You know how when you are on a bus, especially a crowded one, some person starts yelling at students and our supposed reluctance to move to the back of the class. I get really annoyed.
My annoyance is two-pronged. First, it is directed at these self-righteous members of the bus-riding populace targetting students. Second, it is also from the unwise students who do not move in and give the people in Category A ammunition.

I have a question: Why do people rile at students on the bus instead of older commuters like them who are also blocking the way and refusing to move in?

Strange isn't it? When we ride on the bus as students, there will sometimes be a loud-mouth who takes the onus upon himself to lecture us and yell for us to move. But when you take the bus at a slightly later time like about 0745, where all the uniformed students are gone and the bus is still crowded, and this time, the mess is made up of diverse people who are working adults or Polytechnic students. It would be even more crowded then, but nobody speaks up.

When we are uniformed and in a large group and have an identity, unlike the formless everyday strangers we have on public transport, we are glaring objects that can be hit if you wanted to throw something at us. We are also seen as juvenile, ignorant whereas they are learned and cultured and are qualified to give us correction.
And so, we are targetted.

I have this to say.
Students, please get smart fast. Just move in to the back. Before you get down, push and shove your way violently through all these hateful people who believe they are righteous.

Loud-mouths in Category A, you may yell at us students if I do see you yell at your adult bus-riders at 0745.



Image credit: http://www.objectsandpixels.com/indy/main?type=byDate&filter=March%202005


I took the picture from a site called Object and Pixels. I do hope they take it as a compliment and do not sue me. I really like the colour and relevance of this great artpiece to what I was saying above.


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I have a treatise on Women that was inspired by the females I've had the (mis)fortune to be around and live with. It is a rather broad category of people that have led to this.


To any feminist Internet watch-dog, I am not a chauvinist.
On the contrary, I love women-many of them in-fact, and agree that they are suitable for nurturing and leadership roles. But you will have to conceded that my treatise has some substance.


Here goes:

Women are the most difficult organism to fathom and to please. Every woman wants something different and the things they want have to, and are even more different at every different time.
Confusing?


They have a wider spectrum of moods which blossoms with no schedule and can morph to become furious, ferocious entities that are cousins to demons. Maybe even closer relatives.


They want men to understand them and share their thoughts but do not help them along.


They cry, they stomp, they scream, rage and shout. They have non-specific expectations, but specific demands that aren't specific enough for us.


They may laugh, they may simper, they may dazzle but it is questionable whether this smiling dazzling woman is the real woman you are getting or is it one of her many modes.
Women are scary.


They are a bundle of distress and trauma packaged beautifully to make up a friendly visual. The real contents slowly unfurl when you've embraced this gift.


Yet we are obligated and also programmed to love and desire them.


"Women, what do they want?"-Sigmund Freud allegedly, on his death bed.

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Managed to run again, with my new headset in place, which provided constant loud tunes and permitted no lapse in my resolve which prevented me from carrying out my runs like I intended to. I suspect I met a familiar person while I was out today.

It breaks my heart that I did not stop to exercise my good manners.
The pounding in my head, above my ears and the free perspiring was really feelgood.
Everybody should kick their own butts into action and really just run.

In parting,
Enjoy what's left of the evening.
If you have exams, I will not say foolish, vain hopeful words.
The results are directly proportional to the product of your natural intelligence and good old hardwork.
Good ol' hardwork needs to be of a higher magnitude, because our belief in our own natural intelligence incurs a deficit.

But while you toil, one important factor that contributes to our emotional stability and mental sanctity, you definitely must have humour. I am a generous contributor.

The Simpsons are an absolute funny.



I like this kinda funky tune. Induces a good mood.



This suggests that Hitler is the real owner of Manchester United.
I strongly insist you watch it.



Au revoir.