Mandyball

I know her PM says "happy birthday brenda", but guess what? Surprise surprise, it's also her own birthday! So in celebration of Mandy getting another year closer to death, let's take a trip down memory land and bring back the good times. (This is Jenny Lam by the way. Whatever I say will be in THIS COLOUR from this point forward.)

In the (almost) four years of knowing you, one of my earliest (and fondest) memory of you was in Year 7, Mr C's English class, when you, Susan and I were doing our own very unique version of Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice. (And this is Theresa. I bags black for this post ^^)

Narrator: next is the not so handsome, not so rich Bassanio! Of course he’s going to choose the right ice cream because there’s only one left
Bassanio: knock knock knock
Narissa: get ready to meet your husband Portia! (opens door) hello, come in, come in! come right this way!
(walks to where Portia is)
Bassanio: hey dudette!
Portia: hey dude (turns to Narrisa) he’s cool
Narissa: (clicks tongue and rolls eyes)
Bassanio: so, whaddo I have to do
Portia: well, there’s only 1 ice cream left so you have to be my husband. Stuff the ice creams
Bassanio: can I still eat it though?
Portia: sure! Let’s share!
(both eat ice cream piggishly)
Narissa: I guess some people were just meant for each other! (sighs)

Remember that? I still ROFL so hard it hurts, reading that.

Oh, and remember that unsuccessful radio play we did?

Narrator- Ok…anyway, this show is only going to have 3 people liking this girl, but there’s one more character, Jack.
Jack- Wow! Piers looks wonderful…oohhh…I wish I looked like that…oohhh…
Narrator- Enough with the oohhhs man! But lets get to the point, Jack is…gay. No one knows this ugly secret, which is bad, because Jennifer…has feelings…for him…
Narrator: The kids are at Lockerville high school, *sound of playground* in the playground & …Adam is on duty. We’ll now listen to their conversation…
Jennifer- Hey guys, do you like my hair?
Piers: I like every single part of you and your body. *drools*

Back then when we were young and stupid, we thought we could end our play by all breaking into chorus and singing our stupid song about drugs. Only, when it was time to perform, everyone was too nervous and ended up staring at each other and coughing. God that was a disaster.

Then there was Year 8. Remember that stupid Snails play we did for French?

Hunter: Zat stupid chef iz always making me go and get ‘iz stupid snails. Bah!
[ Ninja Mailman Snail suddenly glides along in lightning snail speed ]
Hunter: OH MY GOD! OH MY BUDDHA! DON’T TELL ME. WAS zAT zE ULTRA RARE NINJA MAILMAN SNAIL??? I MUzT CATCH IT!!!
[ Tries running but trips over fibreglass snail ]
Hunter: HOLY SHEET METAL! IT IZ ZE RARE FIBREGLASS SNAIL!! I GOTTA GET THAT TOO!!!
[ takes out bazooka and aims at fibreglass snail. Rethinks ]
Hunter: hmm…. Too big, hardly any meat will be left …
[ takes out rifle ]
Hunter: Perfect!
[ Bang! Puts stunned fibreglass snail in sack ]
Hunter: one snail down, 2 species to go.

It seems that our early years are marked with stupid scripts and embarrassing plays. I still cringe every single time I think about that snail movie of ours.

Enough about school work. Remember the time when we still used to sit in front of the French Staffroom and were constantly pelted with cricket balls? You used to join us in attempts to rid of the cricket-guys (as we so often liked to call them). We collected a bunch of flower petals and climbed all the way up to the second floor of F-block and chucked them out in hopes that the people underneath would be scared off by a beautiful falling petals display. That obviously didn't help, but we've long been kicked out of that place and now sit on the silver benches against the F-block wall. That doesn't mean we don't get pelted by balls anymore though. We need a new method.

Tuesday afternoons with you is always something to look forward to. Whether it's our version of Uno, or trying to unsnap Sophie's bra, you're always a lot of fun to be around, and looking back at all the good times I've had with you, I can't help but to laugh. Only one more year and you can drive (and increase the risk of dying for everyone on the road ^^). Did you know it's LJ Hooker's birthday today? LOL just thought you should know.

And yes, have a very

BIG
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANDY :)

Doesn't that remind you of the card we (or Jenny Nguyen) wrote for you? If you look carefully, you'll notice that the letters get bigger and bigger in size, slant up towards the top of the page, and has a weirdo looking '^' thing in the middle of nowhere. Oh, and there's also only one signature because Jenny Nguyen thinks she represents the whole group. Don't be convinced by her.

Oh, and in case you were wondering why this post for you is titled 'Mandyball'... well, honestly, I have no idea. Ask Jenny.

My only defence is that it was the first thing that popped in my head when I thought of 'Mandy'. I have no idea why, I'm not even in your PE group. Anyways, you can blame Theresa for agreeing with it.

Mandy, enjoy being 15. We hope you like your present, and we love you!