Sheares Hall : SHout

Written by Guest Writer – Christy

My dear Shearites, do you want to get to know a fellow Shearite? I am sure that such things happen all the time with all the good-looking Shearites milling around.  Yet, you are just too shy to approach the person? Too intimidated by his/her perfection?

Don’t worry, there is always another alternative – stalking. Best still, do it the Sheares’ hall way.

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Dear fellow residents,

Another academic year has come to pass, and it is at this time when the thoughts of “another SWOC, another RAG” would pop into the collective consciousness of the average Shearite. For some, these two events represent merely the prelude to the start of the academic year, and for some, just a footnote in your collective consciousnesses),

Before you go ahead and view this letter as simply marking time, just another obligatory message of “please donate money/time/materials, our dear XXX senior shearite who we know by name only and don’t actually remember you plus you don’t know us either”, let us go ahead and assure you that this is not the case.  Read more...

Doesn’t it feel like just yesterday when it was still the first day of Semester 1? The pages of the calendar turned quickly, and the past year had quietly slipped us by. It had surely been an exciting year; one filled with laugh-out-loud moments and everlasting memories. But like always, the fun has to come to an end eventually.

So, this is it, Shearites, the last SHout update from the humble people of  Hall-Pub 08/09!

A big Thank You for being such great SHout-ers!

ALL THE BEST for the finals, mug hard and DARE TO REACH THE HIGHEST!!

written by Anushka,

Ever noticed that the arts kids in NUS dress the coolest? Or that majority of Engineering students own ThinkPads? I mean, we’ve all seen the popular American High School movies with the jocks, the cheerleaders, the geeks and the freaks. But do those cliques really exist in our student population? Well, they do, even if they might be a little different. So in case you just didn’t notice, some facts about NUS students. Enjoy!  Read more...

written by Shiau Yinn,

Perfecta : the first time I’d come across this word was in the SWOC0809 blog, where Andy (Marketing I/C then) defined it as “the defining moment of your life.”

So what is this ‘Perfecta’ that they spoke of?

Does it really exist – this defining moment, when life suddenly has meaning, when you’ve finally found your purpose?

Then, I pondered, on the many different occasions and scenarios, whereby one might be able to achieve Perfecta.

Could it be the time when you scored that winning point for Team Sheares during IHG?

Written by Guest Writer Greenie Monsty

Once again, it’s nearing that dreaded Chinese New Year, and is it just me, or does CNY seem to creep up on you earlier and earlier on the calendar with each passing year?

This year, we have barely a little over 3 weeks to recover from our festive year-end fatigue, decide upon a few choice “new year resolutions” to guide us through the year, brace ourselves for the hectic semester ahead, and…*drum roll* throng the crazy shopping crowds at orchard road in order to secure ourselves the perfect brightly-coloured outfits that will receive approving nods from our relatives.

As much as I already feel suffocated from all that activity packed into a mere few weeks, it certainly did not prepare me from the literal suffocation I suffered when I made a brave attempt to do my new year shopping last weekend.

What bothered me most was not so much the desperate frenzy of the shopping crowd. On the contrary, that is something I’m sure we’re all more than used to. The problem was that the moment I stepped into the shopping mall, my senses were severely assaulted.

I literally saw red everywhere: the bright cherry-red lanterns hanging from the ceiling, the crimson cloth draping on the railings, as well as huge red and golden Chinese characters shouting out auspicious greetings from every corner of the mall. On top of that, in every single boutique I entered, I found rack upon rack of garishly bright clothes, in every shade of red, orange, yellow and floral imaginable. It was like stepping out into the sunlight after being trapped in a dark room for a while, only worse.  Read more...