Archive Dept. Catholic High School [Class of 2005]

Shalom!

2006-01-24T08:41:00.000-08:00

Hailing all people from CHS PJ, 2Z1 (2002), 3A1 (2003), 4S1 (2004) or 5S1 (2005)...

Here is a collection of memoirs I've collected all throughout my years of schooling at CHS. Hopefully you'll enjoy them as much as I've enjoyed typing them out.

Aah... The good ol' days...

P.s. And PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave comments. I've forgotten a lot of important stuff like who was acting as what and I would REALLY appreciate it if you would help me remember. And just comment about anything you want, really.

Enjoy!

(To navigate, just click on any of the links below or just scroll down.)

~ flo ~

FATAL LOVE ( 4S1 )

SERVICE ABOVE SELF ( 4S1 )

THE TAMING OF THE SHREW ( 3A1 )

FIGHTING ( 3A1 )

TEENAGERS TODAY ( 3A1 )

HAJI ABDUL RAHMAN LIMBONG ( 2Z1 )

THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL ( CHORAL-SPEAKERS)

CHRISTINE DAAE ( 2Z1)

Fatal Love

2006-01-23T00:07:00.000-08:00

4S1 of 2004
School Drama Competition
WE WON FIRST!!! WE SO TOTALLY ROCK!!!

CAST:
Dr. Patrick Thomas - Xing Ji (was he best actor? I can't remember! Aah!)
Dr. Mark Thomas - Nicholas
Mr. John Thomas - Shu Haur
Mrs. Martha Thomas - Rachel Ooi
Ms. Elizabeth Thomas - Wen Chee
Mr. Helbard - Ken Juin
Mr. George - Timothy
Nurses - Everlyn, Elaine

Special thanks to myself (haha) and Rachel Ooi who brainstormed and came up with this idea of making euthanasia the main theme, Shaun for writing the whole original script (I couldn't have edited it otherwise, out of ideas after thinking of the theme XD), Caleb for his capturing the golden moments to be immortalised forever in the form of CDs, Darell for coming up with the realistically realistic hospital props, Tim for all the white coats and stethoscopes, Yen Tink!!! for taking charge of most of the directing work *and* allowing last-minute practices at her house, everyone who belongs to 4S1 of 2004 for their support and help, all the behind-the-scenes people (music, props, scene-changers, etc...) who've done their share so inexplicably well. To everyone who has in any way contributed to our success: THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! WE LOVE YOU!!! muAKz~!!!

Now, who exactly are "WE"?

("Enough with the Oscar act! Let's git on wit it!")

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NARRATOR (Nicholas):
On the 23rd of August 1992, the voices of 384 aspiring doctors echoed the sacred physician's credo - the Hippocratic Oath:

I swear by Apollo the physician
That I will use my best judgement to help the sick and do no harm
I will not give a woman any medication to cause abortion
I will not give fatal drugs to anyone - even if I am asked. Nor will I suggest any such thing.

(pause) You are now physicians. Go now and do honor to your profesion.

(Increase volume of music - climax - as front curtain opens up)

SCENE ONE

(Sirens of ambulance blares loudly. Doctors and nurses rush to intercept the incoming patient.)

BACKGROUND:
Paging for Dr. Helbard, Dr. Helbard, please proceed to ER at once. I repeat, please proceed to ER at once.

(Dr. Helbard rushes into ER after patient was prepared for op: strapped with an IV, etc.)

(John groans, winces in pain.)

PATRICK:
Let me in! (blocked by nurse) I'm a doctor, for Pete's sake!

NURSE:
Sorry, Mr. Thomas. Non-hospital personnel are not allowed in the operation theater. Regulations.

PATRICK:
If anything wrong happens to my Dad...

(Mark urges Patrick away, outside the ER)

(Operation in progress)

(Outside the ER - Patrick pacing up and down, Mark sits down with stoned expression, Elizabeth consoling Martha who has a headache)

MARK:
I hope Dad's okay. He was fine this morning before I left for my morning shift.

PATRICK:
Well, Dr. Helbard had better do a good job, or else... (clenches fist) If Dad dies... (angry)

MARK:
It's alright, Patrick. I've worked with Helbard before. He's not one who makes mistakes.

MARTHA:
Please, Lord... Don't take him away from me... Please have mercy... Don't do this to me... Please... Please...

