - she expressed herself with her body.
And set a dangerous precedent. Our virginal fresh-faced beauties are fading faster than a white guy with bad teeth can say fuck-mi (fuckyew). Good lord, Singaporean girls... have discovered sexuality! Whip out your weapon!!! Up my beam, Scotty! Put on a Klingon!
...She's breaking the rules. First Annabel Chong (ah but she didn't just break the rules, she fucked and sucked them too) and now Sarongpartygirl.
It doesn't matter to me if partygirl gets off on white guys (I've asked her why before, and hers was an answer which I could respect.)
It doesn't even matter if partygirl acts like a slag and shags men, women and snails.
The point is that she has done something which few in our uber-conservative society would have dared to do -- and she has done it in a relatively tasteful way that doesn't reek so much of exhibitionalism (eg amateur porn) as it tastes of individualism.
And while I barely gave her nuddie photo a glance, I can respect her for what she did, even if albeit unintentionally.
No amount of lamely salacious media propaganda (thinly disguised as pseudo-objective coverage of local events) penned by some halfwit journalist will quash the partygirls that emerge and fade away today and the day after tomorrow - like perennial flowers of freedom in a bland meadow of tired confucian-conformism.
Perhaps we shall meet someday, partygirl, and I'll be able to shake your hand.
*****
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
You used to captivate me
By your resonating life
Now I'm bound by the life you've left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
- My Immortal, Evanascence
Truth be told, she has a point... and I'm sure partygirl would rankle at the collar if she saw read her post.
But then again, what exactly was the hoo-ha about?
Nudity?
Indiscretion?
A pair of titties and a bit of bush? (unfortunately, this is probably the part I agree with Indiscreet about : Not quite enough to rhapsodize about, but the parts were clearly in working order.)
Pinkerton Syndrome?
Actually, I think the crux of the issue, which few have managed to see past the jpg to is about online expression, and freedom, and setting precedents.
Sarongpartygirl didn't just express herself with her words - she expressed herself with her body.
And set a dangerous precedent. Our virginal fresh-faced beauties are fading faster than a white guy with bad teeth can say fuck-mi (fuckyew). Good lord, Singaporean girls... have discovered sexuality! Whip out your weapon!!! Up my beam, Scotty! Put on a Klingon!
...She's breaking the rules. First Annabel Chong (ah but she didn't just break the rules, she fucked and sucked them too) and now Sarongpartygirl.
It doesn't matter to me if partygirl gets off on white guys (I've asked her why before, and hers was an answer which I could respect.)
It doesn't even matter if partygirl acts like a slag and shags men, women and snails.
The point is that she has done something which few in our uber-conservative society would have dared to do -- and she has done it in a relatively tasteful way that doesn't reek so much of exhibitionalism (eg amateur porn) as it tastes of individualism.
And while I barely gave her nuddie photo a glance, I can respect her for what she did, even if albeit unintentionally.
No amount of lamely salacious media propaganda (thinly disguised as pseudo-objective coverage of local events) penned by some halfwit journalist will quash the partygirls that emerge and fade away today and the day after tomorrow - like perennial flowers of freedom in a bland meadow of tired confucian-conformism.
Perhaps we shall meet someday, partygirl, and I'll be able to shake your hand.
*****
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
You used to captivate me
By your resonating life
Now I'm bound by the life you've left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
- My Immortal, Evanascence
