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http://valispissedwiththeworld.wordpress.com/

only because:

there's snow till 4th jan (kidding!)

now i can password protect certain posts! (:

glorious.

After what felt like an interminable period of repressed retail compulsions:

Lest you think I've become vapid, it's just the December writer's block. In this drought, recycling proves to be the most painless fix:

Scrooge’s Christmas.
It is a bleak Christmas this year. While the wet weather has been quenching our Christmas spirit, the looming recession is a rain on our buyer’s impulse. Each time my fingers close in on an object for sale, my heart reaches for it only to be thwarted by my mother’s voice in my head: “Now economy so bad…you know the value of money or not.” Of course, this has amounted to insane financial contributions to the F&B industry because when the going gets tough and the tough can’t shop, the tough goes eating.

And if like me, you’re ripe for an exit with Bachelor’s, you might also be asking yourself the million dollar question, in the manner of Shirlyn Tan’s robust rendition, should I stay or should I gooo? Is honours a value-add or really just a perfect alibi to escape the stodgy life of an underpaid working adult with unfamiliar responsibilities?

Because in times like these, graduation is so much more than just that scroll of paper, square hat and the launch of an exciting career. Graduation in this climate could entail unnecessary nerves, shelved graduation trips, loads of discouraging interviews and might possibly culminate in a disappointing job. I paint a grim picture but this is really no time for quixotic career choices.

With Singapore being the first country in the region to fall into this slump, we might even have to review the virtues of our degree, honours or no. Is pumping another 6K* worth of financial resource into this so-called ‘first class education’ going to see any returns other than that yearlong reprieve from the struggle for employment? We might be better off investing in stocks that are hitting rock bottom prices.

Nevertheless, amidst this wasteland of snuffed-out ambitions and unfulfilled retail compulsions, Merry Christmas, we will see better times.

* Local undergraduates.

Source: http://www.sheares.nus.edu.sg/shout/?p=1450

calvin says.

Calvin: "Do you like being a girl?"
Susie: "It's gotta be better than the alternative." (Very true.)

Calvin: "What's it like? Is it like being a bug?"

Susie: "Like a WHAT?"

Calvin: "I imagine bugs and girls have a dim perception that nature played a cruel trick on them, but they lack the intelligence to really comprehend the magnitude of it."

How did Bill Watterson get to be so witty?

venus vs. mars.

Val: "Guys are stupid."

Dick: "If guys are stupid, what do you call a girl who falls for a guy?"

Val: "... A smart girl who made a mistake!"

HAHAHA. Nice save.

of cavewomen and myths.

Let me tell you about the Cavewomen myth in SHeares.

A long, long time ago, at the beginning of academic year 0809 semester 1, in the C block of SHeares, on the godforsaken lands of NUS, there lived 4...cute seniors (one was a frequent guest). Unfortunately, because they were "seniors" and hence of little ogle value to the shallow, red-blooded male species of the land, they were relegated to a solitary retreat in an inconspicuous portion of the estate. 

Nevertheless, life was simple and life was good. Among them, they sang, they skipped, they binged, they mugged, they laughed, they slacked, they danced...you get the idea. While the skirt-chasers of the land chased (young) skirts, they had reclusive suppers, rolled on each other's beds, and filmed incriminating videos of one another in the toilet (brushing teeth!).

Then one fine day, a gang of skirt-chasers stumbled accidentally upon these (cute!) forgotten creatures of the land! Alas! These shallow skirt-chasers have long since had their visions dulled and wits dimmed. When their eyes fell upon these cute! creatures of the land, their bovine faculties could not register beauty and goodness. Scathed by the radiance of these gentle creatures, they drew back in revulsion and screeched terribly. They scampered like hacked crocodiles away from the bewildered (cute!) creatures.

As they recuperated back in their lairs, they passed on, erroneously, the horrors of the forgotten creatures in their mysterious and obscure retreats. Uncertain what to make of these (cute!) creatures and hampered by deteriorating creativity, they called these wonderful creatures 'cavemen' in their vastly inaccurate tales of the untrespassed. 

Cavemen! We changed it to 'Cavewomen' in our discourse, of course (: Like I said, dull-wits couldn't differentiate female from male. For dramatic literary purposes, the intellect and respectability of the male species of the land were slightly compromised. Most of them are nice. Hmm.