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lover.

felicity.

hearts talking.




Monday, February 16, 2009


a new blog, a new beginning♥

hello, my old blog is still there. its kimberlychng.bs if i'm not wrong. i was going through my history and thought it was super stupid, so i made a new one :) tough choice cause that blog lasted the longest compared to the others. yay.

i'm so screwed for tomorrow. accounts test. retest. still havent studied. i dont know where to start. everyone's going to kill me if i fail, cause then she'd give the test AGAIN for the third time. i really dont want to do accounts but mum and dad wont hear of me dropping it. so there's only one thing left for me to say,

Dear Accounts, i really dont like you.

i feel scared for some reason. maybe for the fact that mrs siau is gladly going to kill me. i wont mind if she call my parents up, cause then she's explain why i should drop it. i know debra is being a good samaritan and trying to help me with control accounts. but i really dont see what the point of memorising it is. i thank you for your help, but i have really no idea what you just said. we are probably going to get our disposal accounts test back tomorrow. i wonder how i did. maybe another one and a half? or maybe a zero. we'll see :)

i look at the dead bug in the wax,
and i fell sorry for it.
but it, it was first to land on me.
so i lighted the lighter,
it flew and landed in the buring wax.
oops.
i'm sorry little bug,
i'll see you soon.


kimberly C♥ 5:47 PM