hello fellow readers of this forsaken blog!
today, we shall feature a guest blogger,
in the name of… **drum rolls** Joey’s Princess [or as some might know me as CVM of 405]!!
Anyways, i’ve been granted this prestigious chance to write in King Joey’s blog and I shall take this advantage to … TALK C*CK ABOUT JOEY !!!!!!!
As I once quoted in our good friend’s friendster testimonial:
What you see here may or may not be true. So things I write here might be fabrications of my imagination.
Actually, i initially wanted to write about high school, but as the title suggests, I can’t really remember it to the very last detail.. I’d rather not make up THAT many things.
When King Joey was young,
He was not a King
But rather a member of a group called F4
In our rather humble EvSS territory
Which most have speculated to mean Flower 4
(after the immensely nonsensical-unrealistic-mistake-to-make-it-into-a-serial-but popular series, Meteor Garden)
or perhaps as a certain neurotic fellow in 405 once commented:
Faggot 4 (no offence my dear, just writing our history down **blinks innocently**)
Now, F4 consisted of, duh, four individuals
(whose names are not allowed to be published here due to copyright potection)
and they would often roam the floors together.
They were all in the same class and academically… averagely inclined.
Especially one of them who I remember clearly,
Copying my geograpy exam paper and (what nerve!) once told me:
“Eh, dun change seat ok. After i got no one to copy.”
(Writer’s Note: Ok.. I felt kinda sad then. This was the very same guy who sent me a letter telling me he liked me because I resembled his ex-flame? Strike 2!! Ouch.)
Anyhows, back to the story,
Joey was a scary man,
t’was my first impression.
Came with a sneer in his face
and snarl so vicious!
Na, that’s too much.
It wasn’t that bad.
But nevertheless, I was kinda scared
cause I’m still new in the school
who know what he might do.
Once I got to know him
Beneath the hard exterior
Lies my wittle hubby wubby
With a heart of gold!
Scary as it seems
He confessed his feelings for me
But, oh, how stupid me
Infatuated with another to be
It was never the same again
Though I do wonder how it would have been
He promised me this, I know
That if no one marries me, he will.
After I finished the O’s
Away to Melbourne did I go
Again and again to Joey I return
Whenever I set my foot on the lion’s isle.
If you would like to hear more, contact King Joey
and I shall send my scribes to him.
Thanks and regards for reading this horrible excuse of an entry.
And special Thanks to Joey for letting me write rubbish in here.