<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:15:52.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dramamaamaa</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-6120413050574461476</id><published>2007-09-12T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T02:41:47.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Time- 4.30-6.00(latest)&lt;br /&gt;Venue: M4-04&lt;br /&gt;Things to bring: Your costumes. If your props too big or heavy, can don't bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to turn up... Our last year performing as 203... Must Jia You and do our best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-6120413050574461476?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6120413050574461476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=6120413050574461476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/6120413050574461476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/6120413050574461476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/09/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-1816581623408065080</id><published>2007-09-11T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T01:06:58.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;List of costumes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW:&lt;br /&gt;Scarf&lt;br /&gt;Dress/ shirt and skirt – smart-looking&lt;br /&gt;High heels&lt;br /&gt;Handbag&lt;br /&gt;Lots of jewelry (i.e. necklaces, bracelets, earrings with extra large jewels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM:&lt;br /&gt;Tattered clothes&lt;br /&gt;Hair tied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F:&lt;br /&gt;Suit&lt;br /&gt;Shirt + trousers&lt;br /&gt;Tie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daugh:&lt;br /&gt;Miniskirt over jeans&lt;br /&gt;t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;Hair let down + hairband&lt;br /&gt;High heels/ something bimbotic&lt;br /&gt;(Just think Sharpay, sand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter:&lt;br /&gt;Shirt and jeans&lt;br /&gt;Hair tied&lt;br /&gt;School shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor daughters:&lt;br /&gt;Tattered clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid:&lt;br /&gt;Lady-in-waiting costume&lt;br /&gt;iPod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspectors:&lt;br /&gt;James-Bond-cum-men-in-black suit&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policeman:&lt;br /&gt;Sherlock Holmes trench coat&lt;br /&gt;Magnifying glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newscaster:&lt;br /&gt;Anything formal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma:&lt;br /&gt;Older version of taitai clothes&lt;br /&gt;Those big earring and necklace and bracelet and rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai Tais:&lt;br /&gt;Taitai clothes&lt;br /&gt; jewelry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landlady:&lt;br /&gt;Wait till hanyi thinks of something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advert people:&lt;br /&gt;Tissue seller: school skirt and lady-in-waiting shirt&lt;br /&gt;Customer: shirt and floral skirt (like what miss soon usually wears, so you don’t need to change shirt – just roll up sleeves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Props&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1 – bullying scene&lt;br /&gt;Chair for RW&lt;br /&gt;Table for money&lt;br /&gt;Remote for TV&lt;br /&gt;Nat Geo magazine&lt;br /&gt;Book for RW&lt;br /&gt;Slippers and newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2 – poor family scene&lt;br /&gt;Rug for floor&lt;br /&gt;Buckets for rain water&lt;br /&gt;Mop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2.5 – monologue&lt;br /&gt;Box full of things&lt;br /&gt;Things inside box:&lt;br /&gt;Envelopes&lt;br /&gt;Old angel letters&lt;br /&gt;Photograph in identical photo frame or…&lt;br /&gt;Matching locket or something else that is identical&lt;br /&gt;If the box does not need to be identical, then I have.&lt;br /&gt;If not, then we need to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3 – police station&lt;br /&gt;1 table + 4 chairs for police station&lt;br /&gt;1 teacup&lt;br /&gt;Wonwon the dog&lt;br /&gt;Broom&lt;br /&gt;Pistols for the inspectors&lt;br /&gt;Magnifying glass for Kim&lt;br /&gt;wonwon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 4 – Father’s monologue&lt;br /&gt;$1 coin + tissue&lt;br /&gt;Stack of monopoly money&lt;br /&gt;Torchlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 5 – hawker centre&lt;br /&gt;Plate of food&lt;br /&gt;Tissue&lt;br /&gt;$1 coin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 6 – taitais&lt;br /&gt;Hankie for RW to cry&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses for taitais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 7 – news report&lt;br /&gt;Microphone – fake&lt;br /&gt;Teacup&lt;br /&gt;Newscaster script&lt;br /&gt;Instant noodles&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Who to bring what??&lt;br /&gt;RW: Costume, jewelry, book, handbag, hankie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;F: torchlight that has battery, envelopes, old angel letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Daugh: remote control (can be calculator)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ter: National Geographic magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Maid: broom and iPod, stack of money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;PM: 1 bucket, mop, tissue, envelopes, old angel letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Daughters: 1 bucket each, 1 plate of food, $1 coin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Policeman: Magnifying glass, teacup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Landlady: wonwon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Taitais: sunglasses, handbags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;News reporter: fake microphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Inspectors: instant noodle cup (with noodles still inside, meichun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box – yet to confirm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-1816581623408065080?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1816581623408065080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=1816581623408065080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/1816581623408065080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/1816581623408065080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/09/list-of-costumes-rw-scarf-dress-shirt.html' title=''/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-1359522274112786122</id><published>2007-09-09T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T03:18:53.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HELLO!!! JUST BRING YOUR COSTUME TOMORROW TO SHOW MR NG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos if it is not ok, the nxt lesson will be grading by ms suneeta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we will die if she has a problem with our costumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-1359522274112786122?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1359522274112786122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=1359522274112786122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/1359522274112786122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/1359522274112786122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-just-bring-your-costume-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-5861648049907650688</id><published>2007-09-08T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T18:36:10.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>Attendance: 12/16&lt;br /&gt;            3 excused&lt;br /&gt;            1 dunno why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change songs and rehearsed&lt;br /&gt;Added in a macdonalds advertisement part&lt;br /&gt;Not perfect yet but much better&lt;br /&gt;Bring costume if yu want to on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all and bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-5861648049907650688?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5861648049907650688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=5861648049907650688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/5861648049907650688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/5861648049907650688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/09/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-2890179935700612244</id><published>2007-09-07T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T01:09:13.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MUSIC&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1 – bullying scene&lt;br /&gt;NO MUSIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2 – poor family scene&lt;br /&gt;Winter Sonata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2.5 – monologue&lt;br /&gt;I am your angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3 – police station&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars main theme&lt;br /&gt;Schindlers’ list main theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 4 – Father’s monologue&lt;br /&gt;Macdonald’s advert&lt;br /&gt;Peiling’s jap song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 5 – hawker centre&lt;br /&gt;NO MUSIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 6 – taitais&lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 7 – news report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU RAISE ME UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-2890179935700612244?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2890179935700612244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=2890179935700612244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/2890179935700612244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/2890179935700612244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/09/music-scene-1-bullying-scene-no-music.html' title=''/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-1465059231064712771</id><published>2007-08-29T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T05:19:44.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MEETING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;VENUE: SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;DATE: FRIDAY OF SCHOOL HOLIDAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;TIME: 8AM - 12NN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;X-TRA INFO: HANYI WILL TRY TO BOOK AN AIRCON ROOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and yes sinying, in case you were wondering about the previous post, you will wear hair curlers!! YAY!!! hahahahahahahaahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the evil and VERY FUNNY amaris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-1465059231064712771?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1465059231064712771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=1465059231064712771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/1465059231064712771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/1465059231064712771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/meeting-venue-school-date-friday-of.html' title=''/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-6255760547654137163</id><published>2007-08-29T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T05:14:39.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i have sent you guys the new script, cos it will be very messy here. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So ya, check your emails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;here are the list of props we need:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Scene 1 – bullying scene&lt;br /&gt;Chair for RW&lt;br /&gt;Table with drawer for money&lt;br /&gt;Remote for TV&lt;br /&gt;Nat Geo magazine&lt;br /&gt;Slippers and newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Scene 2 – poor family scene&lt;br /&gt;Rug for floor&lt;br /&gt;Tattered blankets&lt;br /&gt;Instant noodle container&lt;br /&gt;Buckets for rain water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Scene 2.5 – monologue&lt;br /&gt;A torn photograph each for PM and Father&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Scene 3 – police station&lt;br /&gt;1 table + 4 chairs for police station&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;1 packet of sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 little container of milk&lt;br /&gt;1 cookie&lt;br /&gt;Wonwon the dog&lt;br /&gt;Broom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Scene 4 – Father’s monologue&lt;br /&gt;Stack of monopoly money&lt;br /&gt;Torchlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Scene 5 – hawker centre&lt;br /&gt;Plate of food&lt;br /&gt;Tissue&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate coin (the $1 coin)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 6 – taitais&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 7 – news report&lt;br /&gt;Microphone – fake&lt;br /&gt;Tea again&lt;br /&gt;Newscaster script&lt;br /&gt;Instant noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;List of costumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RW:&lt;br /&gt;Scarf&lt;br /&gt;Dress?&lt;br /&gt;High heels&lt;br /&gt;Handbag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM:&lt;br /&gt;Tattered clothes&lt;br /&gt;Hair tied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F:&lt;br /&gt;Suit&lt;br /&gt;Shirt + trousers&lt;br /&gt;Tie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daugh:&lt;br /&gt;Miniskirt over jeans&lt;br /&gt;t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;mini handbag&lt;br /&gt;Hair let down + hairband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter:&lt;br /&gt;Shirt and jeans&lt;br /&gt;Hair tied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor daughters:&lt;br /&gt;Tattered clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid:&lt;br /&gt;Lady-in-waiting costume&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses and iPod for first scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policeman and inspectors:&lt;br /&gt;Suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newscaster:&lt;br /&gt;Anything formal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma:&lt;br /&gt;Older version of taitai clothes&lt;br /&gt;Those big earring and necklace and bracelet and rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai Tais:&lt;br /&gt;Taitai clothes and jewellery&lt;br /&gt;Landlady:&lt;br /&gt;Bath robe&lt;br /&gt;Fuzzy furry slippers&lt;br /&gt;Hair curlers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-6255760547654137163?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6255760547654137163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=6255760547654137163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/6255760547654137163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/6255760547654137163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-sent-you-guys-new-script-cos-it.html' title=''/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-5328360592937924488</id><published>2007-08-28T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T07:37:37.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama meeting in Sep holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hello pple,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can you all pls post the dates when you are free and if you dun want everyone to know, can come and tell me personally. Sorry that I am taking up your September holiday time but we will make sure that the rehearsal would be as short as possible. Jia You for EOYs and Choral nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Han Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P.S. Study hard but dun mug?(is it spelt like that) must have confidence in yourself and a little entertainment would not harm you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-5328360592937924488?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5328360592937924488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=5328360592937924488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/5328360592937924488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/5328360592937924488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/drama-meeting-in-sep-holidays.html' title='Drama meeting in Sep holidays'/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-5463402317843491589</id><published>2007-08-21T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T05:35:45.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Scene 1(Father bullied by rich family)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RW: HONEY!! Get me my cup of chamomile tea! And where are my fuzzy furry slippers?? And get me my newspaper while you’re at it!(Father bustles away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Daugh: DADDY!!!! WHY is the TV remote out of battery again! Can you get some? Oh and you have not given me my pocket money yet!! And you have to give me some more money to buy a new bag. My bag is already 3 weeks old!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ter : yeah daddy, I need some money to buy chemistry and bio set, and an electronics set. Can you put it on my table? I am watching "An inconvenient truth" right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Father (still in working clothes, in a mess – necktie still on): sigh. Can’t you get the maid to do it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Maid: err... sir? Today my day off. Can you do it yourself? I am feeling very depressed. I miss my family. And can you get me some chocolate while you get m'am her chamomile tea? Thank you sir!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Father: Sigh. There is no love in this family, always ordering each other around… I wish… oh never mind… sigh. (Says to audience)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Scene 2 (poor family scene) - Rain sound and melancholy music (spotlight on PW)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Elder child: (Bring a bucket and put at a below an imaginary hole on the roof)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PM:&lt;br /&gt;Children, it's turned so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Children, it's past your bedtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You've played the day away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And soon it will be night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Children turn to look at her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Come to me, children, the light is fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't you see the evening star appearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Come to me, and rest against my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How fast the minutes fly away and every minute colder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Children come to her, sit next to her, and lean close to her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hurry near, another day is dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't you hear, the winter wind is crying?