(words choke back. muffled sobs, drops back into chair, buries face in hands)

(Elizabeth consoles mom. After a while, Dr. Helbard comes out from the emergency room, drained)

MARTHA:
How is John? Is he going to be okay? What happened to him?

ELIZABETH:
Will my dad be alright?

DR. HELBARD:
(pats Elizabeth's shoulder) The good news is he's currently under stable conditions. However, he will need further treatments.

MARK:
Further treatments? (Dr. Helbard looks on gravely) Helbard, spill the bad news.

DR. HELBARD:
John is suffering from severe leukemia. I'm afraid nothing can be done about it.

MARK:
What do you mean nothing? How about radiotherapy? Surgery?

DR. HELBARD:
Mark, we will do all we can. Your dad is in the final stage. We have put him under life support. We can barely keep him breathing.

PATRICK:
How long does he get to live, doctor?

DR. HELBARD:
If his condition becomes worse... (pause, look solemn) not more than 10 months. I'm sorry.

(Martha stares at Dr. Helbard in shock. She turns and walks away, speechless. begins to cry)

ELIZABETH:
This can't be happening.

PATRICK:
(shocked) Dad's... dying!

MARK:
I'll do anything to ensure Dad will get well. I will make Dad healthy again. I will not fail.

SCENE TWO - 3 MONTHS LATER

(At John's ward. Martha looks forlornly at John. Martha is sitting on chair near John's hospital bed and singing softly.)

DR. GEORGE:
Good morning, Mrs. Thomas.

MARTHA:
Good morning, doctor. (sighs) My mornings have never been good since the day John was hospitalised.

DR. GEORGE:
(pats her shoulder comfortingly. Gets clipboard and checks IV) And how's our brave man doing today? Hmm. He looks quite fine... blood pressure - check, heart-beat - check...

(Mark comes in with a bunch of flowers)

MARK:
Morning, George. Hey, mom. Look, I've got some flowers for Dad.

MARTHA:
That's so sweet of you, Mark.

DR. GEORGE:
Well, Mrs. Thomas, I reckon you're blessed to have such a wonderful son.

MARTHA:
I guess I am. (smiles at Mark) Your dad has always loved flowers. I can still remember the first time I met him... in the Bougainia Gardens. He was picking up these lovely flowers. When he saw me, he smiled and gave them all to me. (laughs softly) But, that won't happen ever again.

MARK:
Mom, don't give up hope yet. I meant to tell you this earlier, but I wasn't really sure at that time. I have been working together with a team of medical scientists to find a cure for leukemia. The trials have been very encouraging.

MARTHA:
Are you saying that there might be a chance...? Oh, thank God!

DR. GEORGE:
Mark, may I have a private word with you?

MARK:
Why, sure, George.

(outside the ward)

DR. GEORGE:
Why on earth did you tell her that?

MARK:
Tell her what? Oh, the cure? George, it has a 75% probability of working.

DR. GEORGE:
Maybe so. But have you ever considered whether the government will approve it? Or whether this drug will have negative side-effects?

(Mark is speechless)

MARK:
I just want my dad to get well.

DR. GEORGE:
I know what you're going through, Mark. I will do all I can for you and your father.

MARK:
Thanks, George.

SCENE THREE - AT HOME HAVING DINNER

ELIZABETH:
Mom, you need rest. You look so tired.

MARTHA:
Dear, I know. But I just keep thinking about your dad. (shakes head)

MARK:
Don't worry too much, mom. We have to continue praying for him and just hope for the best.

PATRICK:
(bites food) Hmm... the mutton is excellent.

MARTHA:
Thanks, dear.

PATRICK:
I met Mrs. Russell yesterday. She wanted me to put an end to Russell's suffering by pulling off his life support system and let him die.

MARK:
Really! So what did you tell her?

PATRICK:
I said I couldn't do it... but... (looks as if he wanted to say more)

MARK:
(nods in agreement) It's against our ethics. We, doctors are supposed to heal, not kill. It's against the Hippocratic Oath. By the way, mom, have you seen dad today? How is he?

MARTHA:
(sighs) He's alright. Thin, shrivelled, looking more haggard by the day. The pain is getting worse lately.

MARK:
He'll be fine. We have to keep hoping for a miracle.

