mandy.

Born with one eye, two mouths and three ears,
You’d think dear Cam was something to fear.
On the contrary dear Cam is not a monster,
In fact dear Cam is more like a spoilt lobster.

For years and years dear Cam was fed,
And soon enough he needed meds.
But that of course did not stop dear Cam,
For dear Cam was just a fattened ham.

Dear Cam did not know of his fate,
He’s still clueless to this date.
But let’s not tell dear Cam of this fact,
For soon enough it’s time for the rack.

Dear Cam now lives within our cold hearts,
He only ever found love in tarts.
To a stake dear Cam was often roped and tethered,
But it is for this he’ll always be remembered.

No insults intended. LOLOLOL.

Have you noticed the apple tree?
Where the birds are swaying and the tree is twittering,
That sits upon nary a hill of sovereignty,
With nothing for a fluttering and something for a muttering?

Have you noticed the white picket fence?
Where the rooster is crawling and the ants are crowing,
That feels as though it is little tense,
With nothing for company and something for certainty?

Have you noticed the outback paddock?
Where the sheep are galloping and the horses are grazing,
That stands around a dignified bullock,
With nothing to hide but something to disguise?

Have you noticed the awkward scarecrow?
Where the corn is naughty and the crows are haughty,
That towers on its million straw toes,
With nothing to shoo but something to do?

And have you noticed the little red house?
Where the children are smiling and the farmers are farming,
That sits with an almighty apple tree,
With nothing for a fluttering and something for a muttering?

Jackass penguins. No seriously. I was searching for, “Sounds that penguins make” and I came across a funny response that was something like, “For example, Jackass Penguins are named so due to the way they bray like a donkey.”

So, I couldn’t help myself and had to blog about it. When I wikied “Jackass Penguin” I was expecting a penguin more or less extremely large or extremely ugly (w/ or w/o buckteeth). But instead, I found that they are extraordinarily cute. In a way, they sorta look like zebras.

Some poems I wrote a billion years ago.

#1
At first, I closed my heart off to all,
Scared of anything that might make me fall.

The moment the door to my heart was open, I had let you in,
And then I felt a new love ready to begin.

I opened my eyes further to see a light that is you,
And how I hope and pray that your feelings are true.

Before I have loved, and before I have paid the cost,
Of having felt the pain and distress of the love I lost.

But this time is different, I can feel a change,
This time is different, the feeling is strange.

Now I am sure that what I see before me,
Is an angel of light that walks the ground beneath me.

To me, you show your love with no end,
Beyond all your limits, you’re more than a friend.

You are so special, so unique, I want you to know,
That truly, I love you so.

#2
You leave me behind in total bliss,
Leaving me with a dream and a wish.
You’ve given me hope and broadened my view,
Of all that is everything and all that is you.

You leave me behind in warm security,
Wrapped in a blanket spun with threads of serenity.
And with each new thread a new day begins,
Holding the same warmth and the same feelings.

You leave me behind in the purest of heavens,
A soulful cloud of softness and a 7/11.
You are an angel that walks upon the dirt,
And I am a human that walks above the Earth.

You leave me behind in a state of confusion,
But then you came back, and I realize my confusion was all a delusion.

#3
You’re the shining beacon of my day,
The light that guides me through the darkest of ways.
Together, we make but one deity,
A worshiped divinity, just you and me.

You’re the glint in my eyes, the warmth of my blush,
My heart beats wildly at the feel of your touch.
I am only a rosebud, simple with little elegance,
But you are the roots of my stem, my own florescence.

The demeanor of Midas’ golden touch,
Cannot compare to your gentle brush.
The light of the stars, the warmth of the sun,
Cannot compare to all that is my one.

My only.

And how I wish forever wasn’t a lie,
I never ever want … to say goodbye.

Don’t you just hate it when you’re the only one home, and you’re in the shower, then you hear the phone ringing and step out of the nice, hot shower, then realize you don’t have a towel, then spend 5 seconds contemplating whether you should run out and grab the phone naked or find a very small cloth just big enough to cover a small section of you, then run out into the cold and panic as you realize you don’t know where the phone is, and when you find it and pick up it’s the wrong number.

So today was your typical Mandy day that I half spent procrastinating and writing notes before realizing I had actual homework to do. But other than that, I was caught in a situation where I thought to myself, what if I were like SUPERMAN?

Now, I’m not saying I’d go around with my underwear over my pants and a cape that could very well drag me to hell (haha) but I’m talking about the justice! The power! The GIRLS BOYS! Though, chances are the dudes would be intimidated by a woman that could shoot fire from her eyes or could lift more weights than they could.

Well, that doesn’t really bother me. If the women swoon then that’s all that matters (self-esteem rising). But think of all the possibilities! If I had Superman’s abilities, I could do so many things, both GOOD and EVIL! Mwahahaha.

Here are some of the things I would do if I had Superman’s abilities:

• Raid the chocolate and lolly stores
• Check out crime scenes
• Catch criminals
• Toast marshmallows
• See how long it takes to swim to America
• See what the moon and other planets look like
• Look for kryptonite
• Run a marathon
• See if security cameras can catch me when I’m being speedy

That’s just some of the things. I could probably think of a tonne of other things but I really cbf right now after writing notes and all. Half of those things probably won’t be possible without a trusty nerdy sidekick.

Anyway, if you haven’t noticed, my previous post was this long-ish blob of crap. Well, it’s basically a random story I decided to start writing. It took me like, 2 hours to write that much then my creative streak went from whoosh to zilch. So, I’ll just take my time writing it and if you’re not interested, that’s what you’re supposed to feel.