&lt;br /&gt;(let them lie down, cover them in the blankets lovingly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There's a darkness which comes without a warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But I will sing you lullabies and wake you in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;(Children asleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stares faraway and think deeply) It has been 15 years since your father went to Canada to work. He has been giving us money regularly, he must be doing well. (Turn head to another side) but we still have to struggle to live sufficiently, selling tissue, and newspapers…(Both spotlight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(lights must gradually come on and should be soft tone) one on father one on mother)(Monologue – or song – about missing her husband – than father continues) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(each person one stanza than chorus sing together, poor family lie still – sleeping, lights out at their corner, light shift to rich family)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Scene 3 (Entire stage light on) (Rich woman should be on stage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RW: (walks in in pyjamas, (Right wing to DSR) goes to drawer and shrieks.) Again! Another two hundred dollars gone! They are for my facial. Hng. Which idiot took them? It’s time to go to the police. (All- F and D and G walk out from right wing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ter: Mother, what’s happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RW: The money that I plan to use for facial is gone and this is not the first time. Come, darlings go with me to the police station!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Exit right wing)(Policeman should be ready DSC with a table and chair)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kim: Ahem, music please… (Superman music starts) welcome to the superman room, and superman is……..ME (do the superman hand sign. Walks to chair (SC)) my beloved chair, such a nice, comfortable chair. (Sits down and falls off, stands up) Bad Chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Knock, Knock)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kim: (adjust uniform pompously, clears throat tootly) Come in. (deep voice, trying to sound elegant) (Family sways in from right wing to stage center)Toot policeman: Good morning…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mr. F: I am Mr. Lee. And this is my wife. And these are my Daugh TerToot Policeman: you mean Daughters?Mr. F: No, my Daugh Ter. This is Daugh and this is Ter (points to daughter 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RW: This is Daugh Lee (pronounce dolly) and this is Ter Lee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;P: Good Morning Ms. Dolly! Good morning Ms. Ter Lee (pronounce as Mister Lee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ter Lee: ahem... it is Ms. ___ Ter____ Lee... not Mr. Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TP: But that's what I said! Ms. Ter Lee (pronounce Mister Lee again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ter Lee: oh never mind. Get on with the case!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RW: (puts handbag in front of Kim and covers her face) my money is stolen! As the policeman handpicked personally by me to solve this case, what are you going to do about it? (RW turns with her back to Kim immediately, looking defiant and impatient)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kim: (push bags down and attempt to get herself seen- tootly too) Well, well, well if you will just listen to me. How much was stolen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RW: well, $200 was stolen, and it was for my facial, I have no idea which idiot took it, but since you think you are superman or whatever, you had better solve this case or else you are so dead. Got it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kim: PAUSE! *silence* could you repeat? (Asked sheepishly) I haven’t got the form yet. (Tilts head to one side)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RW: OMG, what kind of working attitude is this, you ought to be sacked, I will complain to your superintendent. (Silence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kim: Well, if that’s your wish, I shall get them here immediately. (Pompous music) (Inspectors walk in)(SR to SC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Inspectors: Good afternoon madam, what can we do for you, Madam? We are awaiting your command, Madam. Please speak, Madam. We have no time Madam. Our friend is waiting for us to play mahjong madam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RW: (Stares disbelievingly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Inspectors: If you have nothing to say Madam. We are going, Madam. Have a pleasant journey home madam. Good Bye, Madam! (Pompous music) (Inspectors march out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RW: What kind of police station is this? Retard species of counter officer and two even more retarded inspectors. What is this world turning into? I am leaving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kim: (has been analyzing form thing for long time) WAIT! Wait, wait, I think I got the answer! (Pause dramatically, trying to create suspense) It is (hit table) YOUR maid! (Silence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Maid: (runs out (SL to SC)) What do you mean, huh?! How can you say this? You have no proof! Don’t believe him, ma’am! See? My ma’am is going to sue you if frame me again!! Watch out! I have ties with the other maids in Singapore! We will be out to get you if you do this again! Take this! (Takes feather duster and hits policeman repeatedly) Hng! (Maid out of stage)Kim: wah! So pretty that maid, I think I am in love…(Rich family walks to stage right, father lagging behind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich woman: complaining to herself: such a lousy police station. If it does not improve, I am so migrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Landlady pulling Poor woman into police station, poor children following behind) (DSL to DSC)Landlady: hng! You rubbish of society! You better pay up or I am going to sue you! It’s a shame for me to collect money from you, the trash of society! Even my darling Won Won looks down on you! Right, won won?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor mother: Please! We are already struggling to survive! I will pay you once my husband sends us money! Look! Here is the money we collected from selling tissue! (weeps some more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;F: (Looks up and sees PW) my wife! (Holds out hand, but instead covers face and runs away quickly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Landlady: (dog in hand) Hey policeman, this woman here cheated me of my money, it is already the end of the month and she still doesn’t want to pay her rent, throw her into prison, I want to sue her! (Turns to opposite side of policeman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PW: (crying and kind of like kneeling on the floor) Please, please don’t sue me; I still have to take care of my two children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Policeman: PAUSE! *silence* could the both of you repeat? (Asked sheepishly) I haven’t got the form yet. (Tilts head to one side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Landlady: WHAT? What kind of working attitude is this? Forget it! (to PM) I’ll let you off this time. But I want the rent by next week, UNDERSTOOD?? Come, Won Won, don’t be frightened, they are JUST rubbish, after all. (stomps off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(poor family walks slowly to living room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Youngest child: mom, don’t worry, I can always stop school, big sis can teach me! And we can help you sell tissue! And… and… we can just eat plain porridge from now on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest child: yes! Don’t worry! I can go get a part time job at a factory or something! And we’ll be able to live comfortably!(lights fade on them – Schindler’s list)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Scene 4:(lights on rich family watching TV)&lt;br /&gt;Macdonald’s advertisement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter: you know, according to MY calculations, 7% of $1 is not even 20 cents. In fact, it is just a mere 7cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Daugh: whatever, geek. But that girl’s dress is kinda out of fashion, don’t you think? That was so totally from last season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Father walks away from living room to stage center)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: sigh. I am here living comfortably, yet they are out there, in this cold, dark, night, surviving on money collected from selling tissue. Hmm. I have to end this. But what choice do I have? I have no high-paying job. I can only steal, and steal. Nothing better than a thief. And living with a woman whom I have no feelings for! I shall have to think of a better way. But… one more time won’t hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(father stealthily steals money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Daugh: (Enter left wing, turn in a circle without knowledge of father) Hey! What do you think you are doing? (Stares at father) Ohhh….now I know what’s happening. You stole the money, didn’t you? How could you do this to mum? (Looks drama, walks around in a circle, suddenly turns back to look at father)(Smiles coyly) but I can keep a secret, (examines fingernails) but I need some incentives (looks up suddenly – does the money hand sign) judging from what you are doing, should not be a problem, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;F: (take out a cash note and gives it to her reluctantly, follows her back to living room)&lt;br /&gt;(in living room)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Daugh: sigh, I need some money to go buy a new dress. There’s one at Zara… very nice…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RW: no honey, you already have like 20 dresses from ZARA, not to mention 10 from Chanel and…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Daugh: ahem (looks at father)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;F: (hurriedly) its ok, honey, no number of dresses will be enough for our darling little angel (reluctantly gives cash, refuses to let go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Daugh: (gives irritated look and snatches money, then smiles smugly, in fake angelic voice) Thank you, daddy! Oh mummy, would you like to go shopping today, family bonding time (sarcastic and looks at father evilly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RW: Oh sure! Wait for me I’ll go and get ready! (Exit right wing)(F and daughter stand stage centre looking impatient with frequent reference to his watch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RW: (sashays in (SR) with handbag and scarf. Put hand through F) Sorry, darlings. Keep you all waiting long hur?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ter : It’s all right mummy, we don’t mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Daugh: You don’t mind, I mind. Oh whatever, like we’ve been waiting for 30 minutes. So short huh? (Sarcastically)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RW: oh don’t be so petty!(Whole family walks to stage center together, sits down on tables and chairs, Lingxin reading an encyclopedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RW: Let’s grab some food, wow; it’s been a long time since I last came to a hawker center! (Fans herself with tissue paper) but it is so warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Daugh: Oh, like why a hawker center out of all places, all the low-class people! Sheesh! Why not go to Secret Recipe or Delifrance or something? If you really want something local, just go to Ya Kun Kaya Toast!  (Waiter comes with food, accidentally spills on Daugh) AHHHH!!!! EWW!! WHAT is THIS?? TISSUE please, someone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PW: (selling tissue, waving to audience) Please take pity on me, help me buy some tissue). Oh here! You need some?? Please help me buy some tissue! (Walks over to rich family, heads bowed) please help me buy some tissue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RW: Ok lah (Gives one dollar to her and took tissue paper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PW: Sorry, price increased, $1.20, I am so sorry (Raised head and saw F)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PW: Darling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RW: “Darling”???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PW: weren’t you in Canada working??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RW: you talking to MY HUSBAND??PW: YOUR husband? Wait… WHAT?? What’s happening??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: oh I know what’s happening! You are wasting my precious time. Now just take your money and get lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(F ignore RW)F to PW: Oh, darling I am so sorry. Please forgive me for leaving you. I wasn’t in Canada; I married this lady just to give you the money. I promise I won’t leave you ever again. (Move in front, hold hands a look at audience)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RW: (shrieks immediately, stands up and walk over to them) F, how could you! How could you do this to us, you mean you married me for money, not because you loved me, huh! I will never forgive you! (Walks up to PW and slaps her) You! You slut! You destroyed my happy marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;F: RW (turns and stare at her), how could you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RW: (slaps him) you were going to be the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;F: I am VERY sorry; RW, but I really had no other choice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RW: Hng! (Runs to left wing) we are DIVORCED, as of, (looks at watch) NOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;D: (Runs after her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Father and PF walks out to left wing) (No clearing of props)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Scene 5:(RW sobbing in down stage right with two tais tais in front of her, all sitting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RW: And so (sob) he left me (sob) just like that. How can he (sob) be so cruel? (Continue sobbing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Friend 1: (puts hand around her) its okay, this kind of guy is better of gone. He is not worthy. Don’t beat yourself up over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Friend 2: That’s right. You know my husband, my previous, previous, previous husband left me just like that too, it’s normal, and this is how it goes for pitiful women like us.(Sobbing, grandmother walks in) (DSL to DSC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;G: It’s ok, darling. You must learn to forgive and forget. You are so rich anyway, he probably only took, like, 0.000000001% of your money. Forget about him, and go look for a nice man to remarry. You are still young after all, only 40…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Friend 1: Ya! Come on; let’s get you some birds’ nest soup to calm yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Friend 2: Yup! And we can play some mahjong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Friend 1: or watch some Korean serial dramas…Friend 2: or go to the health and massage spa… or go shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Friend 1: or if you like, we can watch the GWW channel…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Friend 1 and 2: The Gossip World for Women!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Friend 2: apparently, today they are doing a programme on (choose some stuff to talk about)(they walk out stage right) (Lights off)(Lights on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Scene 6 Father, poor mother and 2 children, sit together in the center of the stage, watching TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;F: I'll go prepare dinner (instant noodles). (Stands up and walk to the side) (Throughout the entire news, slowly walk back and should reach when the news ends)Sudden news report inside cardboard box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;News caster: welcome to the 9 o’clock news on Channel News World. On today’s news, Princess Mia of Genova dumps snails into the Genovian bay to stop an eco-disaster. Nanyang Girls’ High School student, Chipmunk Lee Mao Mao, has emerged as top student in this year’s O level results, with 11 A1s. Last but not least, local tycoon, Madam Wee, has unfortunately just passed away this afternoon. Madam Wee was found unconscious by 2 of her friends, and her elderly mother in her mansion at Linden Drive earlier this afternoon. Police have classified it as unnatural death, and suicide has not been ruled out. Ms Mind-other’s-business with more information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Reporter: we are here with Mr. Toot police&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Toot police: Ahem… (push up glasses)… it is apparent, that Madam Wee is dead… ahem… and… ahem… she apparently, (push up glasses again) died of food poisoning… ahem… she… apparently swallowed 500 sleeping pills, and… hey what’s this thing (points at microphone) ohh… (Pushes it) hee hee hee… so funny!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Reporter pushes Toot police out of screen irritated and composes herself: And now we are here with Mdm Wee’s closest 2 friends…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friend 1: we were going to play mahjong with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friend 2: so we came to her house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friend 1: but her mother said she had been sleeping since 2pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friend 2: but we knew that she never takes a nap for more than an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friend 1: yah, she thinks it will make her fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friend 2: so then we went to her room… and… and (starts to sob)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friend 1: (breaks down also) she had eaten (sob) 4 bottles (sob) of pills…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Reporter: Madam Wee’s mother was too distraught to be interviewed, but managed to say a few words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Grandmother: Rich woman!! (Sob) Rich woman!! (Sob)… she left… everything… (Sob) to him… (Sob)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Reporter: Madam Wee has willed all her inheritance to her ex-husband, Mr. ________, whom she divorced earlier today. Her motive for turning to suicide is still unclear. This has been Ms. Mind-other’s-business reporting live on Channel News World.