MARTHA:
(puts down fork. nerves snap. blurts out) You've been saying that for the past few months. Aren't you tired of it? We all know he's dying! (pauses in awkward silence) I'm sorry, Mark. It's just that I'm so sick and tired of this whole thing.

MARK:
It's alright, mom. I understand. There might still be hope that...

MARTHA:
Hope? What hope is there left? At first, I thought that... maybe he could get well... and then there was this news about your new drug and everything... but it's been four months now, Mark. Four months! Sometimes, I just wish the Almighty would just end his suffering. (sighs)

(All eat in silence)

PATRICK:
Mom, have you ever considered... ending Dad's life?

MARTHA:
(looks at him, aghast. slaps him. shrieks:) How dare you suggest such a thing! It's your own father for goodness' sake! (starts sobbing profusedly)

PATRICK:
But I just wanted to help end dad's suffering. We know that there's nothing more in life for him. Besides...

ELIZABETH:
(interrupts) Enough, Patrick! Stop it!

PATRICK:
(grimly) But what I said is true. Dad suffers so much. You know it, Mark. (stronger tone, estranged expression) You know it everytime you look at Dad.

MARK:
I don't believe you just said that, Patrick! No one on this earth can take away another human being's life! It's murder!

PATRICK:
It's for Dad's own good!

MARTHA:
Children! I've had enough of this nonsense! Patrick, never bring this up again, ever!

PATRICK:
(shouts at mom) If only you could just think of what it would mean to Dad!

MARTHA:
(yells back distraughtly, indignantly) What would it mean to be killed by your own flesh and blood?

PATRICK:
(stands up, throws napkin onto table disgustedly) I'm leaving!

(Patrick storms off, slams the door)

SCENE FOUR - AT PATRICK'S ROOM

(Patrick is massaging his temples. Soft music. Phone rings.)

PATRICK:
(answers phone) Dr. Patrick Thomas speaking.

(PHONE):
Good evening, doctor. I have bad news. Your patient, Kenny Russell just passed away an hour ago.

PATRICK:
So soon? God rest his soul.

(PHONE):
The pain was excruciating. He was a brave man, doc.

PATRICK:
Thank you, Dr. Jenkins.

(sound of phone hung up)

(Patrick looks down, as if to control his feelings. Suddenly, starts up. Angry, regretful, lets out tension by gritting teeth and clenching fists)

PATRICK:
This is all my fault! (throws book onto floor) I should have performed euthanasia on Kenny! (throws more stuff) I could have prevented Kenny's pain! (kicks chair) It was me who made Dad angry before he got sick! Why does it always have to be me, me, ME? Why me? (crumbles onto floor)

(After moments of silence, Patrick looks up, fire burns in his eyes. Determined.)

PATRICK:
I will not let this happen to Dad. I will let him die peacefully, whether Mom or Mark allows it or not!

SCENE FIVE - AT JOHN'S HOSPITAL WARD

(Mark running towards John's hospital ward, holding antidote, excitedly)

MARK:
The cure! I have found the cure! Quick, prepare my Dad for...!

(Patrick walks slowly out of the room, sees his brother but did not show signs of recognition.)

PATRICK:
He's... he's dead. (Looks dazed, as if in total shock) I... He... he just left us. Father's dead. (quietly) Maybe I should be, too...

(Patrick walks out of scene. Sees father lifeless on hospital bed. Martha crying.)

MARTHA:
John! John! It's Martha here. Oh no, John!

MARK:
We've got to try and revive him! We need oxygen, stat! The antidote...

HOSPITAL PERSONNEL:
Doctor, there's nothing we can do anymore. Let nature take its course.

MARK:
No! Dad! Noooo! (sobs)

MARTHA:
Talk to me, John! Please! Show me a sign that you're alive! Why did you leave me? John!

MARK:
I was too late. It's all my fault.

DR. GEORGE:
No, it wasn't your fault, Mark. Your dad was suffering respiratory problems two days ago. It's alright. At least his troubles are finally over.

NURSE:
(runs into room, panting, anxious) Dr. Mark, we've got some serious trouble in Lab 3-1-B!

MARK:
(starts up) What?!

(Mark runs out to Lab 3-1-B)

SCENE SIX - AT LAB 3-1-B

(Mark has not arrived.)

(Patrick holding gun, points at nurses and doctors. Nurses screaming in fright.)

PATRICK:
Get out! Every single one of you! Out!

