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The recents
Entry title: Tonight is a can't get much worse, versus no one should ever feel like
Date / Time : Monday, December 6, 2010 / 7:05 PM
song: no song.
mood: impatient
time: 11:15am

i haven't written in aaaages.
i've had so many tests and homework and shit. i still do. i'm not supposed to be on.
school was so so so pointless yesterday. i can't remember doing anything important at all, it was so useless.
and todays a holiday cos it's first muharam. i don't really know what that is. i think it's like new years for muslim people soo, happy new year!
OHHHHHHHHHH SO THATS WHY THERE WERE FIREWORKS AT 2AM YESTERDAY THAT WOKE ME UP.
okay, life makes more sense now.

i have a cold. because it was really cold last night.
hahahhaha it's so funny how they named a cold a cold. it's so not creative. it's like we should call the sky a blue and a head a hairy.
and a fly a fly, but thats already it's name so...
what am i even saying.

i'm just counting down the hours till i leave, because i can't take kuantan anymoree. i'm so excited for dubai, i've already made a list of all the things i'm going to do. :D
the first thing on my list is to buy a camera :3
i've decided i'm going to get either a holga or a lomo cos they're insanely cheap compared to DSLRs and they've got gorgeous colours. then i'll make my daddy buy me a laptop as well, cos the camera won't cost him much. >:]]]


so there's this thing where you can go hot air ballooning over the desert and watch the sunrise, and ohhh god i want to do that so bad. but it's not as fun to do stuff like that without friends. oh, and it costs like 300 us dollars so that's like....950 ringit? per person.
so no hot air ballooning ):

i hate how i always get distracted from my posts and end up posting them houuuurs later. it's like 5:45pm right now, haha.
i did nothing today. D:
actually i did do something, i went to the saloon and asked the lady ever so nicely to give me this haircut BUT SHE JUST RIPPED IT ALL OFF AND NOW MY HAIRS LIKE TWENTY MILLION MILES SHORTER.
it's like that really annoying length that's neither short or tall. it's just below my shoulders and i haaaate it.

i killed my tomato plants today. ):
i figured there wasn't much use left to them anyway since after four months they only made one tomato. and there's no one left to water them when we leave so...we've stopped watering them.
and they're all sad and droopy now.
here's the tomato;

you can see the plant dying in the background.
it's really puny, haha. puny. what a gross word. it's so nice and red though. we're going to cut it up into four pieces tonight and have on each. :3
hahaha, my family sounds like homeless people.
grammar. in. that. sentence. is. so. wrong. aahhh.

WAIT, I'LL POST ANOTHER PHOTO OF MY TOMATO COS IT'S SPECIAL AND DESERVES TWO.


i got this new editing thing for my camera today. it's so nice and vintage like and i loove it :3
OKAY.
x



ABOUT
Good day to you sir,
hi. i'm fifteen and i like things. i like a lot of things. i like more than i hate. i like keyboards and the way they sound when you type on them, i like drum solos, i like stars and the universe. i like colourful things. i like felt tip pens and the way they smell. i like name tags. i like colouring name tags with colourful felt tip pens. i like photos and cameras and microphones. i think microphones are great things. oh, and i love love love watermelons. and books. rose gardens are lovely, and so are cliche love movies. but you know what i like the most? you. yes, you there. sitting hunchbacked on your seat, one hand on your chin, the other in your lap with your bloodshot eyes from being on your computer since 6:30am and greasy, tangled, smelly hair from never having enough time to shower cos you know, the internet and all. keeps you busy, that stuff. actually, i'm just describing myself really. except for the hair part. i don't like things that smell. ohh, a dislike. i like jumping through clouds and screaming, and my names sarah. my blog is best viewed in mozilla firefox.

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