(Father stares in unbelief at the screen. Drops food and gasps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: but how? Because of me? How could this have happened?&lt;br /&gt;(kneels on floor dramatically, and covers face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family rushes over to comfort him. End off – Schindler’s list   Lights out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-5463402317843491589?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5463402317843491589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=5463402317843491589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/5463402317843491589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/5463402317843491589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/scene-1father-bullied-by-rich-family-rw.html' title=''/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-4353945225372350790</id><published>2007-08-20T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T07:20:34.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shall post edited script tomorrow. erm. i think the part - the monologue? both of them singing a bit obvious. but can be PM singing about missing father, Father singing about his reflections on stealing RW's money. then when PM sing, lights on PM, father lights dim, and vice versa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-4353945225372350790?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4353945225372350790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=4353945225372350790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/4353945225372350790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/4353945225372350790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/shall-post-edited-script-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-7455041856057829581</id><published>2007-08-20T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T06:29:13.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pls give comments by thurs and dun print first thank you</title><content type='html'>Stage plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down stage left- poor family&lt;br /&gt;Furniture: A rag (old and dirty) on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down stage right- rich family&lt;br /&gt;Furniture: Sofa? , TV set Chair and preferably a table if possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SC: all action&lt;br /&gt;1. Police station&lt;br /&gt;Furniture: A table and chair (light)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hawker centre&lt;br /&gt;Furniture: Foldable table and maybe 4 chairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Superman music&lt;br /&gt;Rain&lt;br /&gt;Knock knock (can record ourselves if possible)&lt;br /&gt;Sad music for F and PW monologue&lt;br /&gt;Sad music for the ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Both families should be on stage to minimize walking in and out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Spotlight on rich family side)(Rich family should be in and in position)- Rich woman on a chair reading something, two rich kid sitting watching TV) (Maid ready at stage right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1(Father bullied by rich family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: HONEY!! Get me my cup of chamomile tea! And where are my fuzzy furry slippers?? And get me my newspaper while you’re at it!&lt;br /&gt;(Father bustles away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 1: DADDY!!!! WHY is the TV remote out of battery again! Can you get some? Oh and you have not given me my pocket money yet!! And you have to give me some more money to buy a new bag. My bag is already 3 weeks old!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 2: yeah daddy, I need some money to buy chemistry and bio set, and an electronics set. Can you put it on my table? I am watching "An inconvenient truth" now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father (still in working clothes, in a mess): sigh. Can’t you get the maid to do it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid: err... sir? Today my day off. Can you do it yourself? I am feeling very depressed. I miss my family. And can you get me some chocolate while you get m'am her chamomile tea? Thank you sir!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: Sigh. There is no love in this family, always ordering each other around… (Says to audience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2 (poor family scene) - Rain sound and melancholy music (spotlight on PW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder child: (Bring a bucket and put at a below an imaginary hole on the roof)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM: (Walks out with 3 cup noodles) Come and eat dinner, _________ and ______.&lt;br /&gt;(While eating, stares faraway and think deeply) It has been 15 years since your father went to Canada to work. He has been giving us money regularly, he must be doing well. (Turn head to another side) but we still have to struggle to live sufficiently. Sorry children, mummy’s not able to give you a good life, you still have to sell tissue with mummy… (Cry)(Sad song about their sad state and poverty – very soft)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughters: Don’t cry mum, it’s not your fault; we are a family after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM: sigh, your father is still in Canada. It has been 15 long, sorrowful years. But at least he is doing well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Both spotlight (lights must gradually come on and should be soft tone) one on father one on mother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Monologue – or song – about missing her husband – than father continues) (each person one stanza than chorus sing together, meet at SC but conveying the same message about how much they miss and longed for each other without really seeing each other)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After the scene, poor woman and children bows head and try not to move if cannot than out of stage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3 (Entire stage light on) (Rich woman should be on stage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: (walks in in pyjamas, (Right wing to DSR) goes to drawer and shrieks.) Again! Another two hundred dollars gone! They are for my facial. Hng. Which idiot took them? It’s time to go to the police. (All- F and D and G walk out from right wing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 2: Mother, what’s happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: The money that I plan to use for facial is gone and this is not the first time. Come, darlings go with me to the police station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Exit right wing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Policeman should be ready DSC with a table and chair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Ahem, music please… (Superman music starts) welcome to the superman room, and superman is……..ME (do the superman hand sign. Walks to chair (SC)) my beloved chair, such a nice, comfortable chair. (Sits down and falls off, stands up) Bad Chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Knock, Knock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: (adjust uniform pompously, clears throat tootly) Come in. (deep voice, trying to sound elegant) (Family sways in from right wing to stage center)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toot policeman: Good morning…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. F: I am Mr. Lee. And this is my wife. And these are my Daugh Ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toot Policeman: you mean Daughters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. F: No, my Daugh Ter. This is Daugh and this is Ter (points to daughter 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: This is Daugh Lee (pronounce dolly) and this is Ter Lee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Good Morning Ms. Dolly! Good morning Ms. Ter Lee (pronounce as Mister Lee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter Lee: ahem... it is Ms. ___ Ter____ Lee... not Mr. Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TP: But that's what I said! Ms. Ter Lee (pronounce Mister Lee again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter Lee: oh never mind. Get on with the case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: (puts handbag in front of Kim and covers her face) my money is stolen! As the policeman handpicked personally by me to solve this case, what are you going to do about it? (RW turns with her back to Kim immediately, looking defiant and impatient)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: (push bags down and attempt to get herself seen- tootly too) Well, well, well if you will just listen to me. How much was stolen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: (Long speech, speaks quickly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: PAUSE! *silence* could you repeat? (Asked sheepish-less) I haven’t got the form yet. (Tilts head to one side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: OMG, what kind of working attitude is this, you ought to be sacked, I will complain to your superintendent. (Silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Well, if that’s your wish, I shall get them here immediately. (Pompous music) (Inspectors walk in)(SR to SC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspectors: Good afternoon madam, what can we do for you, Madam? We are awaiting your command, Madam. Please speak, Madam. We have no time Madam. Our friend is waiting for us to play mahjong madam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: (Stares disbelievingly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspectors: If you have nothing to say Madam. We are going, Madam. Have a pleasant journey home madam. Good Bye, Madam! (Pompous music) (Inspectors march out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: What kind of police station is this? Retard species of counter officer and two even more retarded inspectors. What is this world turning into? I am leaving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: (has been analyzing form thing for long time) WAIT! Wait, wait, I think I got the answer! (Pause dramatically, trying to create suspense) It is (hit table) YOUR maid! (Silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid: (runs out (SL to SC)) What do you mean, huh?! How can you say this? You have no proof! Don’t believe him, ma’am! See? My ma’am is going to sue you if frame me again!! Watch out! I have ties with the other maids in Singapore! We will be out to get you if you do this again! Take this! (Takes feather duster and hits policeman repeatedly) Hng! (Maid out of stage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: wah! So pretty that maid, I think I am in love…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rich family walks to stage right, father lagging behind) (Landlady pulling Poor woman into police station, poor children following behind) (DSL to DSC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: (Looks up and sees PW) my wife! (Holds out hand but run away quickly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landlady: (dog in hand) Hey policeman, this woman here cheated me of my money, it is already the end of the month and she stills don’t want to pay her rent, throw her into prison, I want to sue her! (Turns to opposite side of policeman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW: (crying and kind of like kneeling on the floor) Please, please don’t sue me; I still have to take care of my two children! I am already trying my best to sell as much tissue as I could, but my husband have not send me the money yet, please just give me some grace period, I promise I would return you the money. Please, Please (cry hardly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policeman: PAUSE! *silence* could the both of you repeat? (Asked sheepish-less) I haven’t got the form yet. (Tilts head to one side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest child: mum! Sorry Mr. Policeman, but my mum is speaking the truth, we will surely return the money to the landlady as soon as possible, please don’t throw my mum into the prison, we have been trying our best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landlady: wow, what a touching scene. Hng. I shall let you off this time, but I want the rent by next week! Well, what can you expect from the rubbish of society?? It’s good that Singapore has arguably the biggest landfill in the world….It’s a disgrace to me to collect money from rubbish. Even my darling WonWon looks down on you all. Right wonwon? (Turns to dog). Right (walks off)&lt;br /&gt;(Another sad song - Schindler’s list?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(All exits, DSC to Left wing, all SC props cleared)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 4:&lt;br /&gt;(Dim lights)&lt;br /&gt;(Father walks in from left wing, goes to drawer at down stage left. Creep stealthily, halfway through...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 1: (Enter left wing, turn in a circle without knowledge of father) Hey! What do you think you are doing? (Stares at father) Ohhh….now I know what’s happening. You stole the money, didn’t you? How could you do this to mum? (Looks drama, walks around in a circle, suddenly turns back to look at father)(Smiles coyly) but I can keep a secret, (examines fingernails) but I need some incentives (looks up suddenly – does the money hand sign) judging from what you are doing, should not be a problem, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: (take out a cash note and gives it to her reluctantly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Daughter leaves from stage right, father stays on stage and look sad and tired, heads bent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lights brighten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family enters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 2: sigh, I need some money to go buy a new dress. There’s one at Zara… very nice…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: no honey, you already have like 20 dresses from ZARA, not to mention 10 from Chanel and…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: ahem (looks at father)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: (hurriedly) its ok, honey, no number of dresses will be enough for our darling little angel (reluctantly gives cash, refuses to let go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: (gives irritated look and snatches money, then smiles smugly, in fake angelic voice) Thank you, daddy! Oh mummy, would you like to go shopping today, family bonding time (sarcastic and looks at father evilly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: Oh sure! Wait for me I go and get ready! (Exit right wing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(F and daughter stand stage centre looking impatient with frequent reference to his watch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: (sashays in (SR) with handbag and scarf. Put hand through F) Sorry, darlings. Keep you all waiting long hur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 1: It’s all right mummy, we don’t mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 2: You don’t mind, I mind. Oh whatever, like we’ve been waiting for 30 minutes. So short huh? (Sarcastically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: oh never mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whole family walks to stage center together, sits down on tables and chairs, Lingxin reading an encyclopedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: Let’s grab some food, wow; it’s been a long time since I last came to a hawker center! (Fans herself with tissue paper) but it is so warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy: Oh, like why a hawker center out of all places, all the low-class people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: ah, the food is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Starts eating imaginarily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Poor children selling tissue at SC, behind the rich family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW: (selling tissue, waving to audience) Please take pity on me, help me buy some tissue). Please help me buy some tissue! (Walks over to rich family, heads bowed) please help me buy some tissue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: Ok lah (Gives one dollar to her and took tissue paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW: Sorry, price increased, $1.20, I am so sorry (Raised head and saw F)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW: Darling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: “Darling”???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW: weren’t you in Canada working??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: you talking to MY HUSBAND??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW: YOUR husband? He’s MY husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(F ignore RW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F to PW: Oh, darling I am so sorry. Please forgive me for leaving you. I wasn’t in Canada; I married this lady just to give you the money. I promise I won’t leave you ever again. (Move in front, hold hands a look at audience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: (shrieks immediately, stands up and walk over to them) F, how could you! How could you do this to us, you mean you married me for money, not because you loved me, huh! I will never forgive you! (Walks up to PW and slaps her) You! You slut! You destroyed my happy marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: RW (turns and stare at her), how could you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: (slaps him) you were going to be the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: I am VERY sorry; RW, but I really had no other choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: Hng! (Runs to left wing) we are DIVORCED, as of, (looks at watch) NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: (Runs after her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Father and PF walks out to left wing) (No clearing of props)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 5:&lt;br /&gt;(RW sobbing in down stage right with two tais tais in front of her, all sitting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: And so (sob) he left me (sob) just like that. How can he (sob) be so cruel? (Continue sobbing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: (puts hand around her) its okay, this kind of guy is better of gone. He is not worthy. Don’t beat yourself up over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: That’s right. You know my husband, my previous, previous, previous husband left me just like that too, it’s normal, and this is how it goes for pitiful women like us.