Friends Recipe

my heart just crashes, aches and breaks,
as my eyes observe every one step you take.
you back view i see, under the shopping mall's lights
so familiar yet far, what landed us in this plight?

i dont know what force, or magic voodoo
but i just automatically trott right behind you.
red eyes that glisten from the shine above
obviously show that it is you that i love.

a finger was touched, by my hand, reached out
in return you pulled away yours and caused me to pout.
"leave me alone!" again you harp
yet i remembered your preaches-to never give up!

i grabbed your hand and there was silence still
so quiet as though when provoked, it would kill.
at least we arent seperated now, so things won't turn bad
and that is the recipe to get back your friends

be with them whether they're up or they're down
and take awkward pictures when they turn aroundl
augh at their jokes no matter how stupid it seems
for just a simple movement will create many beems

when the friendship movie is going good remember not to shout "cut!"
just let it roll, do a hi-five, hi-elbow or even hi-butt!
sing karaoke, or play some lil' games
but caution the choice, no one likes playing lame

when things arent as good, dont turn over your back
and remember to never push the blame into someone else's sack
lend a shoulder and reach out your hand
let out a smile and embrace your friend.

Nicholas's Intro

My super name is Nicholas.
Talk and talk 24hours.
20 nuggets pack from MacDonalds.
Eat only pay just round 8 dollars.

Eat no eat also no tummy.
Why must save? Cause no money.
Who ask me always so funny?
Now no excuse for mummy.

My number 2 I keep on miss.
Jason now also overseas.
Cash-ie card, mum take, don’t exist.
Cannot go play so I is (am) so piss.

Want go bowling and no gutter.
Poke the ball, I so much better.
Singing K I’m not much noober.
All in all, I am not a loser.

So in short I am Nickprince.
2pointer, 100bucks, I’ve been dreaming since.
If not, my parents butchers and I’m minced.
So much ego I’ve said! My mouth I must rinse!

Roger Ying

Strepsils, fish balls and a honey stick a day.
Mixed with love, I want to say.
If only my Falltumn will, by my side, stay.
No more emo-ness, sadness, oh how gay!