So yesterday, I went to Aimee’s house to sleepover, along with Susan. They decided to have a sleepover during 3rd period apparently… whereas I decided to go at like 7pm. Well, you know, I realize I feel more excited about things when they’re planned almost literally at the last minute.

Anyway, there’s not much to say because it was pretty much your typical sleepover.

Moving on, do you remember one of my previous posts about my quest for shiny objects? Well, if not I’ll refresh your memory if you click here. And, if you forgot my other post that lists all my shiny objects I’ve listed to date, click here.

Of course, that was awhile back. But lately, I’ve been reignited with the passion for finding shiny objects. Why? Because my legs seem to be extra shiny these days. Possibly because Spring is approaching and I just <3 hot weather. And another thing, sometimes my legs are so smooth that I can’t cross them without slipping. I swear my legs are made of plastic. They FEEL like plastic.

Anyway, I haven’t actually seen any new shiny objects that may be shinier than my legs. Of course, that has NOTHING, absolutely NOTHING to do with the fact that I’m too lazy to search. But I swear, I will prove that my legs are not the shiniest things in the world. NO CAR CRASHES HAVE RESULTED FROM LEGS THUS FAR. As far as I know, anyway. >______>”

If you’re wondering why this post is called Lemon and peanuts, it’s because my brother and I are thinking about what to name our favourite puppy. He wants to call it Lemon, I want to name it Peanut. I think I should name it since my brother has named the last 3 dogs we’ve ever had. Lucy, Kuroi and Flower. But then again, I think that pup has the spirit of Michael Jackson in it. After feeding, it decided to spew out a lot of white stuff and it looked like its black fur was stained. Either that, or it has rabies. Then after that it started moonwalking =S.

As cute as it is, it has a rough side and also likes to wrestle its brothers and sister. To which I have no complaint since it’s so cute <3.

Last but not least, exams are coming up and everyone (almost) is in panic mode. Freaking 3 hour long 3u exam. Plus three extra practical exams. Sighh TT I wish science wasn’t one of my better subjects back in the days. So unfortunately, I have no time to fantasize over CUTE CUTE CUTE/HOT HOT HOT guys, especially this one guy I seem to see sometimes when I lag to school. :O

*fantasizing…*

You know I am. Hehehe.

Too much JT for one day -.-”

The title says it all. I’m underappreciated.

So, I bet a lot of you are thinking, Heh, she’s probably overreacting as usual! And you know what, I know I overreact a lot, and maybe I am overreacting with this but I’m getting sooo sick and tired of being everyone’s lapdog.

Lately, it’s been like some sort of assessment period. Even though it’s been 3-4 years, I still get surprised when someone asks for my help. Naturally, I’m flattered that someone would ask for MY help, so of course I spend my waking hours doing whatever I can for that person and when they score huge points I do expect some appreciation or credit for my handy work.

But do I receive the appreciation I deserve? No. On occasions from select people I may. But overall, no. I mean, I don’t expect to be repaid right away but come on, some appreciation would be nice. I stay up past my bedtime just to try and finish their stupid assessments (which I can’t understand why they left to the last minute) and it’s hard enough getting sleep as it is since I have a slight case of insomnia.

I mean, I know a few people who are also underappreciated. And it pisses me off more than my own because I can see how hard they try and I can also see how quiet they stay even though their credibility is taken from them. Every time I see the people around them being the bitches they are pretend that they are SO good and all, I just want to walk up to them and deal them some well-deserved physical and emotional pain.

Sometimes, people should think about their actions before putting them forth.

Okay, so I know I haven’t posted in awhile but since I have nothing else to do I might as well.

Lately, I’ve been seeing the negative side to everything. Well, that’s just me. I tend to see the stupidity and ignorance in everyone more than everyone else. Maybe I’ve become this way because lately I’ve been used by people who I used to call “close friends”.

You can call me a bitch because I admit I am. Everyday at school when someone makes a stupid comment like, “Oh my god, I’m so sleepy coz I stayed up til 2am doing jack shit which does not include homework rather I was just facebooking my freaking ass off”, I always have an urge to slap them because they have no right to complain about something they brought onto themselves.

Back to the people using me. For about 3-4 years I’ve been dealing with people’s bullshit. I had a friend who kept asking me to do their assignments because they “couldn’t get online”. And even though they had weeks to do it, they left it to the last minute and THEN decided, oh HEY! Mandy can do my assignment because she’s a FREAKING TOOL to be used. Yep, I gladly helped out that friend every time they asked because you would THINK that they would pay me back some day, especially when I need it. But apparently not. I should’ve made that deal with interest because boy, 4 years can get you a lot.

And another thing. Have you noticed how people keep trying to make “mature” decisions because it’s simply what they want? These idiots aren’t mature. Heck, I don’t know any mature people. Everyone’s immature. I’m immature. I act like a freaking kid half the time but still, at least I admit it. Some people just go on trying to be mature and hurting the people around them without a care.

AND YET ANOTHER THING. How can people be so selfish especially when they want attention? Like one time, it was 7 in the morning and I was on the train to the city so you know, I may have been A LITTLE SLEEPY having woken up at 6. But still, my friends decided, hey! She’s not allowed to sleep! Let’s keep bugging her and THEN when she wakes up feeling all grumpy we’ll just rat her out for giving us attitude!

Oh and, what about the people that think their life is completely over because something bad, rated 3 on a scale of 1-10, and so they decide to live their life relating EVERYTHING THEY DO to the freaking “bad” event. And then, they continue complaining about it to their friends who sometimes get A LITTLE ANNOYED that they’re complaining about the same thing OVER AND OVER AND OVER >_______>” that sometimes people with little patience like me might get a little annoyed. Just a little. -.-”

Yep. Just some more idiotic things that piss me off.