(Sobbing, grandmother walks in) (DSL to DSC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: It’s ok, darling. You must learn to forgive and forget. You are so rich anyway, he probably only took, like, 0.000000001% of your money. Forget about him, and go look for a nice man to remarry. You are still young after all, only 40…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: Ya! Come on; let’s get you some birds’ nest soup to calm yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: Yup! And we can play some mahjong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: or watch some Korean serial dramas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: or go to the health and massage spa… or go shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: or if you like, we can watch the GWW channel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 and 2: The Gossip World for Women!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: apparently, today they are doing a programme on (choose some stuff to talk about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(they walk out stage right) (Lights off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lights on)&lt;br /&gt;Scene 6 (Hawker center)*no TV at home&lt;br /&gt;Father, poor mother and 2 children, sit together in the center of the stage, watching TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: I go and buy food. (Stands up and walk to the side) (Throughout the entire news, slowly walk back and should reach when the news ends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudden news report inside cardboard box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News caster: welcome to the 9 o’clock news on Channel News World. On today’s news, Princess Mia of Genova dumps snails into the Genovian bay to stop an eco-disaster. Nanyang Girls’ High School student, ________, has emerged as top student in this year’s O level results, with 11 A1s. Last but not least, local tycoon, Madam Wee, has unfortunately just passed away this afternoon. Madam Wee was found unconscious by 2 of her friends, and her elderly mother in her mansion at Linden Drive earlier this afternoon. Police have classified it as unnatural death, and suicide has not been ruled out. _______ with more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: we are here with Mr. Toot police&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toot police: Ahem… (push up glasses)… it is apparent, that Madam Wee is dead… ahem… and… ahem… she apparently, (push up glasses again) died of food poisoning… ahem… she… apparently swallowed 500 sleeping pills, and… hey what’s this thing (points at microphone) ohh… (Pushes it) hee hee hee… so funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;Reporter pushes Toot police out of screen irritated and composes herself: And now we are here with Mdm Wee’s closest 2 friends…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: we were going to play mahjong with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: so we came to her house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: but her mother said she had been sleeping since 2pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: but we knew that she never takes a nap for more than an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: yah, she thinks it will make her fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: so then we went to her room… and… and (starts to sob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: (breaks down also) she had eaten (sob) 4 bottles (sob) of pills…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: Madam Wee’s mother was too distraught to be interviewed, but managed to say a few words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother: Rich woman!! (Sob) Rich woman!! (Sob)… she left… everything… (Sob) to him… (Sob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: Madam Wee has willed all her inheritance to her ex-husband, Mr. ________, whom she divorced earlier today. Her motive for turning to suicide is still unclear. This has been ________ reporting live on Channel News World.&lt;br /&gt;(Father stares in unbelief at the screen. 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/8783696812518182989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/8783696812518182989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/shall.html' title=''/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-1661659263600479358</id><published>2007-08-04T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T18:24:55.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Scene 1 (poor family scene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM: (goes to letterbox (USC) and takes out an envelope, she opens it and found another stack of money, smiles and walks back to house (SL). It has been 15 years since your father went to Canada to work. He has been giving us money regularly, he must be doing well. (Turn head to another side) but we still have to struggle to live sufficiently. (sad song about their sad state and poverty – very short)(Lights off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2(Father bullied by rich family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: HONEY!! Get me my cup of chamomile tea! and where are my fuzzy furry slippers?? And get me my newspaper while you’re at it!&lt;br /&gt;(father bustles away)&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 1: DADDY!!!! WHY is the TV remote out of battery again! Can you get some? Oh and you have not given me my pocket money yet!! And you have to give me some more money to buy a new bag. My bag is already 3 weeks old!!&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 2: yeah daddy, I need some money to buy a chemistry and bio set, and an electronics set. can you put it on my table? i am watching "An inconvenient truth" now&lt;br /&gt;Father (still in working clothes, in a mess): sigh. Can’t you get the maid to do it??&lt;br /&gt;Maid: err... sir? today my day off. can you do it yourself? i am feeling very depressed. i miss my family. and can you get me some chocolate while you get m'am her camomile tea? thank you sir!!&lt;br /&gt;Father: Sigh. There is no love in this family, always ordering each other around…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3&lt;br /&gt;PM misses her husband who is in Canada working.&lt;br /&gt;PM: sigh, he is still in Canada. It has been 15 long, sorrowful years. But at least he is doing well… (Monologue – or song – about missing her husband – very short also, so don’t worry, lan xin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 4&lt;br /&gt;Father’s monologue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 5&lt;br /&gt;RW: (walks in in pyjamas, (DSR to DSC) goes to drawer and shrieks.) Again! Another two hundred dollars gone! They are for my facial. Hng. Which idiot took them? It’s time to go to the police.(All- F and D and G walk out) (DSR to DSC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 2: Mother, what’s happen?RW: The money that I plan to use for facial is gone and this is not the first time. Come, darlings go with me to the police station!(Lights out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 6(Lights on)(Kim march in looking toot and flustered) (DSR to DSC)Kim: Ahem, music please… (superman music starts) welcome to the superman room, and superman is……..ME (do the superman hand sign. Walks to chair (SC)) My beloved chair, such a nice, comfortable chair. (sits down and falls off, stands up) Bad Chair(Knock,Knock) (SL)Kim: (adjust uniform pompously, clears throat tootly) Come in. (deep voice, trying to sound elegant)(Family sways in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toot policeman: Good morning…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. F: I am Mr Lee. And this is my wife. And these are my Daugh Ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toot Policeman: you mean Daughters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. F: No, my Daugh Ter. This is Daugh and this is Ter (points to daughter 2)&lt;br /&gt;RW: This is Daugh Lee (pronoune dolly) and this is Ter Lee!!T&lt;br /&gt;P: Good Morning Ms. Dolly! Good morning Ms. Ter Lee (pronounce as Mister Lee)&lt;br /&gt;Ter Lee: ahem... it is Ms. ___ Ter____ Lee... not Mr. Lee&lt;br /&gt;TP: But that's what i said! Ms. Ter Lee (pronouce Mister Lee again)&lt;br /&gt;Ter Lee: oh never mind. Get on with the case!&lt;br /&gt;RW: (puts handbag in front of Kim and covers her face) My money is stolen! As the policeman handpicked personally by me to solve this case, what are you going to do about it?(RW turns with her back to Kim immediately, looking defiant and impatient)&lt;br /&gt;Kim: (push bags down and attempt to get herself seen- tootly too) Well, well, well if you will just listen to me. How much was stolen?&lt;br /&gt;RW: (Long speech, speaks quickly.)&lt;br /&gt;Kim: PAUSE! *silence* Could you repeat? (asked sheepish-less) I haven’t got the form yet. (tilts head to one side)&lt;br /&gt;RW: OMG, what kind of working attitude is this, you ought to be sacked, I will complain to your superintendent.(silence)&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Well, if that’s your wish, I shall get them here immediately.(Pompous music) (Inspectors walk in)(SR to SC)&lt;br /&gt;Inspectors: Good afternoon madam, what can we do for you, Madam? We are awaiting your command, Madam. Please speak, Madam. We have no time Madam. Our friend is waiting for us to play mahjong madam.&lt;br /&gt;RW: (Stares disbelievingly)&lt;br /&gt;Inspectors: If you have nothing to say Madam. We are going, Madam. Have a pleasant journey home madam. Good Bye, Madam!(Pompous music) (Inspectors march out)&lt;br /&gt;RW: What kind of police station is this? Retard species of counter officer and two even more retarded inspectors. What is this world turning into? I am leaving!&lt;br /&gt;Kim: (has been analyzing form thing for long time) WAIT! Wait, wait, I think I got the answer! (Pause dramatically, trying to create suspense) It is (hit table) YOUR maid! (silence)&lt;br /&gt;Maid: (runs out (SL to SC))What do you mean, huh?! How can you say this? You have no proof! Don’t believe him, ma’am! See? My ma’am is going to sue you if frame me again!! Watch out! I have ties with the other maids in Singapore! We will be out to get you if you do this again! Take this! (Takes feather duster and hits policeman repeatedly) Hng!(All walks out leaving policeman, sitting daze at his table)&lt;br /&gt;Kim: wah! So pretty that maid, I think I am in love…(Lights out)&lt;br /&gt;Scene 7:PM: sigh, it is already end of the month, yet your father has not sent us money yet… at this rate, we will not be able to pay for the rent, let alone, send ______ (name of youngest daughter) to school!!&lt;br /&gt;Oldest child: mum! Don’t worry, she needs not go to school! We can teach her! And I can drop out of secondary school to earn some money as a cashier or something! Don’t give up hope mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landlady: (walks in with dog in hand) (SR to SC) wow, what a touching scene. But, that doesn’t matter. Do you have the rent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM: my husband has not sent us money yet! But don’t worry! I will pay you soon… can you come back next week?&lt;br /&gt;Landlady: hng. Well, what can you expect from the rubbish of society?? It’s good that Singapore has arguably the biggest landfill in the world….It’s a disgrace to me to collect money from rubbish. Even my darling WonWon looks down on you all. Right wonwon? (turns to dog). Right (walks off)&lt;br /&gt;(Another sad song - Schindler’s list?)&lt;br /&gt;Scene 8:&lt;br /&gt;(Father walks in from down stage right, goes to drawer at down stage left. Creep stealthily, halfway through...)Daughter 1: Hey! (Lights bright) (SC to DSC) What do you think you are doing? (stares at father) Ohhh….now I know what’s happening. You stole the money, didn’t you?. How could you do this to mum? (Looks drama, walks around in a circle, suddenly turns back to look at father)&lt;br /&gt;(smiles coyly) but I can keep a secret, (examines fingernails) but I need some incentives (looks up suddenly – does the money hand sign) judging from what you are doing, should not be a problem, huh?F: (take out a cash note and gives it to her reluctantly)(Lights dim – they leave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family enters&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 2: sigh, I need some money to go buy a new dress. There’s one at Zara… very nice…&lt;br /&gt;RW: no honey, you already have like 20 dresses from ZARA, not to mention 10 from Chanel and…&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: ahem (looks at father)&lt;br /&gt;F: (hurriedly) its ok, honey, no number of dresses will be enough for our darling little angel (reluctantly gives cash, refuses to let go)&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: (gives irritated look and snatches money, then smiles smugly, in fake angelic voice) Thank you, daddy!&lt;br /&gt;(lights out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 9:(Lights on)&lt;br /&gt;(F and daughter stand stage centre looking impatient with frequent reference to his watch)&lt;br /&gt;RW: (sashays in (SR) with handbag and scarf. Put hand through F) Sorry, darlings. Keep you all waiting long hur?&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 1: It’s all right mummy, we don’t mind.&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 2: You don’t mind, I mind. Oh whatever, like we’ve been waiting for 30 minutes. So short huh? (Sarcastically)&lt;br /&gt;RW: oh never mind, (put free hand through daughter 1)(Whole family walks of stage right together)(Walk in again from stage right)(Poor family enters from stage left, sits on the centre floor begging, heads bowed)(RW family notice PW family. However, with their heads bowed, F didn’t recognize PW)&lt;br /&gt;F: Let’s donate some money to them. Look at them, so pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;RW: Oh, like I care? (Walks forward, drops a coin.)(Poor woman reach out to pick, RW steps on the coin when she is just about to pick it up.)&lt;br /&gt;RW: Oh! Sorry, I just dropped it by accident (sarcastic) Trash of society (kick PW)(PW children stood up looking very fierce. PW looks up, shosked.)&lt;br /&gt;PW: Darling? (gets up)&lt;br /&gt;RW: “Darling”???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW: weren’t you in Canada working??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: you talking to MY HUSBAND??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW: YOUR husband? He’s MY husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW and PW at the same time: He is MY husband!!!&lt;br /&gt;F to PW: Oh, darling I am so sorry. Please forgive me for leaving you. I wasn’t in Canada, I married this lady just to give you the money. I promise I won’t leave you ever again. You are the only woman in my heart, the stars shimmer in your eyes and my whole world revolves around you.&lt;br /&gt;RW: (shrieks immediately) F, how could you! How could you do this to us, you mean you married me for money, not because you loved me, huh! I will never forgive you! (Walks up to PW and slaps her) You! You slut! You destroyed my happy marriage.&lt;br /&gt;F: RW (turns and stare at her), how could you?&lt;br /&gt;RW: (slaps him) you were going to be the next.&lt;br /&gt;F: I am VERY sorry, RW, but I really had no other choice!&lt;br /&gt;RW: Hng! (Runs to left wing) We are DIVORCED, as of, (looks at watch) NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;D: (Runs after her) (Lights off)Scene 10:(Lights on)(RW sobbing in down stage centre with two tais tais in front of her)&lt;br /&gt;RW: And so (sob) he left me (sob) just like that. How can he (sob) be so cruel? (Continue sobbing)&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: (puts hand around her) its okay, this kind of guy is better of gone. He is not worthy. Don’t beat yourself up over it.&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: That’s right. You know my husband, my previous, previous, previous husband left me just like that too, it’s normal, and this is how it goes for pitiful women like us.(Sobbing, grandmother walks in) (DSL to DSC)&lt;br /&gt;G: It’s ok, darling. You must learn to forgive and forget. You are so rich anyway, he probably only took, like, 0.000000001% of your money. Forget about him, and go look for a nice man to remarry. You are still young after all, only 40…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: Ya! Come on, let’s get you some birds’ nest soup to calm yourself&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: Yup! And we can play some mahjong&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: or watch some Korean serial dramas…&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2:or go to the health and massage spa… or go shopping&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: or if you like, we can watch the GWW channel…&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 and 2: The Gossip World for Women!!!&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: apparently, today they are doing a programme on (choose some stuff to talk about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(they walk out stage right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 11&lt;br /&gt;Father, poor mother and 2 children, sit together in the center of the stage, watching TV&lt;br /&gt;Sudden news report inside cardboard box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News caster: welcome to the 9 o’clock news on Channel News World. On today’s news, Princess Mia of Genova dumps snails into the Genovian bay to stop an eco-disaster. Nanyang Girls’ High School student, ________, has emerged as top student in this year’s O level results, with 11 A1s. Last but not least, local tycoon, Madam Wee, has unfortunately just passed away this afternoon. Madam Wee was found unconscious by 2 of her friends, and her elderly mother in her mansion at Linden Drive earlier this afternoon. Police have classified it as unnatural death, and suicide has not been ruled out. _______ with more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: we are here with Mr. Toot police&lt;br /&gt;Toot police: Ahem… (push up glasses)… it is apparent, that Madam Wee is dead… ahem… and… ahem… she apparently, (push up glasses again) died of food poisoning… ahem… she… apparently swallowed 500 sleeping pills, and… hey what’s this thing (points at microphone) ohh… (pushes it) hee hee hee… so funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;Reporter pushes Toot police out of screen irritatedly and composes herself: And now we are here with Mdm Wee’s closest 2 friends…&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: we were going to play mahjong with her&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: so we came to her house&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: but her mother said she had been sleeping since 2pm&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: but we knew that she never takes a nap for more than an hour&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: yah, she thinks it will make her fat&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: so then we went to her room… and… and (starts to sob)&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: (breaks down also) she had eaten (sob) 4 bottles (sob) of pills…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: Madam Wee’s mother was too distraught to be interviewed, but managed to say a few words:&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother: Rich woman!! (sob) Rich woman!! (sob)… she left… everything… (sob) to him… (sob)&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: Madam Wee has willed all her inheritance to her ex-husband, Mr. ________, whom she divorced earlier today. Her motive for turning to suicide is still unclear. This has been ________ reporting live on Channel News World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father stares in unbelief at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Poor mother cries uncontrollably&lt;br /&gt;2 daughters hug each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-1661659263600479358?