Tuesday 27 November 2012

Holiday Survival Tips ... Girl_Incognito



The one time we become even more confused than usual and believe me… that’s saying something! We spend all semester begging, pleading, praying (in tongues) for this sacred time to come. The countdown goes from months to weeks to days… and in those last moments when we’re so sure we’re not going to make it, we’re about to crash and disintegrate from the stress and tears of final projects and exams, hanging off the cliff with our last finger, the sunlight breaks through the storm-clouds and the time we've long awaited arrives and its good, real good in its first few weeks… but then… nothing. Waking up at whatever time we want begins to get monotonous, at 2 pm with nothing good on TV (Ha!) we let out that inevitable sigh of boredom. Let’s not forget how personal hygiene takes a back seat  We find ourselves wondering if we’d rather be back in school, but then as soon as the holiday comes to an end we’re filled with dread and doom and looming rain clouds at the thought of going back.  
Now that we’re in College/University holidays mean a different thing, for most of us that means going back home and for some of us that means starting the holiday with a flight home.
Tip 1: DO NOT get wasted on the plane if you are travelling alone. I know it seems like an opportune moment of complimentary liquor and nothing else to do, but when you start singing along to Rita Ora with your headphones on super blast and that evil eye from your neighbour can’t deter you, its downhill from there.

Afterwards come the comforts of home, all the things we took for granted in high school like home cooked meals and a clean bathroom, it’s almost enough to have you tearing up to Diddy’s “coming home”… until he starts rapping of course.
Tip 2: Your folks love to pamper you when your home, its 5 star treatment you never got when you actually lived there, but for extra pampering feign a little illness when you come back, pull a Lindsay and claim ‘exhaustion’ and malnourishment from the strenuous semester. Your treatment is very likely to increase at least 2 stars.

The best part about the holidays is all that free time you have on your hands.
Tip 3: Take time out to invest in things that need fixing, like a cluttered house or a spiritual connection or, you know your look (said in the most positive manner possible). 
There’s always room for improvement. The worst part of the holidays is all that free time on your hands, it’s not long before the dreaded boredom sets in, yet you still can’t muster energy to go job hunting (shudder). It does indeed become a dilemma
Tip 4: Sometimes when we can’t count on our old friends it’s time to make new ones… i.e.   Jack, Johnny and Jimmy if you catch my drift (*disclaimer ; no responsibility will be taken for any repercussions that may follow if the former advice is followed)



Lastly, we love to take advantage of the free time to spend with our friends, but let’s not forget about the family. As much as we missed them it takes me exactly four days before I start to hate them again, but they did invest for me to be here after all so
Tip 5: Do take some time out to bond with the folks, whether it’s Sunday dinners or drunken barbeques we did miss them, right?... Right?

C:\> LAUNCH holiday.exe ...theBoyThosh


Tis the season to be tipsy, falalalala lala la la,
Games, n raves , n trips with wifey falalala .... Oops, meant wi-fi
cause I need to stay connected all the time.

End of the year is finally here. Our faces full of cheer as we refill our mugs with beer. 
Who's been naughty, who's been nice? Who will eat coal, who will drink double Jameson with Ice. Everyone gets laid around Christmas time, even the nerds with words like a mine. 
And what time-waster in my hand I see? My my my, it's Assassin's Creed 3!


I have been working hard on my holiday response. So far I have:
  • "What sorry excuse for a life do you have that you're still sending emails at this time of the year?" 
  • "This email account has been suspend in order to avoid drunken email replies" 
  • "Busy helping Agent 47 and Conner. Kindly forward any queries to Narnia" 
  • "These very pissed off birds won't catapult themselves to some laughing pork factories on their own, so please email someone else" 
Let's face it, all we wanna do over the holidays is what we've been crying about all year. For some of us, it's not having to write new articles for our beloved magazine blog. For others its to finish constructing that anti-spill hand attachment for holding our drinks and game-pads at the same time. Whatever the case, we always end up still rising at the crack of dawn, staring at the computer for hours because we forgot what we wanted to
Google. We become serial slobs and hoarders. Leaving too many icons on the desktop, never emptying out the recycle bin, not doing side-missions in Mass Effect cause we just want the story to end. We forget to brush our teeth cause we're not talking to anyone anyway, as we've been in our rooms for 2 days straight.