DR. HELBARD:
Now, Dr. Patrick, please stop this at once!

PATRICK:
Shut up, Helbard! For all I know, my dad's suffering was caused by you!

DR. HELBARD:
But, that's impossible!

PATRICK:
You were the first doctor to operate on my dad! For all I know, you did a big mistake in the operation and just refused to admit it!

DR. HELBARD:
Patrick, don't be stupid. Of course I wouldn't do such a thing!

PATRICK:
Shut up, Helbard! SHUT UP AND GET OUT!

DR. HELBARD:
Patrick...

(Patrick aims and shoots ceiling)

PATRICK:
The next shot will be meant for you. Now, get lost!

(Dr. Helbard turns and runs out of the room. Patrick is alone.)

PATRICK:
Oh, no. Oh God, will You ever forgive me of the sin I have done?

(Patrick cries, lifting hands above, and then crumbling down to the floor)

(Mark rushes into room)

MARK:
Patrick? What... Why... (sees gun) Oh, my goodness...

PATRICK:
Get out, Mark.

MARK:
Stop this act, Patrick. Don't make our family suffer anymore.

PATRICK:
(bitterly) Our family? I feel as though I don't deserve to be in it. I was always the black sheep of our family.

MARK:
That's untrue! Mom and Dad were always proud of you. You're intelligent...

PATRICK:
Don't try to soothe me with your petty praises, Mark. (mutters) Intelligent enough to commit a crime.

MARK:
A crime? Patrick, of course you never did commit any crime. You couldn't possibly...

PATRICK:
Mark! (softer) I am a murderer.

MARK:
No! You're not!

PATRICK:
It was me. I killed Dad!

MARK:
That can't be true. Patrick, we all knew that his time was up.

PATRICK:
His time wasn't up, Mark. It wasn't.

MARK:
W... wh... what do you mean?

PATRICK:
I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand to see him suffering. I couldn't bear to see mom crying everyday. At least now that his troubles are over, I thought that we could get on with life. But that isn't the case with me.

MARK:
No. No. It couldn't be. (disbelievingly)

PATRICK:
Now that you know that truth, I know that you despise me. (bitterly) Yes, you do despise me now. Mom will probably never look me in the eye again. What is left in life for me but hatred? All because of an act of love!

MARK:
It wasn't an act of love, Patrick. We had this conversation before during dinner. I should have realised that you would just go on with your mercy-killing plan.

PATRICK:
Stop it, Mark! I know I don't deserve to live!

(Patrick points gun on his own head)

MARK:
No, Patrick. You don't have to do this!

PATRICK:
No one can stop me from ending my life. NO ONE!!!

MARK:
Don't do it, Patrick.

PATRICK:
And why shouldn't I? I just can't live anymore! I'm the cause of Dad's death! I am the guilty one... (sobs) No one will ever understand the pain I'm going through. It is time I go. Yes, it is time.

MARK:
Patrick...

(Patrick corks the piston and gets ready to shoot himself)

PATRICK:
I love you, Mark. Send my love to Mom and Elizabeth.

MARK:
Patrick, don't do this to me! What will mom do? Don't do this. No... No...!

(Patrick pulls the trigger and kills himself)

MARK:
Nooooooooo! (cries in anguish)

(Spotlight on Mark dimes off.)

THE END.

Original script by Shaun. Edited by Flo. Proof-read by Rachel Ooi.

Service Above Self

2006-01-22T23:31:00.000-08:00

4S1 of 2004
English Day presentation at assembly ground
P.s. I can't remember who played which part! Sorry, guys... If you know who you were, pls leave a comment or something

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XING JI:
A very good morning to everyone. As usual, the theme of our presentation is service above self" with the help of our cheerleaders.

(SELF and SERVICE dance out and forms "SELF SERVICE". Look up at signs confusedly, like something's not right. Look around. ABOVE (Shu Haur) is missing, hiding behind narrator. SELF and SERVICE drags him out. ABOVE has stage fright. SELF & SERVICE point at "SERVICE ABOVE SELF" sign. Immediately, ABOVE struts coolly and does his "thing". Forms "SERVICE ABOVE SELF)

XING JI:
And now, we would like to invite Professor Dumbledore for the literal meaning of this phrase.

PROF (Caleb):
Ahem... The Oxford Dictionary defines the word service which is universally conveyed in One's intellect as a noun, which leads to the incorrugible actuality that it originates from the root word serve, which in customary context means... mumble... mumble... snore...