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1661659263600479358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=1661659263600479358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/1661659263600479358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/1661659263600479358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/scene-1-poor-family-scene-pm-goes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-1145735659204992488</id><published>2007-08-03T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T02:14:37.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tabby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tabby has come up with the following scene:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Police station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mr F: hi, Mr toot policeman, these are my daugh ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Toot Policeman (TP): you mean daughters??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mr F: no. my daugh ter. this is Daugh (points to daughter 1) and this is Ter (points to daughter 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;RW: This is Daugh Lee (pronoune dolly) and this is Ter Lee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TP: Good Morning Ms. Dolly! Good morning Ms. Ter Lee (pronounce as Mister Lee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ter Lee: ahem... it is Ms. ___ Ter____ Lee... not Mr. Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TP: But that's what i said! Ms. Ter Lee (pronouce Mister Lee again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ter Lee: oh never mind. get on with the case!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;or something like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GO TABBY!!! come up with some more lame stuff for our drama... hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;TABBY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the above text is in pink and purple as part of the campaign to make Tabby more girly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.haha tabby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-1145735659204992488?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1145735659204992488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=1145735659204992488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/1145735659204992488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/1145735659204992488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/tabby.html' title='tabby'/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-280384077133202760</id><published>2007-07-27T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:26:06.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7o6ntz2B44/Rqn3r8Dm2XI/AAAAAAAAAYA/uXIiy_EJsOo/s1600-h/wordglitter79.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091873187946748274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=280384077133202760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/280384077133202760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/280384077133202760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7o6ntz2B44/Rqn3r8Dm2XI/AAAAAAAAAYA/uXIiy_EJsOo/s72-c/wordglitter79.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-7447769349001983186</id><published>2007-07-24T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T03:57:40.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>So Amaris ar, is that considered the new script? if it is, i wll put it in already. Your summary like super luosuo. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-7447769349001983186?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7447769349001983186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=7447769349001983186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/7447769349001983186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/7447769349001983186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/drama_24.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-5065929182030357665</id><published>2007-07-24T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T02:44:06.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are the characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Father - Mr. ___________ - Tabby&lt;br /&gt;2. Rich mother - Mdm. Wee (haha based on fried noodles) - Ytene&lt;br /&gt;3. Poor mother - Mrs. ___________ - Lan xin&lt;br /&gt;4. Rich daughter 1 - Britney Wee - Sandy&lt;br /&gt;5. Rich daughter 2 - Courtney Wee - Lingo&lt;br /&gt;6. Poor daughter 1 - Cosette - Jiawen&lt;br /&gt;7. Poor daughter 2 - Rosette - Enhan&lt;br /&gt;8. Maid - Maria - Amaris&lt;br /&gt;9. Grandma - Old Madam Wee - Amelia&lt;br /&gt;10. Friend 1 - (must rhyme with friend 2’s) - Jialun&lt;br /&gt;11. Friend 2 - Dawn&lt;br /&gt;12. Land lady - SinYing&lt;br /&gt;13. oot policeman - (toot name) - Kim&lt;br /&gt;14. Inspector 1 - Meichun&lt;br /&gt;15. Inspector 2 - Hanyi&lt;br /&gt;16. Newscaster - Peiling&lt;br /&gt;17. Reporter - Peiling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-5065929182030357665?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5065929182030357665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=5065929182030357665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/5065929182030357665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/5065929182030357665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/these-are-characters-1.html' title=''/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-3222778396387810786</id><published>2007-07-24T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T02:43:20.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i only changed a few scenes so these are those i changed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Scene 2(Father bullied by rich family)&lt;br /&gt;RW: HONEY!! Get me my cup of chamomile tea! and where are my fuzzy furry slippers?? And get me my newspaper while you’re at it!&lt;br /&gt;(father bustles away)&lt;br /&gt;Britney: DADDY!!!! WHY is the TV remote out of battery again! Can you get some? Oh and you have not given me my pocket money yet!! And you have to give me some more money to buy a new bag. My bag is already 3 weeks old!!&lt;br /&gt;Courtney: yeah daddy, I need some money to go for my manicure appointment. This colour SO does not suit me!! And I need to go rebond my hair again, it is getting frizzy. So $300 please!! Put it on my dressing table! I am watching Harry Potter now…&lt;br /&gt;Father (still in working clothes, in a mess): sigh. Can’t you get the maid to do it??&lt;br /&gt;Maid: No sir! Today is my day off! i have worked so hard for the last 6 days!! By the way, sir, can you get me some ice cream from the fridge, and some chocolate? i am feeling down, sir, i miss my Family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Father: Sigh. There is no love in this family, always ordering each other around…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Scene 10:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Lights on)(RW sobbing in down stage centre with two tais tais in front of her) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;RW: And so (sob) he left me (sob) just like that. How can he (sob) be so cruel? (Continue sobbing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Friend 1: (puts hand around her) its okay, this kind of guy is better of gone. He is not worthy. Don’t beat yourself up over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Friend 2: That’s right. You know my husband, my previous, previous, previous husband left me just like that too, it’s normal, and this is how it goes for pitiful women like us.(Sobbing, grandmother walks in) (DSL to DSC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;G: It’s ok, darling. You must learn to forgive and forget. You are so rich anyway, he probably only took, like, 0.000000001% of your money. Forget about him, and go look for a nice man to remarry. You are still young after all, only 40…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: Ya! Come on, let’s get you some birds’ nest soup to calm yourself&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: Yup! And we can play some mahjong&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: or watch some Korean serial dramas…&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2:or go to the health and massage spa… or go shopping&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: or if you like, we can watch the GWW channel…&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 and 2: The Gossip World for Women!!!&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: apparently, today they are doing a programme on (choose some stuff to talk about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(they walk out stage right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Scene 11&lt;br /&gt;Father, poor mother and 2 children, sit together in the center of the stage, watching TV&lt;br /&gt;Sudden news report inside cardboard box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News caster: welcome to the 9 o’clock news on Channel News World. On today’s news, Princess Mia of Genova dumps snails into the Genovian bay to stop an eco-disaster. Nanyang Girls’ High School student, ________, has emerged as top student in this year’s O level results, with 11 A1s. Last but not least, local tycoon, Madam Wee, has unfortunately just passed away this afternoon. Madam Wee was found unconscious by 2 of her friends, and her elderly mother in her mansion at Linden Drive earlier this afternoon. Police have classified it as unnatural death, and suicide has not been ruled out. _______ with more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: we are here with Mr. Toot police&lt;br /&gt;Toot police: Ahem… (push up glasses)… it is apparent, that Madam Wee is dead… ahem… and… ahem… she apparently, (push up glasses again) died of food poisoning… ahem… she… apparently swallowed 500 sleeping pills, and… hey what’s this thing (points at microphone) ohh… (pushes it) hee hee hee… so funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;Reporter pushes Toot police out of screen irritatedly and composes herself: And now we are here with Mdm Wee’s closest 2 friends…&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: we were going to play mahjong with her&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: so we came to her house&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: but her mother said she had been sleeping since 2pm&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: but we knew that she never takes a nap for more than an hour&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: yah, she thinks it will make her fat&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: so then we went to her room… and… and (starts to sob)&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: (breaks down also) she had eaten (sob) 4 bottles (sob) of pills…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: Madam Wee’s mother was too distraught to be interviewed, but managed to say a few words:&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother: Rich woman!! (sob) Rich woman!! (sob)… she left… everything… (sob) to him… (sob)&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: Madam Wee has willed all her inheritance to her ex-husband, Mr. ________, whom she divorced earlier today. Her motive for turning to suicide is still unclear. This has been ________ reporting live on Channel News World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father stares in unbelief at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Poor mother cries uncontrollably&lt;br /&gt;2 daughters hug each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-3222778396387810786?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3222778396387810786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=3222778396387810786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/3222778396387810786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/3222778396387810786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-only-changed-few-scenes-so-these-are.html' title=''/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-5811820253309121491</id><published>2007-07-24T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T01:05:33.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;what nick ng said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;so you all have your script?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;why you all didn't print script?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;only got 1 script?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;got 3 scripts not that bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;go and prepare for 10 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;how come still haven't started??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;hurry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ok now show me until scene 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ok haha... i think i am very luo1 suo1 but has anyone noticed that HALF the lesson, we are being scolded??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;well anyway, this is the summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;being scolded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;being scolded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;being scolded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;being scolded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;being scolded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;being scolded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;being scolded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The main character is the FATHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;so it must ALL REVOLVE AROUND THE FATHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;that means we must put the CLIMAX at the part where the 2 wives find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;must make that scene more realistic - Father cannot straight away declare his love for his poor wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and this scene must be at 3/4 of the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and must beef up the parts before that so that at the climax it all comes crushing down on the audience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and he does not want the ending to be funeral, then it will be quite comical, which is what they don't want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So... it will end with the poor family sitting around the TV, watching it, and the news reports that Mdm. Rich Woman has died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;which means... A LOT OF PEOPLE HAVE JUST LOST THEIR ROLES IN THE PLAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;but i shall go edit to make everyone have a role =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;then hanyi and meichun can edit and send to nick ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;btw, the maid part is quite extra... and it also does not make sense to have a maid... cos anw, in the "father bullied by rich family" scene, he is being bossed around, which shd not happen if they have a maid... and besides... which policeman would like a maid... =) *giving hanyi a big cheesy grin* can we change the policeman like the maid part??????? hahahaha =) i am SURE kim agrees with me =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-5811820253309121491?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5811820253309121491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=5811820253309121491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/5811820253309121491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/5811820253309121491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-nick-ng-said-so-you-all-have-your.html' title=''/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-141322650485157353</id><published>2007-07-23T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T05:01:06.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama today</title><content type='html'>Hi pple,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you all like do a summary about what he said today, coz i am super blur...... So am i changing the script or is someone else doing it. Jia You for drama!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-141322650485157353?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/141322650485157353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=141322650485157353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/141322650485157353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/141322650485157353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/drama-today.html' title='Drama today'/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-4347833179287637205</id><published>2007-07-23T04:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T04:57:09.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi(:&lt;br /&gt;Can we not have so many singing parts? cos it'll seem like a musical. Can the PM not sing? cos the main character is the father. and and it's vry embarrassing&gt;&lt; and and its...erm... haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-4347833179287637205?