Now that I think of it, the holiday doesn't seem to healthy for my liking. But who gives a crap, IT'S THE HOLIDAY! I can put on my batman t-shirt, then go to the circus and spank some girl-clowns while hanging upside down. Because for that short period before am cut+pasted to the setting of prison break, I can do anything because I am the Dork Knight.

When people ask me what I drink in December, I tell them All-cohol. And that's what the holiday is about; not being stuck up about beer giving you bellies and vodka making you drunk-text that stupid bitch who still has my Sonic the hedgehog t-shirt….. sorry, Holiday is also about forgiveness, and I forgive everyone except those who owe me money. Am talking to you Boss. Don't give me vouchers, gimme double my pay for crying out loud. Drinking times no longer end at 2 am … lets rage on till the world ends … pun intended … please mother nature, let the damn world end. Credit roll and give us a teaser for Earth-Life 2.

In hopes to get laid, here are my pick-up lines from my different video games:
  • Assassin's Creed - "Hey baby, wanna see my hidden blade"
  • Mass Effect - "I'm Commander Shepard, and i want to pilot through your ass effect field"
  • Batman Arkham City - "I'm Batman"
  • Deus Ex - "I don't need augmentations to play this stage ;)"
  • Sonic the Hedgehog - "I got a gold ring with your name on it"


Hmmm, these lines may not work on the average gamer girl me thinks, but who cares. IT'S THE HOLIDAYS! I'll use it on the ones who play on easy.

Happy holidays to all you Muggles.

Viva la V3rcity!

@thuita

Friday 23 November 2012

A Day In Your Life ... Chrisette Michele


Could you buy me a day
In your life 
When I'm wearing the clothes 
That you wear, 
And could you give me your dimes for a day 
And just for one day take my place 

See mama says that I am beautiful, yeah 
And I am lovely the way that I am 
But if I am so sweet 
Why won't life 
Just give me 
What you have
What you have 
What you have

Or can I get away with
Being you for a day
Oh I wonder if I can

Put me in a Box 
For a little while
Tomorrow
Take me out, again

Or am I already
As lovely as You
Are you in my window pane
Looking back at me
Saying, Here I am 
Girl,
You're Beautiful

Could be that I am just too afraid
To become who I already am
Could it be that the life 
That was spoken to me
Is indeed in my spirit, man, Oh

Mama said touch the sky with your heels 
And to fly on the wings of the Lord
Could I only believe that 
It is inside of me
To be free
To be free
To be free

Or can I get away with
Being you for a day
Oh I wonder if I can

Put me in a Box 
For a little while
Tomorrow
Take me out, again

Or am I already
As lovely as You
Are you in my window pane
Looking back at me
Saying, Here I am 
Girl,
You're Beautiful



The Funniest Thing... Selina Tan

The things I find funny
People don’t laugh
Things I don’t find funny
People always laugh
The funny thing is
When I find things funny
People laugh

Sometimes

Thursday 8 November 2012

Vodka... Joel Brouwer


The Stoli bottle's frost melts to brilliance where I press my
fingers.
Evidence.
Proof I'm here, drunk in your lamp lit kitchen,
breathing up your rented air, no intention of leaving.
Our lust
squats blunt as a brick on the table between us.
We're low on
vocabulary.
We're vodkaquiet.
Vodkadeliquescent.
Vodka doesn't like theatrics: it walks into your midnight bedroom already
naked, slips in beside you, takes your shoulders in its icy hands
and shoves.
Is that a burglar at the window?
No, he lives with me, actually.
Well, let him in for Christ's sake, let's actually get this over with