FLO:
Oh, nevermind! Service above self mainly means doing the right thing even though it might endanger yourself or prevent you from doing what you actually want to do. Now, the act of service above self is so important. If not, there would be no reason for every class to come out with a presentation on it! However, just like every other thing, it also has its myths. And today, my fellow friends is the day of clarification, justification and elucidation of these corrupt and fake myths. Myth no.1 - you have to be macho to prove that you believe in service above self. For example, in this scene of our rendition of Troy...

PARIS' BRO: Paris, you have to help us! The enemy is closing in. Our city needs your service!

HECTOR: B-b-bu-but...

(Paris gets pulled opposite ways by both. Freeze!)

HELENA: (flirtatiously) Come with me, Paris. I need your service.

FLO:
To fight or to hide, that is the question. But take a look at this scene!

XING JI:
Rewind!

HECTOR: Paris, you have to help us! The enemy is closing in. Our city needs your service!

WEAK PARIS: B-b-bu-but...

HELENA: But you want to stay with me, don't you?

WEAK PARIS: No! Let's go, Hector!

HELENA: What?! Paris!

WEAK PARIS: Can't you read? (points at sign) Service above self!

XING JI:
Myth no.2 - You need to be phobia-free to show service above self. (pause) He knows no fear. He knows no danger. He knows... nothing!

(COOL JOHNNY ENGLISH and old lady sitting down. CJE reading paper upside-down. Old lady suddenly starts screaming and screaming and screaming, pointing at "spider". CJE jumps up and points gun everywhere. Finds out old lady was screaming at spider, shakes head like old lady is cranky, and continues reading his paper as old lady keeps screaming and screaming and screaming...)

FLO:
Hmm... so much for being a hero. Let's take a look on how the fearful Johnny English might have handled the same situation by putting service above self.

(FEARFUL JOHNNY ENGLISH looks around frantically, and holds onto pepper spray as if ready to defend himself. Sits beside old lady. Old lady starts screaming act. Immediately, Johnny points at Service Above Self sign and sticks out pepper spray at imaginary assailant... the evil, malicious, anti-woman SPIDER)

FLO:
Myth no.3 - Go all out to show the act of service above self no matter what the situation. I know this is a little overboard, but it is very important that we know this. This can be portrayed by our friendly neighbourhood... (spiderman theme - spidey (Si Yi) walks out doing web-act)

XING JI:
He helps little ladies... (cheerleader drops signs, spidey helps)
He helps old ladies... (old lady falls down, spidey helps)
He even helps his worst enemy... (evil laugh)(green goblin (Li Hong) falls down, spidey helps, get chased)

FLO:
Well, you don't have to be macho, you don't need to be fearless and you most certainly do not have to go over-extreme in your conquest of practising the act of service above self. All you have to do is to look around, analyse the reaction and consequences rationally and use the opportunities you find to show that you place service above self. Thank you, cheerleaders. You may go off now.

(Cheerleaders do a little jig. SELF and SERVICE move away, leaving ABOVE who continues dancing. SELF & SERVICE try to tell him. But ABOVE refuses, points at sign Service About Self and continues dancing.

FLO:
Thank you.

(Everyone drags ABOVE away)

THE END.

by Flo '04

The Taming of the Shrew (an adaptation)

2006-01-16T19:50:00.000-08:00

3A1 of 2003
Inter-class Drama Competition
Awarded Best Comedy!!!

(Do you remember the screwed-up PA system, the music-less dancing, the gruelling practices, the fake sun, the laughter?)

Cast:
Richard - Timothy
John - Nicholas
Wine-servants - Shu Haur & Zhen Yuan
Sir Anderson - Alex
Katherina - Yen Tink
Priscilla - Su Inn
Mrs. Anderson - Florence
Chef - Wei Yue
Sir Luke - Si Yi
Gentleman - Gopinath
Dominic - Shu Haur
Other dancers - Li Sian, May Yun

_______________________________

NARRATOR:
This is a story of two young women, one sweet and gentle, the other a shrew. One marries for love, the other for money. Who is happier? The answer may surprise you! Ladies and gentlemen, we proudly present to you... The Taming of the Shrew.

(Main curtain opens)

NARRATOR:
It all started in Sir Anderson's party. It was his fiftieth birthday and he was having a ball. Lords and ladies from all over town attended this happy event.