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4347833179287637205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=4347833179287637205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/4347833179287637205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/4347833179287637205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/hi-can-we-not-have-so-many-singing.html' title=''/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-5008177485582026142</id><published>2007-07-23T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T01:54:25.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HELLO EVERYBODY!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;are you all having a nice day?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;can you all think of any super-duper sad songs for our drama play... for the father's monologue about recalling his sad past... we will change the lyrics, of course, but could you all think of something that is suitable - preferrably english, so that it won't be too weird, you know, to like change the lyrics of a CHINESE song into ENGLISH... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;we already have a song to depict the poor family's sad condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;we also have a song that the poor mother will sing to say how much she misses her husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;we can have a song for the rich woman to sing after the realization &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and we need a song for the father and the poor family's final reunion in the final scene (preferably a touching song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-5008177485582026142?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5008177485582026142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=5008177485582026142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/5008177485582026142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/5008177485582026142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-everybody-are-you-all-having-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-4172611621554410280</id><published>2007-07-21T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T00:13:36.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Narrator: Prologue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Two households both varying in dignity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;In fair Singapore where we lay our scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;From previous poverty to new luxury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;For survival betray his, own esteem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Act 1 Scene 1 (poor family scene)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PM: (goes to letterbox (USC) and takes out an envelope, she opens it and found another stack of money, smiles and walks back to house (SL). It has been 15 years since your father went to Canada to work. He has been giving us money regularly, he must be doing well. (Turn head to another side) but we still have to struggle to live sufficiently. (sad song)(Lights off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Act 1 scene 2(Father bullied by rich family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: HONEY!! Get me my cup of chamomile tea! and where are my fuzzy furry slippers?? And get me my newspaper while you’re at it!&lt;br /&gt;(father bustles away)&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 1: DADDY!!!! WHY is the TV remote out of battery again! Can you get some? Oh and you have not given me my pocket money yet!! And you have to give me some more money to buy a new bag. My bag is already 3 weeks old!!&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 2: yeah daddy, I need some money to go for my manicure appointment. This colour SO does not suit me!! And I need to go rebond my hair again, it is getting frizzy. So $300 please!! Put it on my dressing table! I am watching Harry Potter now…&lt;br /&gt;Father (still in working clothes, in a mess): sigh. There is no love in this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Act 1 scene 3&lt;br /&gt;PM misses her husband who is in Canada working.&lt;br /&gt;PM: sigh, he is still in Canada. It has been 15 long, sorrowful years. But at least he is doing well… (sad song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Act 2 Scene 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;RW: (walks in in pyjamas, (DSR to DSC) goes to drawer and shrieks.) Again! Another two hundred dollars gone! They are for my facial. Hng. Which idiot took them? It’s time to go to the police.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(All- F and D and G walk out) (DSR to DSC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Daughter 2: Mother, what’s happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;RW: The money that I plan to use for facial is gone and this is not the first time. Come, darlings go with me to the police station!(Lights out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Act 2 Scene 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Lights on)(Kim march in looking toot and flustered) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(DSR to DSC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kim: Ahem, music please… (superman music starts) welcome to the superman room, and superman is……..ME (do the superman hand sign. Walks to chair (SC)) My beloved chair, such a nice, comfortable chair. (sits down and falls off, stands up) Bad Chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Knock,Knock) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(SL)Kim: (adjust uniform pompously, clears throat tootly) Come in. (deep voice, trying to sound elegant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Family sways in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RW: (puts handbag in front of Kim and covers her face) My money is stolen! As the policeman handpicked personally by me to solve this case, what are you going to do about it?(RW turns with her back to Kim immediately, looking defiant and impatient)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kim: (push bags down and attempt to get herself seen- tootly too) Well, well, well if you will just listen to me. How much was stolen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RW: (Long speech, speaks quickly.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kim: PAUSE! *silence* Could you repeat? (asked sheepish-less) I haven’t got the form yet. (tilts head to one side)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RW: OMG, what kind of working attitude is this, you ought to be sacked, I will complain to your superintendent.(silence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kim: Well, if that’s your wish, I shall get them here immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Pompous music) (Inspectors walk in)(SR to SC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Inspectors: Good afternoon madam, what can we do for you, Madam? We are awaiting your command, Madam. Please speak, Madam. We have no time Madam. Our friend is waiting for us to play mahjong madam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RW: (Stares disbelievingly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Inspectors: If you have nothing to say Madam. We are going, Madam. Have a pleasant journey home madam. Good Bye, Madam!(Pompous music) (Inspectors march out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RW: What kind of police station is this? Retard species of counter officer and two even more retarded inspectors. What is this world turning into? I am leaving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kim: (has been analyzing form thing for long time) WAIT! Wait, wait, I think I got the answer! (Pause dramatically, trying to create suspense) It is (hit table) YOUR maid! (silence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Maid: (runs out (SL to SC))What do you mean, huh?! How can you say this? You have no proof! Don’t believe him, ma’am! See? My ma’am is going to sue you if frame me again!! Watch out! I have ties with the other maids in Singapore! We will be out to get you if you do this again! Take this! (Takes feather duster and hits policeman repeatedly) Hng!(All walks out leaving policeman, sitting daze at his table)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kim: wah! So pretty that maid, I think I am in love…(Lights out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Act 3 scene 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PM: sigh, it is already end of the month, yet your father has not sent us money... at this rate, we will not be able to pay for the rent, let alone, send ______ (name of youngest daughter) to school!!&lt;br /&gt;Oldest child: mum! Don’t worry, she needs not go to school! We can teach her! And I can drop out of secondary school to earn some money as a cashier or something! Don’t give up hope mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landlady: (walks in with dog in hand) (SR to SC) wow, what a touching scene. But, that doesn’t matter. Do you have the rent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM: my husband has not sent us money yet! But don’t worry! I will pay you soon… can you come back next week?&lt;br /&gt;Landlady: hng. Well, what can you expect from the rubbish of society?? It’s good that Singapore has arguably the biggest landfill in the world….It’s a disgrace to me to collect money from rubbish. Even my darling WonWon looks down on you all. Right wonwon? (turns to dog). Right (walks off)&lt;br /&gt;(Another sad song - Schindler’s list?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Act 3 scene 2:&lt;br /&gt;(Father walks in from down stage right, goes to drawer at down stage left. Creep stealthily, halfway through...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Daughter 1: Hey! (Lights bright) (SC to DSC) What do you think you are doing? (stares at father) Ohh...now I know what’s happening. You stole the money, didn’t you?How could you do this to mum? (Looks drama, walks around in a circle, suddenly turns back to look at father)&lt;br /&gt;(smiles coyly) but I can keep a secret, (examines fingernails) but I need some incentives (looks up suddenly – does the money hand sign) judging from what you are doing, should not be a problem, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;F: (take out a cash note and gives it to her reluctantly)(Lights dim – they leave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family enters&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 2: sigh, I need some money to go buy a new dress. There’s one at Zara… very nice…&lt;br /&gt;RW: no honey, you already have like 20 dresses from ZARA, not to mention 10 from Chanel and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Daughter: ahem (looks at father)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;F: (hurriedly) its ok, honey, no number of dresses will be enough for our darling little angel (reluctantly gives cash, refuses to let go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Daughter: (gives irritated look and snatches money, then smiles smugly, in fake angelic voice) Thank you, daddy!&lt;br /&gt;(lights out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Act 3 Scene 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Lights on)(F and daughter stand stage centre looking impatient with frequent reference to his watch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;RW: (sashays in (SR) with handbag and scarf. Put hand through F) Sorry, darlings. Keep you all waiting long hur?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Daughter 1: It’s all right mummy, we don’t mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Daughter 2: You don’t mind, I mind. Oh whatever, like we’ve been waiting for 30 minutes. So short huh? (Sarcastically)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;RW: oh never mind, (put free hand through daughter 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Whole family walks of stage right together)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Walk in again from stage right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Poor family enters from stage left, sits on the centre floor begging, heads bowed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(RW family notice PW family. However, with their heads bowed, F didn’t recognize PW)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;F: Let’s donate some money to them. Look at them, so pitiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;RW: Oh, like I care? (Walks forward, drops a coin.)(Poor woman reach out to pick, RW steps on the coin when she is just about to pick it up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;RW: Oh! Sorry, I just dropped it by accident (sarcastic) Trash of society (kick PW)(PW children stood up looking very fierce. PW looks up, shosked.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PW: Darling? (gets up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;RW: “Darling”???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW: weren’t you in Canada working??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: you talking to MY HUSBAND??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW: YOUR husband? He’s MY husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW and PW at the same time: He is MY husband!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;F to PW: Oh, darling I am so sorry. Please forgive me for leaving you. I wasn’t in Canada, I married this lady just to give you the money. I promise I won’t leave you ever again. You are the only woman in my heart, the stars shimmer in your eyes and my whole world revolves around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;RW: (shrieks immediately) F, how could you! How could you do this to us, you mean you married me for money, not because you loved me, huh! I will never forgive you! (Walks up to PW and slaps her) You! You slut! You destroyed my happy marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;F: RW (turns and stare at her), how could you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;RW: (slaps him) you were going to be the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;F: I am VERY sorry, RW, but I really had no other choice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;RW: Hng! (Runs to left wing) We are DIVORCED, as of, (looks at watch) NOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;D: (Runs after her) (Lights off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Act 3 scene 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Lights on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(RW sobbing in down stage centre with two tais tais in front of her) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RW: And so (sob) he left me (sob) just like that. How can he (sob) be so cruel? (Continue sobbing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friend 1: (puts hand around her) its okay, this kind of guy is better of gone. He is not worthy. Don’t beat yourself up over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friend 2: That’s right. You know my husband, my previous, previous, previous husband left me just like that too, it’s normal, and this is how it goes for pitiful women like us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Sobbing, grandmother walks in) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(DSL to DSC)G: Hng! We shall sue him for embezzling your money! I shall make sure he gets life imprisonment for what he did to you! He took advantage of you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RW: Mother no! I still love him, no matter what! I must have done something wrong for my marriage to end like that. It is not his fault! It was all mine!! For this, I deserve to die!! (Takes out knife from pocket, look drama, stabs herself, collapses to floor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Grandmother: RW! RW! *no response frm RW who’s laying on floor*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Friend 1 puts her finger to RW’s nose. Exchanges a look with Friend 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Both jump up and shriek)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friend 1: She’s not breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(grandmother starts sobbing)(Lights out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Act 3 scene 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lights on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;RW lies on table with cloth over her.(F walks out with picture of RW, looking very remorseful. Puts picture on table. All stand in a row sobbing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(Suddenly someone says: hello)(everyone looks around)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(lawyer enters)(Talking ensues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lawyer (speaking loudly): Apparently, I heard my client died. I shall read her will now, SILENCE PLEASE!(Everybody keeps quiet) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(DSC)Lawyer: 5% of Mdm RW’s monetary assets will go to each of her to daughters, and her mother. All the other assets of Mdm RW will go to her husband, Mr F. This includes the house, the 3 bank accounts and shares of ABC Company. Here is a letter that Mdm RW wrote just before her untimely death:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(voice over by recording of ytene’e voice, if possible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my daughters: take care of yourselves, darlings, mummy is not here anymore. Be good! Forgive and forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my husband: Darling, I forgive you. I myself of all people should know how to stay true to love, so take this inheritance that I leave you, and go and live a prosperous life with your true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody: starts to sob&lt;br /&gt;(Lights out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-4172611621554410280?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4172611621554410280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=4172611621554410280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/4172611621554410280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/4172611621554410280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/narrator-prologue-two-households-both.html' title=''/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-8686874625984935465</id><published>2007-07-21T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:06:55.