Shh

Shhh. Blah. Can't say much. I'm being watched. Spied on. FOLLOWED. No. Not really. It's just that my dad is here, so I can't really blog much cause he cause he has this tendency to say the things I am writing about OUT LOUD. Which can be the most annoying thing on the planet. Especially when I'm writing about something mildly personal, and its not that I'm keeping huge secrets from my parents, I just want there to be some space between us, you know?
Translation: I do NOT want them reading my blog. Its just indescribably weird.

I don't really have anything earth-shattering to tell you. I'm just here crapping really.

I'm feeling happy, cheerful and positive. I know look at the world from a different perspective. Oh! what a paradigm shift. Just kidding. I have no idea how to use that word.

Paradigm shift.
Sounds dumb

:)

I'm back! Yes peasants, I the Emo Bitch have returned, hang your head in awe, order your manservants to kiss these delicate heels! Kiss them! Kiss them I say!
Knaves...

Anyway, I'm back at my happy abode. The trip was great and it was only because of my incessant whines and "but everyone's been there"s did it happen. And for that, I take full credit.

Any previous misgivings concerning the trip, e.g. landslides, were justified seeing as there were actually signs saying "Awas! Tanah runtuh di hadapan" (Caution! Land slides ahead!) Yeah, way to atract tourists right?
Thankfully, there were no landslides during our journey.

Oh yeah! For any interested parties, I will not stray from my stance that those ginormous boulders which were by the road were there for decorative purposes and did not slide down that mountain/hill/rocky outgrowth thingy during a landslide.

Anyway, the car journey was pretty much uneventful except for that time, where these two adorable dogs nearly got smashed by a lorry. We did see a man wearing a loin cloth but for all we know he could be some exotic underwear model.

"Buy Ramu's long-lasting underwear in bulk and stand to win a 24 inch plasma tv! Ramu's-different, truly different." Then he'll lower his voice and say "Terms and conditions apply."

Hawhaw. Till next time.

GASP!

I, the Emo Bitch, have been nominated-for a BLOG AWARD.




This is probably the most MAJOR thing ever to happen to me online! Except for that time I won a a green card in the USA. I have TONS. You can have some if you like. Anyway, Roshni was the one that nominated me-so THANK YOU! Now it says here that I have to nominate ten people.

To the nominees :

- Put the logo on your blog

- Add the link of the person who awarded you

- Nominate 10 others blogs

- Add the link of this blogs

- Leave a message for those nominees

You see? BUT all the blogs I wanted to nominate have been taken up. Yes Roshni, that comment was directed at YOU! So I'm just going to nominate a couple of people.

Justapple
Google (everyone just takes him for granted)
Mozilla Firefox (just so he doesn't feel left out)

Now I don't expect the last two to respond to this, but at least I've done my part.

Sorry

Hey peeps. I'm sorry about the previous post. (Though not sorry enough to delete it-haHA) Anyway, I know reading an Emo post can be really taxing. Especially when there are better things to do online, which includes Pet Society and Neopets, so keep your knickers on Egroeg.

In any case. I know that you guys are pretty sick and tired of reading Emo blogs and listening to them whine about how unpriviledged they are and how much their parents hate them (and all of us are like 'omg I can totally see why' ). And then you come across a blog called myblackholeofPAIN. And the moment you see the link you don't even bother resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

And then to make matters even worse, the bloggers starts whining about how noone seems interested in their blog which might be because the entire blog is about themselves and in my defence, (insert a good defence-which has yet to be thought of)

Anyway I know you guys are pretty sick and tired of this endless emoness. I know its just like emo, emo, emo, everywhere you go. And passing over the fact that I could make that impromptu sentence rhyme, I'm aware of the fact that all you guys are like "GIVE US SOMETHING NEW! DOWN WITH EMO! Be more original"

But I can't think of something new. I'm not a trend SETTER. I'm a trend FOLLOWER. And to quote two highly intelligent chickens:

HEY

What's so bad about my blog? No one seems interested in it. Well FINE, if you would rather go play on Neopets, go right ahead. I'm not going to force you to admire this literary work of art. GO! Go, dammit.

Hmm...How else do people waste their time online.
OH yeah! That damn Pet Society. What's so great about it? What's so great about stupid Pet Society that you can't spend a few minutes leaving me comments on my Cbox?

That was not a rhetorical question-ANSWER ME!!

Damn. If this thing were MSN, I'd attach that red, snarling emoticon. That's how angry you people make me.
Angry. Depressed. Dejected.

There aren't enough adjectives in the world to describe how I'm feeling.

Well? Why are you still here? I'm surprised you've still stuck around this long. Long enough to reach this point of my post...unless you skimmed through it.

YOU BETTER NOT HAVE SKIMMED THROUGH IT!

I think I'll just curl up in a corner and cry, don't mind me.
But I don't have to tell you that, do I?

You don't care.

Jokes

I've got one.
Q: What do you call a man with no arms and no legs rolling about in a pile of leaves?
A: Russel.
Geddit?
HahaHA!

Jokes are fun, aren't they? In fact this cyber dictionary thingy defines a joke as:
a humorous anecdote or remark intended to provoke laughter.

LAUGHTER. LAUGHTER. Is that so hard to understand? Is it? IS IT? Is that so freaking hard to understand? Obviously certain people don't get that, do they?

Yeah I'm talking to you-MR LEMON. Mr Raving Lemon.

Oh forget it. There are only two people who would actually know who I'm referring to without actually using his real name:
1. Me
2. Bakaba (that's what I used to call you. I had SPEECH PROBLEMS, alright??!!)

Listen up, LEMON: Torturing us with your insanity is one thing, but telling us jokes intended to provoke laughter when they instead have the opposite effect is just cruel.
And everyone else-don't start lecturing me on my punctuation.

Mary. had, a little lamb; with fleece! as white as snow?

Suck on that!