SCENE ONE

(Dancing part. Dancers leave when music fades. Middle curtain closes. Richard, John and wine-servant remain. Richard bumps into John who bumps into the servant.)

RICHARD:
Who on earth caused this... Why, if it isn't my long-lost friend, John McGregor! (hugs) What brings you here?

JOHN:
My father has died and left me a fortune. I come to seek a wife.

RICHARD:
Aha! I could find you one who could make you very, very rich! But, this woman, Katherina is a shrew and has a very bad temper.

JOHN:
Really? Come, bring me to her!

RICHARD:
John, wait. Priscilla, Katherina's younger sister is the love of my life. Introduce me to her father, Sir Anderson, as a music teacher for Priscilla.

JOHN:
Definitely! Oh, look who's here!

(Sir Anderson & Mrs. Anderson enter)

SIR ANDERSON:
Good evening, gentlemen. How do you find the party?

JOHN:
It's excellent! Say, have you... not an eldest daughter?

SIR ANDERSON:
I... uh...

MRS. ANDERSON:
Yes, she's Katherina.

JOHN:
I am John McGregor, son of Sir Malcolm McGregor. I have come to see the sweet Katherina for myself. Also, I offer you someone to teach Priscilla music. His name is Richard Andrews.

SIR ANDERSON:
Why, thank you. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Andrews.

(Katherina and the servant enter. Servant offers her a cup of wine and spills it over her. Katherina screams and storms off.)

MRS. ANDERSON:
That's her. Katherina.

JOHN:
Wow! What a woman! I just can't wait to meet her!

SIR ANDERSON:
(sigh) Wait here, John. I shall send Katherina to you.

SCENE TWO

JOHN:
If she scolds, I'll tell her, "What a sweet voice you have!" When she frowns, I'll say, "How beautiful your wrinkles are!" And, if she refuses to marry me, I'll set a wedding date as if she had agreed!

(Kate enters angrily)

JOHN:
(bows) Good evening, Kate.

KATHERINA:
Call me Katherina!

JOHN:
Oh, no. I'll call you sweet Kate. I have heard of your sweetness and beauty praised in every town, and I am moved to ask you... (kneels and takes her hand) to be my wife.

KATHERINA:
(pulls back her hand) Then let whoever moved you here move you away again!

JOHN:
Come, now. I will marry you, for I am a gentleman.

KATHERINA:
You think so? Take that! (moves hand to slap John)

JOHN:
(grabs her hand) I swear I'll kiss you if you strike me!

KATHERINA:
Let me go! (struggles)

JOHN:
Never, Kate! I will marry you. I am the one born to tame you - to change you from a wild Kate to a sweet Kate!

(Sir & Mrs. Anderson enter)

SIR ANDERSON:
Well, John, how did you get on with my daughter?

JOHN:
Very will, sit. In fact, we agree to be married next Sunday!

KATHERINA:
Over my dead body!!!

JOHN:
Don't worry. We've agreed that she would continue to act like this in public. But really, she loves me!

SIR & MRS. ANDERSON:
She does?

JOHN:
You won't believe it, but when you left us, she was hanging on my neck and kissing it!

KATHERINA:
What!!!

JOHN:
I shall leave now and prepare for the wedding.

SIR ANDERSON:
I don't know what to say... but I wish you joy!

JOHN:
Goodbye, sweet Kate. (bows)

(John leaves the room)

KATHERINA:
I will not marry this man!

MRS. ANDERSON:
Don't be silly, Katherina!

SIR ANDERSON:
His father was a good friend of mine. I'm sure he will take good care of you! You will marry him!

SCENE THREE

RICHARD:
And now, fair Priscilla; let me teach you a song. (clears throat)

I'm Richard Andrews
Son of Sir Luke
When I first saw you
All my dreams came true
And I think to myself
What a wonderful girl!

PRISCILLA:

You're charming; it's true
Oh, what can I do?
I think I'm in love
In love with you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful love!

RICHARD & PRISCILLA:

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world!

RICHARD:
Oh, Priscilla!

PRISCILLA:
Richard, my love!

(They are about to hug each other when Sir & Mrs. Anderson enters)

SIR ANDERSON:
What are you doing?

MRS. ANDERSON:
Priscilla, leave this room!