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scripty</title><content type='html'>Narrator: Prologue&lt;br /&gt; Two households both varying in dignity&lt;br /&gt;In fair Singapore where we lay our scene&lt;br /&gt;From previous poverty to new luxury&lt;br /&gt;For survival betray his, own esteem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Props:&lt;br /&gt;Table&lt;br /&gt;Letterbox&lt;br /&gt;Envelope with cash inside&lt;br /&gt;Frying pan&lt;br /&gt;Toy dog&lt;br /&gt;Knife&lt;br /&gt;Funeral picture&lt;br /&gt;Coins&lt;br /&gt;Drawer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters:&lt;br /&gt;Father- Tabitha (Good temper)&lt;br /&gt;Mother (poor)- Lanxin (Virtuous)&lt;br /&gt;Rich tai tais- Dawn and Jia Lun (Bimbotic)&lt;br /&gt;Mother (rich)- Ytene (old classmate of Father, liked him for many years)&lt;br /&gt;Children (poor)- 1) Jia Wen&lt;br /&gt;                           2) En Han (lawyer)&lt;br /&gt;Children (rich)- 1) Sandy (naughty)&lt;br /&gt;                          2) Lingxin (good)&lt;br /&gt;Family caretaker- Amaris (weird and amah-ish)&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother- Amelia&lt;br /&gt;Landlady- Sin Ying&lt;br /&gt;Toot police-Kimberlyn&lt;br /&gt;Inspectors (police)- Mei Chun and Han Yi&lt;br /&gt;Act 1 Scene 1 (poor family scene)&lt;br /&gt;PM: (goes to letterbox (USC) and takes out an envelope, she opens it and found another stack of money, smiles delightfully and walks back to house (SL). Calls to children and give them pocket money.) It has been 15 years since your father went to Canada to work. He has been giving us money regularly, he must be doing well. (Turn head to another side) but we still have to beg for the rent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landlady: (walks in with dog in hand) (SR to SC) wow, what a touching scene. But, that doesn’t matter. Do you have the rent? Oh! I see money on your hand. (goes forward, takes the whole stack) this is just for one month! Hng. (stomps off. (SC) Stop, looks back) You are the rubbish of the society. It’s good that Singapore has arguably the biggest landfill in the world….It’s a disgrace to me to collect money from rubbish. Even my darling WonWon looks down on you all. Right wonwon? (turns to dog). Right (walks off)&lt;br /&gt;( Lights off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act 1 scene 2&lt;br /&gt;(Father bullied by rich family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dim lights)&lt;br /&gt;(Father walks in from down stage right, goes to drawer at down stage left. Creep stealthily, halfway through...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 1: Oi! (Lights bright) (SC to DSC) What do you think you are doing? (stares at father) Ohhh….now I know what’s happening. You. Are. The. stealer. How could you do this to mum? (Looks drama)&lt;br /&gt;(Sudden change of tone) but never mind, if you want me to keep this a secret, that’s easy. (Puts out hand) Money please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: (take out a cash note and gives it to her reluctantly)&lt;br /&gt;(Lights dim) (spotlight at narrator)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: However that wasn’t the end. From than on…&lt;br /&gt;(F and Daughter stands on stage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: Money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: (give)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: Money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: (give)&lt;br /&gt;(lights out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act 1 Scene 3&lt;br /&gt;F: (creeps in from stage right, every few steps taken, he turns to look left and right, walks stealthily, opens the drawer and takes out money, goes out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lights slowly brighter, birds chirping if possible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: (walks in in pyjamas, (DSR to DSC) goes to drawer and shrieks.) Again! Another two hundred dollars gone! They are for my facial. Hng. Which idiot took them? It’s time to go to the police.&lt;br /&gt;(All- F and D and G walk out) (DSR to DSC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 2: Mother, what’s happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: The money that I plan to use for facial is gone and this is not the first time. Come, darlings go with me to the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lights out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act 1 Scene 4&lt;br /&gt;(Lights on)&lt;br /&gt;(Kim march in looking toot and flustered) (DSR to DSC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: welcome to the superman room, and superman is……..ME (do the superman hand sign. Walks to chair (SC)) My beloved chair, such a nice, comfortable chair. (sits down and falls off, stands up) Bad Chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Knock,Knock) (SL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: (adjust uniform pompously, clears throat tootly) Come in. (deep voice, trying to sound elegant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Family sways in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: (puts handbag in front of Kim and covers her face) My money is stolen! As the policeman handpicked personally by me to solve this case, what are you going to do about it?&lt;br /&gt;(RW turns with her back to Kim immediately, looking defiant and impatient)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: (push bags down and attempt to get herself seen- tootly too) Well, well, well if you will just listen to me. How much was stolen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: (Long speech, speaks quickly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: PAUSE! *silence* Could you repeat? (asked sheepish-less) I haven’t got the form yet. (tilts head to one side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: OMG, what kind of working attitude is this, you ought to be sacked, I will complain to your superintendent.&lt;br /&gt;(silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Well, if that’s your wish, I shall get them here immediately.&lt;br /&gt;(Pompous music) (Inspectors walk in)(SR to SC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspectors: Good afternoon madam, what can we do for you, Madam? We are awaiting your command, Madam. Please speak, Madam. We have no time Madam. Our friend is waiting for us to play mahjong madam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: (Stares disbelievingly)&lt;br /&gt;Inspectors: If you have nothing to say Madam. We are going, Madam. Have a pleasant journey home madam. Good Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pompous music) (Inspectors march out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: What kind of police station is this? Retard species of counter officer and two even more retarded inspectors. What is this world turning into? I am leaving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: (has been analyzing form thing for long time) WAIT! Wait, wait, I think I got the answer! (Pause dramatically, trying to create suspense) It is (hit table) YOUR maid! (silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid: (runs out (SL to SC)) oi! Oi! How can you say this? I have human rights; maid is also a human being. There’s this association of maid’s rights that is going to sue you once I tell them what happened. Take this! (Takes feather duster and hits policeman repeatedly) Hng!&lt;br /&gt;(All walks out leaving policeman, sitting daze at his table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: wah! So pretty that maid, I think I am in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lights out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act 2 Scene 1&lt;br /&gt;(Father sitting in the middle on a chair) (Sad music)&lt;br /&gt;F: (looks daze, thinking about the past) Monologue…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (poor woman is cooking (DSL); wipe sweat. poor children are playing (DSC), father comes home depressed and  sad (Enters from DSR))&lt;br /&gt;(poor mum walks out) (To DSR)&lt;br /&gt;PM: Honey, your home, how’s your d…&lt;br /&gt;(Father hugs her before she finishes talking)&lt;br /&gt;PM: Honey, what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: Honey, I am sorry. It was really unexpected….but I….got retrenched.&lt;br /&gt;(PM drops cooking pan, gives F a Look, turns and walks to DSC and brings children out through stage left. Along the way out, children notice father looking sad, motions to go back but is held back by their mum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: I have been trying my best what did they take me for? I am tired, let me rest.&lt;br /&gt;(Father walks out of stage right. Silence) - lights off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act 2 Scene 2&lt;br /&gt;(lights on)&lt;br /&gt;(Father on his own thinking with a table, (DSR) stands up and walks; sad and depressed)&lt;br /&gt;F: Should I or should I not. (sighs while walking in circles)&lt;br /&gt;F: she wants to marry me, she’s liked me for a long time. (change tone to defensive) But I’m already married. (changes tone to idealist) But I can remarry since and she doesn’t know that I’m already married. And, she’s rich. I can get money for my dear beloved wife who had worked so hard. (change tone to sad and depressed) Which means I must marry her….so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Father walks to DSC, slowly and thoughtfully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lights dim-; start sad music) (PM walks and put food on table (From DSL to DSR), children continue playing (DSL))&lt;br /&gt;(F stares at wife (DSC), turns stares at children, look down) (lights dim)&lt;br /&gt;(Tabby walks out and put on suit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act 2 Scene 3&lt;br /&gt;(Lights on) (RW appears (DSL to DSC))&lt;br /&gt;RW: OMG, he wants to meet me, I can’t believe it. Is my hair ok? (touch hair) Oh dear, I forgot to put nail polish. (brings fingers up to scrutinize them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(F walks in with rose (DSR to DSC) and ring, trying to look happy)&lt;br /&gt;F: (turns to audience) this is it.&lt;br /&gt;(RW sees him)&lt;br /&gt;RW: Oh, you’re here, you wanted to see me? It has been such a long time (turns to audience) but I still love him (shriek bimbotic with hands to mouth).&lt;br /&gt;F: (walks forward dramatically, and goes on his knees, with one hand holding the rose, takes obvious big breath) Will you marry me? (takes out ring and clicks open the box)&lt;br /&gt;(silence)&lt;br /&gt;RW: Oh! I will be delighted (snatch ring and quickly puts on.) I will arrange everything for our marriage. Leave it to me. Oh my gosh… I’m finally getting married to you. I knew you held a torch for me for a long time. (giggles)… me too&lt;br /&gt;RW: (puts hand around guy) let’s go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;(Both walks out (DSL))&lt;br /&gt;(Father comes back to present)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act 3 Scene 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lights on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(F and daughter stand stage centre looking impatient with frequent reference to his watch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: (sashas in (SR) with handbag and scarf. Put hand through F) Sorry, darlings. Keep you all waiting long hur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 2: It’s all right mummy, we don’t mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 1: You don’t mind, I mind. Oh whatever, like we’ve been waiting for 30 minutes. So short huh? (Sarcastically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: oh never mind, (put free hand through daughter 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whole family walks of stage right together)&lt;br /&gt;(Walk in again from stage right)&lt;br /&gt;(Poor family enters from stage left, sits on the centre floor begging, heads bowed)&lt;br /&gt;(RW family notice PW family. However, with their heads bowed, F didn’t recognize PW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: Let’s donate some money to them. Look at them, so pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: Oh, like I care? (Walks forward, drops a coin.)&lt;br /&gt;(Poor woman reach out to pick, RW steps on the coin when she is just about to pick it up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: Oh! Sorry, I just dropped it by accident (sarcastic) Trash of society (kick PW)&lt;br /&gt;(PW children stood up looking very fierce. PW face shown for a brief moment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: Darling! (Slow motion runs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PW slowly turns and gasp)&lt;br /&gt;(Reaching soon, return to normal speed, both hug and cried in each other’s arm)&lt;br /&gt;(RW gasps and put hands to mouth. Daughters gasp and follow suite.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: Oh, darling I am so sorry. Please forgive me for leaving you. I wasn’t in Canada, I married this lady just to give you the money. I promise I won’t leave you ever again. You are the only woman in my heart, the stars shimmer in your eyes and my whole world revolves around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: (shrieks immediately) F, how could you! How could you do this to us, you mean you married me for money, not because you loved me, huh! I will never forgive you! (Walks up to PW and slaps her) You! You slut! You destroyed my happy marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: RW (turns and stare at her), how could you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: (slaps him) you were going to be the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: (gives her a malicious look, put his hands around PW and stirs her out of stage right with PC, leaving the rich family behind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: Hng! (Runs to  left wing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: (Runs after her) (Lights off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act 3 scene 2&lt;br /&gt;(Lights on)&lt;br /&gt;(RW sobbing in down stage centre with two tais tais in front of her)               &lt;br /&gt;RW: And so (sob) he left me (sob) just like that. How can he (sob) be so cruel? (Continue sobbing)&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: (puts hand around her) its okay, this kind of guy is better of gone. He is not worthy. Don’t beat yourself up over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: That’s right. You know my husband, my previous, previous, previous husband left me just like that too, it’s normal, and this is how it goes for pitiful women like us.&lt;br /&gt;(Sobbing, grandmother walks in) (DSL to DSC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: Haiyah! It’s your own fault. Marry this kind of husband. (Moves neck front) Never mind lah, just pretend that he died, we shall hold a funeral for him tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Father enters) (DSR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: Oh! The dead man’s here. (Hit him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RW: Mother no! (Takes out knife from pocket, look drama, slice her neck, collapse to floor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother: RW! RW! *no response frm RW who’s laying on floor*&lt;br /&gt;(Friend 1 puts her finger to RW’s nose. Exchanges a look with Friend 1)&lt;br /&gt;(Both jump up and shriek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: She’s not breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(grandmother starts sobbing)&lt;br /&gt;(Lights out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act 3 scene 3 (everyone on stage except F and lawyer)&lt;br /&gt;(Lights on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: At the rich woman’s funeral…&lt;br /&gt;(F walks out with picture of RW, looking very remorseful. Puts picture on table. All stand in a row sobbing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Suddenly someone says: hello)&lt;br /&gt;(everyone looks around)&lt;br /&gt;(lawyer enters)&lt;br /&gt;(Talking ensues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer (speaking loudly): Apparently, I heard my client died. I shall read her will now, SILENCE PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;(Everybody keeps quiet) (DSC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: All the assets of Mdm RW will go to her husband, Mr F. This includes the house, the 3 bank accounts and shares of ABC Company. Thank You (Exits) (DSL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother: What! (Shrieks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: Aunty, we have no power to change it, just except it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: (Silence, everybody stares at grandmother.) Very well, if that is my daughter’s intention, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(F hugs PW, turns in circle) (Lights out, spotlight on narrator)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(everyone claps)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-8686874625984935465?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8686874625984935465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=8686874625984935465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/8686874625984935465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/8686874625984935465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/scripty.html' title='scripty'/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-7651400834969886128</id><published>2007-07-21T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T18:55:29.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;well... there are a few VERY sad songs that we can use... and the lyrics match too =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but apparently blogger does not allow you to post music, so i shall just tell you what the songs are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Les Miserables - Fantine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cosette, it's turned so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cosette, it's past your bedtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You've played the day away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And soon it will be night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Come to me, Cosette, the light is fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't you see the evening star appearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Come to me, and rest against my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How fast the minutes fly away and every minute colder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hurry near, another day is dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't you hear, the winter wind is crying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There's a darkness which comes without a warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But I will sing you lullabies and wake you in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;can be used for the scene that the poor mother talks to her children while they are begging, and then the landlady comes along. but we need to change the lyrics a bit cos obviously the children can't be called Cosette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maybe  lanxin can sing this part, afterall, she is in choir... GO LANXIN!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Phantom of the Opera - wishing you were somehow here again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You were oncemy one companion . