KBW forum,gold rush and women who make you want to use a crowbar....

I was at work and I was surfing the net.I realised that there is a major lack of credible Kenyan forums on-line.Some of them are full of drama,insults and nonesensical threads ala mashada or are just bland and flat like kenyans.org.
It is with that in mind that I think that KBW should start a forum for KBW members.I have noticed that often a blogger raises an interesting point and there ends up being loads of replies ie M's you can't have your cake and eat it thread or KM's Hard f*ck,the wedding,old people thread. I don't intend for this forum to replace blogging but there are times when the flow of threads is slow and other bloggers are experiencing blogger's block (nick,milo,guess et al).So it would be nice to have a place where people can chat and discuss issues away from there blogs.Plus there are 200 or so blogs, so it would be good to find one place where many of these issues have been brought up as it is hard to visit most of these blogs and keep up correspondence.
Of course membership would only be open to KBW members so as to keep away the trolls.As a KBW member it would be in your own best interests to maintain the good conduct that you try to uphold on your blog.All that would have to be put in is a filter for swear words and an admin to check it once a day or so because I do think as adults we should be able to interact in an orderly manner where a full time admin isn't needed.Anyway that is just an idea I am tossing in the wind.
I am getting tired with how empty school is.Right now the campus is a ghost town, most people have left for the summer.I cant wait for the next one month to pass so that I can blend in with crowds, see old friends and meet new ones.There are 50 incoming international students coming next semester, this number includes those coming on exchange and those who will be full time.So I would say around 30 students should be coming as not everyone who is accepted chooses to come to the school.If I was in Kenya this would be a time my undergrad college mates used to call gold rush.The old chics would be dumped and people would rush for the fresh meat.Of course as a fresher, you would have a prime piece of real estate scoped out only to be usurped by one of the old boys on the block and end up empty handed.This experience ended up leaving us much wiser and prepared for when the next freshers would appear.
Sometimes I wonder why women wonder why they can't get a man when most of the time they have their best pal plastered to their side like an unidentical siamese twin?Most dudes will not make a move when your pal is with you at every moment.Let me give you an example, there are these chics from the UK who came for exchange last year.These two would spend every moment together,take the same classes,eat together etc.Now The Acolyte had been working hard to build a rapport despite the fact that it was like chatting up a hydra.Things went well and The Acolyte decided to make his move and invite one of them to his crib so they could have a talk, have a drink and watch some dvds of this Chappele character she had been hearing about.So The Acolyte tabled his proposal and the girl goes, "That's great!When do me and Mandy (not real name) show up?"At that point The Acolyte knew things were futile and consigned the girl to the LJBF (Let's Just Be Friends) bin.And then at the end of the year these two gals were complaining how they were on the bilas train the whole year.These are the kind of girls who you meet at a bar and you want to tell the bar tender, "Could I have two Coronas and crow bar please?"(so you can break that damn bond!)Ladies please, you need to give a brother a gap because not many men can handle courting a chic to an audience or you will keep on complaining how you went out and met no-one interesting.
flashback!:- I just remembered some years back going to the Coast with some friends who had relatives who owned a beach side house.Now this house was three floors and had a flat roof where you could sit and enjoy the sun set and view.Now my pals dad when he got there would get high and insist on cooking for us.Seeing as he was a good cook the owner of the house was more then willing to accomodate him, the only catch is that he wanted to cook as he watched the sun set.So the poor house boy and gardener used to have to carry the cooker to the roof and back down every day for a week and a half.Poor bastards!I used to see the hate as they used to glare at my pal's dad whenever he would bellow that it was cooking time.I am sure they drank themselves silly on madafu (coconut wine) the day we left.