Monday, October 17, 2005
extracted from katty chiobu's blog:
ok this is the 17th! im feeling proud of katty! katty has passed GP bio n chem! n she had a monster kill at dota! yeaaaaaaaa baby! im juz so gald my form teacher is nt following us ard next yr! haaahaa!! no more idiots calling me n disturbing my peaceful slp in the wee hrs, 8 am is weee to me. wadeva.

dedicated to a very good fellow, suyee.
last time i see u in school tml.
last taste of school's sorrow
no more excruciating moments waiting for bell ring
no more hearing matthew soh sing.
I wish u will b tougher den this
I wish u see this as bliss.
i miss old changi hospital, dun u?
i miss playing with papayas, dun u?
whenever u miss ajc, think like this.
we're always tgt, we're always ur good fellows.
1st time u see wads university is like.
1st time u step out to wads life.
we will always be tgt!!
n i miss being raped at chalet.
thx for taking my naked fotos.
love u loads. Best of luck.
ur gonna b successful someday.
come to think abt it,
i wonder wad i will feel when its my turn, my last time.
but den again, it isn't.
so i shall stop wondering n study hard next yr.
So Long, Astoria AtarisIt was the first snow of the season
i can almost see you breathinin the middle of that empty street
Sometimes i still see myselfin that lonesome bedroom
playin my guitarand singing songs of hopefor a better future
life isonlyas good as the memories we make
and i'm taking back what belongs to mepolaroids of classrooms unattended
these relics of remembrence are just like shipwrecks only
theyre gone fasterthan the smell after it rains
last night while everyone was sleepin
i tripped through my old neighborhoodand resurrected memories from ashes
we said that we would never
we were really just like them
does rebellion ever make a difference
life is only as good as the memories we make
and im taking back what belongs to me
these relics of remembrence
are just like shipwrecks only
theyre gone fasterthan the smell after it rains
So long astoriai found a map to buried treasure
and even if we come home empty handed
we'll still have our stories of battle scars,
pirate ships and wounded hearts,broken bones,
and all the best of friendships
and when this hourglass
has filtered outits final grain of sandi
raise my glass to the memories we had
this is my wish
this is my wish
im takin backim takin them all back

This song, to all who's graduating. even if we come home empty handed, well still haf our stories of battle scars, pirate ships n wounded hearts. n when this hourglass has filtered out its final grain of sand, i raise my glass to the memories we had....I love 1604, loads of great fwenship forged. i regret retaining.i will miss peeleepala slacker lee loads. loads. loads.i will miss, the fattest chee. jun. chooonmin n bimbo. i will miss the angels, suyee, papaya boobs, lilian n my most beloved erica.i will miss playing with flour n papayas, rapings at chalets, stripping ppl, class movies, sentosa outings, loads...


KATTY: URE MY ANGEL TOO! FOREVER. THANKS FOR MAKING ME LAUGH AND CRY. THANKS FOR ALWAYS BEING THE TRUE FREN TT URE! WE'LL WEATHER THOSE STORMS TGT, AND LET D BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES STAY, BAD ONES FADE.
p.s.: rmb not to waste papayas anymore. u haf a gr8 body. ;b and lastly, when its ur turn, il root for u til d very end! :) promise!

sy. 9:59 PM