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;you were allthat mattered . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You were oncea friend and father (must change to husband)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; -then my worldwas shattered . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wishing you were somehow here again . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;wishing you were somehow near . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes it seemed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;if I just dreamed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;somehow you would be here . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wishing you weresomehow here again . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;knowing we must say goodbye . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Try to forgive . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;teach me to live . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;give me the strength to try . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No more memories,no more silent tears . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No more gazing acrossthe wasted years . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Help me saygoodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;can be for the scene where the poor mother is thinking about her husband who is in Canada =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;if lanxin does not want to sing, can use those software for cutting out parts of songs, and just play it, like cut out the portions that we do not want... =) i think Hazel has... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;well.. i think thats all... i will bring both songs to school tomorrow so you all can hear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we need to think of a song that can be for the rich woman and father meeting for the proposal, and also a piece of comical music for the policeman part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-7651400834969886128?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7651400834969886128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Drama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hi pple,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is our blog yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha i am lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-4185184275375486682?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4185184275375486682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=4185184275375486682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/4185184275375486682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/4185184275375486682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/drama.html' title='Drama!'/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252743124983759572.post-3347859168683629551</id><published>2007-07-21T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T04:28:25.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hello everyone!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;this is the drama blog for drama grp 1 (duh)&lt;br /&gt;just post whatever scripts, music, comments... anything-under-the-sun-blah-blah-blahs here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND to start of this is our current script, which has yet to be changed, though drama is on Monday, so WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here is the script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Narrator: Prologue&lt;br /&gt;Two households both varying in dignity&lt;br /&gt;In fair Singapore where we lay our scene&lt;br /&gt;From previous poverty to new luxury&lt;br /&gt;For survival betray his, own esteem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Act 1 Scene 1 (poor family scene)&lt;br /&gt;(lights on)&lt;br /&gt;(poor woman is cooking (DSL); wipe sweat. poor children are playing (DSC), father comes home depressed and sad (Enters from DSR))&lt;br /&gt;(poor mum walks out) (To DSR)&lt;br /&gt;PM: Honey, your home, how’s your d…&lt;br /&gt;(Father hugs her before she finishes talking)&lt;br /&gt;PM: Honey, what happened?&lt;br /&gt;F: Honey, I am sorry. It was really unexpected….but I….got retrenched.&lt;br /&gt;(PM drops cooking pan, gives F a Look, turns and walks to DSC and brings children out through stage left. Along the way out, children notice father looking sad, motions to go back but is held back by their mum)&lt;br /&gt;F: I have been trying my best what did they take me for? I am tired, let me rest.&lt;br /&gt;(Father walks out of stage right. Silence) - lights off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Act 1 Scene 2&lt;br /&gt;(lights on)&lt;br /&gt;(Father on his own thinking with a table, (DSR) stands up and walks; sad and depressed)&lt;br /&gt;F: Should I or should I not. (sighs while walking in circles)&lt;br /&gt;F: she wants to marry me, she’s liked me for a long time. (change tone to defensive) But I’m already married. (changes tone to idealist) But I can remarry since and she doesn’t know that I’m already married. And, she’s rich. I can get money for my dear beloved wife who had worked so hard. (change tone to sad and depressed) Which means I must marry her….so be it.&lt;br /&gt;(Father walks to DSC, slowly and thoughtfully)&lt;br /&gt;(Lights dim-; start sad music) (PM walks and put food on table (From DSL to DSR), children continue playing (DSL))(F stares at wife (DSC), turns stares at children, look down) (lights dim) (Tabby walks out and put on suit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Act 1 Scene 3&lt;br /&gt;(Lights on) (RW appears (DSL to DSC))&lt;br /&gt;RW: OMG, he wants to meet me, I can’t believe it. Is my hair ok? (touch hair) Oh dear, I forgot to put nail polish. (brings fingers up to scrutinize them)&lt;br /&gt;(F walks in with rose (DSR to DSC) and ring, trying to look happy)&lt;br /&gt;F: (turns to audience) this is it.&lt;br /&gt;(RW sees him)&lt;br /&gt;RW: Oh, you’re here, you wanted to see me? It has been such a long time (turns to audience) but I still love him (shriek bimbotic with hands to mouth).&lt;br /&gt;F: (walks forward dramatically, and goes on his knees, with one hand holding the rose, takes obvious big breath) Will you marry me? (takes out ring and clicks open the box)&lt;br /&gt;(silence)&lt;br /&gt;RW: Oh! I will be delighted (snatch ring and quickly puts on.) I will arrange everything for our marriage. Leave it to me. Oh my gosh… I’m finally getting married to you. I knew you held a torch for me for a long time. (giggles)… me too&lt;br /&gt;RW: (puts hand around guy) let’s go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;(Both walks out (DSL))&lt;br /&gt;(Lights out, spotlight on narrator)&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: So they got married. And as much as he felt depressed, the Father tried to look as happy as he could on his wedding day. 15 long and sorrowful years passed and he had two children with RW. However, his heart remained with PW. He missed their children terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Act 1 Scene 4&lt;br /&gt;(Lights on) (PM at SL)&lt;br /&gt;PM: (goes to letterbox (USC) and takes out an envelope, she opens it and found another stack of money, smiles delightfully and walks back to house (SL). Calls to children and give them pocket money.) It has been 15 years since your father went to Canada to work. He has been giving us money regularly, he must be doing well. (Turn head to another side) but we still have to beg for the rent&lt;br /&gt;Landlady: (walks in with dog in hand) (SR to SC) wow, what a touching scene. But, that doesn’t matter. Do you have the rent? Oh! I see money on your hand. (goes forward, takes the whole stack) this is just for one month! Hng. (stomps off. (SC) Stop, looks back) You are the rubbish of the society. It’s good that Singapore has arguably the biggest landfill in the world….It’s a disgrace to me to collect money from rubbish. Even my darling WonWon looks down on you all. Right wonwon? (turns to dog). Right (walks off)&lt;br /&gt;( Lights off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Act 2 Scene 1 (Rich house)&lt;br /&gt;(Dim light) (drawer in stage left)&lt;br /&gt;F: (creeps in from stage right, every few steps taken, he turns to look left and right, walks stealthily, opens the drawer and takes out money, goes out)&lt;br /&gt;(Lights slowly brighter, birds chirping if possible)&lt;br /&gt;RW: (walks in in pyjamas, (DSR to DSC) goes to drawer and shrieks.) Again! Another two hundred dollars gone! They are for my facial. Hng. Which idiot took them? It’s time to go to the police.&lt;br /&gt;(All- F and D and G walk out) (DSR to DSC)&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 2: Mother, what’s happen?&lt;br /&gt;RW: The money that I plan to use for facial is gone and this is not the first time. Come, darlings go with me to the police.&lt;br /&gt;(Lights out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Act 2 Scene 2&lt;br /&gt;(Lights on)&lt;br /&gt;(Kim march in looking toot and flustered) (DSR to DSC)&lt;br /&gt;Kim: welcome to the superman room, and superman is……..ME (do the superman hand sign. Walks to chair (SC)) My beloved chair, such a nice, comfortable chair. (sits down and falls off, stands up) Bad Chair&lt;br /&gt;(Knock,Knock) (SL)&lt;br /&gt;Kim: (adjust uniform pompously, clears throat tootly) Come in. (deep voice, trying to sound elegant)&lt;br /&gt;(Family sways in)&lt;br /&gt;RW: (puts handbag in front of Kim and covers her face) My money is stolen! As the policeman handpicked personally by me to solve this case, what are you going to do about it?&lt;br /&gt;(RW turns with her back to Kim immediately, looking defiant and impatient)&lt;br /&gt;Kim: (push bags down and attempt to get herself seen- tootly too) Well, well, well if you will just listen to me. How much was stolen?&lt;br /&gt;RW: (Long speech, speaks quickly.)&lt;br /&gt;Kim: PAUSE! *silence* Could you repeat? (asked sheepish-less) I haven’t got the form yet. (tilts head to one side)&lt;br /&gt;RW: OMG, what kind of working attitude is this, you ought to be sacked, I will complain to your superintendent.&lt;br /&gt;(silence)&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Well, if that’s your wish, I shall get them here immediately.&lt;br /&gt;(Pompous music) (Inspectors walk in)(SR to SC)&lt;br /&gt;Inspectors: Good afternoon madam, what can we do for you, Madam? We are awaiting your command, Madam. Please speak, Madam. We have no time Madam. Our friend is waiting for us to play mahjong madam.&lt;br /&gt;RW: (Stares disbelievingly)&lt;br /&gt;Inspectors: If you have nothing to say Madam. We are going, Madam. Have a pleasant journey home madam. Good Bye&lt;br /&gt;(Pompous music) (Inspectors march out)&lt;br /&gt;RW: What kind of police station is this? Retard species of counter officer and two even more retarded inspectors. What is this world turning into? I am leaving!&lt;br /&gt;Kim: (has been analyzing form thing for long time) WAIT! Wait, wait, I think I got the answer! (Pause dramatically, trying to create suspense) It is (hit table) YOUR maid! (silence)&lt;br /&gt;Maid: (runs out (SL to SC)) oi! Oi! How can you say this? I have human rights; maid is also a human being. There’s this association of maid’s rights that is going to sue you once I tell them what happened. Take this! (Takes feather duster and hits policeman repeatedly) Hng!&lt;br /&gt;(All walks out leaving policeman, sitting daze at his table)&lt;br /&gt;Kim: wah! So pretty that maid, I think I am in love&lt;br /&gt;(Lights out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Act 2 Scene 3&lt;br /&gt;(Dim lights)&lt;br /&gt;(Father walks in from down stage right, goes to drawer at down stage left. Creep stealthily, halfway through...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 1: Oi! (Lights bright) (SC to DSC) What do you think you are doing? (stares at father) Ohhh….now I know what’s happening. You. Are. The. stealer. How could you do this to mum? (Looks drama)&lt;br /&gt;(Sudden change of tone) but never mind, if you want me to keep this a secret, that’s easy. (Puts out hand) Money please!&lt;br /&gt;F: (take out a cash note and gives it to her reluctantly)&lt;br /&gt;(Lights dim) (spotlight at narrator)&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: However that wasn’t the end. From than on…&lt;br /&gt;(F and Daughter stands on stage)&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: Money!&lt;br /&gt;F: (give)&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: Money!&lt;br /&gt;F: (give)&lt;br /&gt;(lights out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Act 3 Scene 1&lt;br /&gt;(Lights on)&lt;br /&gt;(F and daughter stand stage centre looking impatient with frequent reference to his watch)&lt;br /&gt;RW: (sashays in (SR) with handbag and scarf. Put hand through F) Sorry, darlings. Keep you all waiting long hur?&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 2: It’s all right mummy, we don’t mind.&lt;br /&gt;Daughter 1: You don’t mind, I mind. Oh whatever, like we’ve been waiting for 30 minutes. So short huh? (Sarcastically)&lt;br /&gt;RW: oh never mind, (put free hand through daughter 1)&lt;br /&gt;(Whole family walks of stage right together)&lt;br /&gt;(Walk in again from stage right)&lt;br /&gt;(Poor family enters from stage left, sits on the centre floor begging, heads bowed)&lt;br /&gt;(RW family notice PW family. However, with their heads bowed, F didn’t recognize PW)&lt;br /&gt;F: Let’s donate some money to them. Look at them, so pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;RW: Oh, like I care? (Walks forward, drops a coin.)&lt;br /&gt;(Poor woman reach out to pick, RW steps on the coin when she is just about to pick it up.)&lt;br /&gt;RW: Oh! Sorry, I just dropped it by accident (sarcastic) Trash of society (kick PW)&lt;br /&gt;(PW children stood up looking very fierce. PW face shown for a brief moment.)&lt;br /&gt;F: Darling! (Slow motion runs)&lt;br /&gt;(PW slowly turns and gasp)&lt;br /&gt;(Reaching soon, return to normal speed, both hug and cried in each other’s arm)&lt;br /&gt;(RW gasps and put hands to mouth. Daughters gasp and follow suite.)&lt;br /&gt;F: Oh, darling I am so sorry. Please forgive me for leaving you. I wasn’t in Canada, I married this lady just to give you the money. I promise I won’t leave you ever again. You are the only woman in my heart, the stars shimmer in your eyes and my whole world revolves around you.&lt;br /&gt;RW: (shrieks immediately) F, how could you! How could you do this to us, you mean you married me for money, not because you loved me, huh! I will never forgive you! (Walks up to PW and slaps her) You! You slut! You destroyed my happy marriage.&lt;br /&gt;F: RW (turns and stare at her), how could you?&lt;br /&gt;RW: (slaps him) you were going to be the next.&lt;br /&gt;F: (gives her a malicious look, put his hands around PW and stirs her out of stage right with PC, leaving the rich family behind)&lt;br /&gt;RW: Hng! (Runs to left wing)&lt;br /&gt;D: (Runs after her) (Lights off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Act 3 scene 2&lt;br /&gt;(Lights on)&lt;br /&gt;(RW sobbing in down stage centre with two tais tais in front of her)&lt;br /&gt;RW: And so (sob) he left me (sob) just like that. How can he (sob) be so cruel? (Continue sobbing)&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: (puts hand around her) its okay, this kind of guy is better of gone. He is not worthy. Don’t beat yourself up over it.&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: That’s right. You know my husband, my previous, previous, previous husband left me just like that too, it’s normal, and this is how it goes for pitiful women like us.&lt;br /&gt;(Sobbing, grandmother walks in) (DSL to DSC)&lt;br /&gt;G: Haiyah! It’s your own fault. Marry this kind of husband. (Moves neck front) Never mind lah, just pretend that he died, we shall hold a funeral for him tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;(Father enters) (DSR)&lt;br /&gt;G: Oh! The dead man’s here. (Hit him)&lt;br /&gt;RW: Mother no! (Takes out knife from pocket, look drama, slice her neck, collapse to floor)&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother: RW! RW! *no response frm RW who’s laying on floor*&lt;br /&gt;(Friend 1 puts her finger to RW’s nose. Exchanges a look with Friend 1)&lt;br /&gt;(Both jump up and shriek)&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: She’s not breathing.&lt;br /&gt;(grandmother starts sobbing)&lt;br /&gt;(Lights out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Act 3 scene 4 (everyone on stage except F and lawyer)&lt;br /&gt;(Lights on)&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: At the rich woman’s funeral…&lt;br /&gt;(F walks out with picture of RW, looking very remorseful. Puts picture on table. All stand in a row sobbing)&lt;br /&gt;(Suddenly someone says: hello)&lt;br /&gt;(everyone looks around)&lt;br /&gt;(lawyer enters)&lt;br /&gt;(Talking ensues)&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer (speaking loudly): Apparently, I heard my client died. I shall read her will now, SILENCE PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;(Everybody keeps quiet) (DSC)&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer: All the assets of Mdm RW will go to her husband, Mr F. This includes the house, the 3 bank accounts and shares of ABC Company. Thank You (Exits) (DSL)&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother: What! (Shrieks)&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: Aunty, we have no power to change it, just except it.&lt;br /&gt;G: (Silence, everybody stares at grandmother.) Very well, if that is my daughter’s intention, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;(F hugs PW, turns in circle) (Lights out, spotlight on narrator)&lt;br /&gt;(everyone claps)&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: So, with the money, the job, the house, Mr F live happily ever after with the wife and the grandchildren. The toot policeman managed to get the courage to woo the maid. And so all of them, lived happily ever after. The End&lt;br /&gt;(Lights on) (All to front, bows)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6252743124983759572-3347859168683629551?l=dramamaamaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3347859168683629551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252743124983759572&amp;postID=3347859168683629551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/3347859168683629551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252743124983759572/posts/default/3347859168683629551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramamaamaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/draaaaaaaamaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='DRAAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAAAA'/><author><name>~Da * '03 * Memoirs~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904190426823515895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
