Reasons why people of different age groups do not, and are not able to take the bus together.
Students have no choice but to head to school early, but it's a good thing, because otherwise, they'd be stuck with the people of the working population, who will most definitely take up all the space in the bus. But then again, students usually do not take seats, unless they are carrying some disgustingly huge and heavy item. Other than that, either they sit because they're in a big group, or they don't really go for it.
After the wave of students, the people of the working population fill up the bus. Indeed, there is an obvious pattern to them. They won't really bother to sit unless they are more or less, made to sit, because they are busy people. And I must emphasize on B-U-S-Y. As they are busy, making them sit down on the bus, and then to alight will waste that little bit of precious time standing up and walking to the exit when they could just walk straight to the exit. Notice that they don't bother to get into the inside seat if you're blocking it from the outside seat.
Then comes the people of the older generation. They literally run for the seats, as if they will NEVER ever get to sit anymore if they don't sit now. They will budge and make you irritated, all because they want to sit on the inside seat that you are blocking. And when you sit on the inside they don't go for the outside seats. Even if they do, they won't really move when you have to alight. Sometimes they come along with small kids, like their grandchildren or nephew and niece or whatever, and this gets really irritating because they don't know how to control them. They let them play on the bus, as if it's a playground. Excuse me, but playgrounds don't move; they are stable.
I really have to respect the most of the elderly, along with pregnant women and people with bulky items. They make no move to get a seat. They don't irritate you even if they see seats. (That is, for at least MOST of them.) They are gracious in a sense that they don't struggle to get seats, not because they can't, but because they give it up to people who seem to need the seat more than them.
In conclusion, people of different age groups CANNOT take the bus together. That is why our buses are always in havoc. *shrugs*
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10 things you can do while waiting for your turn at a polyclinic.
10. Take a stroll around the polyclinic. In other words, EXPLORE.
9. Try the food they offer.
8. Listen to music.
7. Play your PSP.
6. Make words out of the words on your slip of paper with your queue number.
5. Imagine people in swimsuits.
4. Visit the washrooms.
3. Look at the expressions of people when they come out of the doctor's room.
2. Notice the people who come out after an X-ray, a blood test etc.
1. Peep at people's queue number and feel happy that your queue number is smaller than them. HA! =x
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Replies to tags:
@anonymous: lol. catch no ball. =x
@jeffy: [flok-suh-naw-suh-nahy-hil-uh-pil-uh-fi-key-shuhn]
@JASMINE: stop hello-ing me -___- don't you have anythine else to say to me? =x
@andrea: i prefer tieddown though. andshedied sounds so emo \: justin doesn't want me to be emo. besides, it's only my masculine side that seems emo. >:i
@vin-.-: it's an english word pls. >:@ it is a noun. a Rare word. it is the estimation of something as valueless (encountered mainly as an example of one of the longest words in the English language). u like indians.
@lydia: stop trying to impress me with your IQ of 58 pls. =x
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I don't really have much to say these few days because nothing of particular interest caught my eye. Though I must say it is partially because of the upcoming MYE. Don't ask me what's wrong with my English now, or my way of typing. I don't seem to know why either. :o
p/s: I will be doing up the ZOO:D trip post by this week. Sorry for being so slow =x Heh heh ^__^v
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Here's a random inspiration :o
It is amazing how knee injuries can come in the form of morse code on the skin above it. Not by light, but by little short and long strikes of lightning. Everytime Emlyn's meets with a little injury, it would, at the very least, end him in the hospital.
That afternoon, Emlyn was hospitalised and his family went to visit him. The doctor had said this time, the injury was pretty serious and that he cannot be left alone, for fear that he would try to stand up. Ellie, his sister, groaned. There was a family carnival a few days away and this had to crop up.
"Mom, will we still be going to the carnival?" Ellie asked, trying not to get her hopes up high. Her mother shook her head, not daring to speak, lest she crumbles. Emlyn's sister had just about it; all the attention on Emlyn only. She threw a fit.
However, before Ellie got out of hand, her mother left a red, burning scar on her face. It was something that had never happened before. She slapped her.
"Enough is enough! Aren't you the least bit concerned about your brother here? Don't you want him to get well?" Her mother snapped. Her father pulled her mother out of the ward, to help her calm down. Just so you know, shame is five-fingered.
