First things first…. If you are Singaporean and you have not noticed the uproar about Sarong Party Girl, you should crawl back into the cave you have been living in and feed on your ignorant soul. That is a bit harsh coz who really cares anyway?
Needless to say, I do care and I must give my two cents worth to this argument. Sarong Party Girl’s blog is one of the most interesting ones I have ever read. She is definitely out there doing her thing and basically living her life. Her blog personality at least is very, very direct and that in itself is commendable. I don’t agree with her philosophy in life and she is very offensive at times, but this is her blog and even if she has to some extent tailored her posts to catch the attention of her audience, who hasn’t? We should leave her to her own devices and move on.
Plus, she is also very, very young and tries to paint herself as a Carrie Bradshaw type of person. But if you have seen some of the posts she has put up in the last month, you get glimpses of how confused and directionless she is beneath the cock-sure veneer she tries to project through her writing. Give her a break. She’s not a super-human. What she is, is an opinionated, progressive kind of girl trying to make it in a world that embraces differences. Compromises have had to be made and if her ‘compromise’ has been to shed her conventions and be someone that causes people to turn their heads and look at her, it’s a compromise that has suited her well. Her recent fame is testament to that.
In my personal opinion, her blog has lost some of its lustre because now everyone reads it and no doubt, her expressions will be influenced by this new kind of attention she’s getting. It’s already happening. She has a comment section now.
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Enough about her, more about me, me, me. I don’t have leisure time anymore. Sure there are loads of hours in a day when I don’t have to do work but it’s never leisure time if u know what I mean. It’s like, ok, so there are 8 hours left before I sleep, so I should eat, relax, check mail, read a bit, go for a drive and maybe a cigarette and then come back and sleep. So basically what I am trying to say is that everything is planned. Even over the weekend, the mentality is such that we have to do as much as we can before work starts on Monday. It’s still fun, but it’s a bit exhausting at times and it will take some adjusting to.
However, if you go out of Colombo, everything changes and you can do as much you can and still feel content. Absolute bliss. A few of my newly found friends and I went down-south to the sun-smooched beaches this past weekend. Let me introduce them to you: Pierced chick, Flamboyant, Aussie-mate, Angel-eyes, Magic-box. We drank: arrack, wine and rum. We smoked: cigarettes and weeeeeed. We swam: pool and beach. We danced: room, club and synchronized in the pool. We ate: bbq, sri lankan food, continental breakfast and we slepttttt. It was by far the most fun trip I have ever taken. These guys, I hardly know them, were so understanding, non-judgmental and fun I was just blown away. Literally. Well not literally. Damn!!! Usually I feel glad when I get home but since the whole experience was just amazing I was kinda sad to get home.
Anyways, cheers to them for making my life just a bit better with their company and the endless supply of ze candiez.
Until next time, au revoir.
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