Wednesday 7 November 2012

School's Out!! ... Gnasher



Schools are slowly drawing to a close and that can only mean one thing...it’s the holidays! We are finally free from overcrowded lecture halls, pitchfork wielding invigilators and the shackles of a seemingly endless barrage of assignments. The holidays bring with them the promise of mid-week drinking binges, unhinged party-fests and the faint but alluring smell of, what I like to call, 'festive fling ass'. Now I know you are wondering: 'what is this festive fling ass she speaketh of?’ Well it’s pretty self-explanatory! Come on, let’s not lie to ourselves we all know that during the festive season the majority of us like to, let’s say, 'explore'. The festive season is like a free pass, an excuse for us to, out of want of a better phrase, fuck around. Festive fling ass or festive ass (F.F.A or F.A for short) does not only refer to an individual but can also refer to a group of people. For those of you, who are a bit slow to bite, let me illustrate.

It’s the beginning of December and the holidays are in full swing, so you and a couple of your pals decide to go out for a night on the town. You pick the usual spot and decide to sit at your usual table, it is December after all so festive cheer is all around and the usual spot is full of lasses and lads ready to have a good time. The party is just getting started and everyone is on the dance floor gyrating to the sounds of some or other sex crazed pop starlet. Your throat starts to feel a little parched so, leaving your buddies on the dance floor you decide to go over to the bar to get yourself another dirty Martini to dance the night away with.


After the potentially dangerous task of navigating your way through the crowd of both drunk and high clubbers, you finally make it to the bar unscathed, phew. You order your drink and wipe the sweat from your brow, if your mom could see you now! The cute bartender hands you your drink and you take a sip to see if it’s just right. You give the bartender a satisfied thumbs up and proceed to walk back to the dance floor (or the battlefield) to find your friends.

Just as you are about to step on to the dance floor you feel something grab hold of your arm. You are kind of irritated so you turn around to give the imbecile a piece of your mind. On turning around you are confronted by a broad smile, you are a little drunk so you step back to get a good look at this buffoon. The first thing that you notice about this Neanderthal, is his towering height, his piercing hazel brown eyes and his broad masculine shoulders, your irritation quickly turns into a kinky smile as you look up at this dark giant of a man. As if your smile were the green light he was waiting for, he says "Hi" and seductively takes hold of your hand and pulls you to a dark corner. You can barely hear what he is saying over the loud music and the chattering of half-drunk party animals, but from what you can gather, he may be a hunk but he is not very bright. Regardless, you don't care what he has to say, heck it wouldn't make a difference to you if he were mute! You rub your hands all over his body, sizing him out. You grab him and snog him, partly because you wanna ascertain how good of a kisser he is, but mostly just to shut him up. He obliges and soon you are engaged in a hot and heavy make out session, groping and fondling each other. At this point you are both extremely horny, your undies are soaking wet and you can feel his crotch swelling up from under his zipper. He whispers "Let’s go to my car" and without a second thought, you get up and go. Now we all know what happens when you get to the car so I'm not going to bore you with the sordid details.


After the coitus relations in the back seat of the car you emerge, flustered but fully clothed. You exchange pleasantries and walk back into the club; you go and find your friends while he goes back to whatever hole he crawled out of. You find your friends and tell them what just happened, you all laugh about it, you make them swear never to repeat the story to anyone (especially Mark, your boyfriend of 2 and a half years) and just like that it is forgotten...NEVER to be spoken of again. These encounters happen sporadically through out the festive season. Now they could be a recurring thing with the same person or different sexual encounters with complete strangers but, when the festive season is over they are packed away in The Book of F.F.A,in a box in the basement along with the Christmas decorations and forgotten...until next year.


Happy Holidays!


It's a holiday!!

The holidays are coming up!! yay!! that's what we're talking about this month...
and I know we are all looking forward to it, at least I know I am...
The good, the bad, and the party!!
We'll go on a two month break, give our writers a chance to relax and come up with even more great stuff...


Have a happy holiday see you in February...