PRISCILLA:
Richard, sweetheart, I must go!

RICHARD:
Yes, my love. I will think of you always!

PRISCILLA:
Really? Everyday?

RICHARD:
Yes, everyday.

PRISCILLA:
Every minute?

RICHARD:
Every minute, my love.

PRISCILLA:
Every second?

SIR ANDERSON:
Priscilla!!!

(Priscilla hurries off. Richard looks forlorn.)

SIR ANDERSON:
Look, Richard. I know who you really are. Tell me, do you truly love Priscilla?

RICHARD:
Oh, Sir Anderson, I could write a novel about my love for Priscilla! She's as sweet as an angel and as beautiful as...

SIR ANDERSON:
(puts up his hand to stop Richard) Then Priscilla is yours - if your father agrees.

RICHARD:
Why, thank you, sir! Boy, I'm so happy! I feel like I'm walking on air...

(Sir Anderson shakes his head and leaves the room, smiling.)

RICHARD:
Cripes! My father is still on his voyage around the world! For all I know, his courageous adventures might have brought him to his grave! What am I to do?

(Richard walks up and down and thinks, scratching his hear, wringing his hands, etc... suddenly, he looks up excitedly and snaps his fingers.)

RICHARD:
I know! I'll find someone to act as my father! No one would notice!

(Richard leaves.)

(Richard, Gentleman and Sir Anderson enter from opposite directions.)

RICHARD:
Sir Anderson, here is my father, Sir Luke Andrews.

GENTLEMAN:
Since my son and your daughter love each other, I am willing to let them marry.

SIR ANDERSON:
I am well pleased.

SCENE FOUR

NARRATOR:
Sunday arrived, and all was ready for Katherina's wedding feast... except for the bridegroom.

(Middle curtain opens to reveal food table and the Andersons.)

MRS. ANDERSON:
Oh dear! Look at the time!

SIR ANDERSON:
Where could John be?

KATHERINA:
I told you he was a fool! He sets the day, invites friends, and yet never means to marry! He's a fool, an idiot. He might even be stupid enough to appear in his pyjamas to his wedding feast!

MRS. ANDERSON:
Now, Katherina, don't be mad! Who would be idiotic enough to wear that! Pyjamas, indeed!

(John enters dressed in his pyjamas)

JOHN:
Behold, I am here!

SIR ANDERSON:
Come, John... this is your wedding feast! Change your clothes!

JOHN:
Not I! Kate will be married to me, not to my clothes! (sees Kate) Hallo, sweet Kate!

(John takes Kate's hand to kiss it.

KATHERINA:
(pulls her hand away) Don't you dare call me that!

JOHN:
Very well, sweetie. On with the bridal feast!

(Everyone sits down)

JOHN:
What's this? (picks at food) Where's the chef?

CHEF:
Y... yes, sir?

JOHN:
What is this thing I'm about to eat?

CHEF:
It's m...m...mutton, sir.

JOHN:
Mutton? (Takes a bite and spits it out, shows a disgusted face) It's burnt!

KATHERINA:
Please, husband! It's not that bad!

JOHN:
It's burnt! Hot-tempered people like us should never eat over-cooked meat! Never! Well, never mind. (stands up) Let us go, Kate.

SIR ANDERSON:
(stands up) What! You mean to leave already?

KATHERINA:
I will not leave now. Go yourself! On with the bridal feast!

JOHN:
Yes, obey the bride! Enjoy the bridal feast! But Kate... (grabs her hand) comes with me!

KATHERINA:
Help!

(John pulls Katherina out of the scene)

SIR ANDERSON:
Of all mad matches, never was one like this!

MRS. ANDERSON:
My daughter, being mad herself, is madly mated!

(Middle curtain closes)

(John enters alone)

JOHN:
(to himself) I will not let her eat or sleep. In everything I do, I'll tell her I do it out of kindness! This is how I'll teach her to control her temper.

(John leaves. Katherina enters.)

KATHERINA:
(to herself) I am starved, dizzy for lack of sleep... and all in the name of love! What is John trying to prove to me?

SCENE FIVE

NARRATOR:
The next day, John and Katherina walked to Sir Anderson's house for a dinner.

(John and Katherina enter.)

JOHN:
See how bright the moon shines!

KATHERINA:
It's the sun!

JOHN:
I say it is the moon! It shall be the moon, or we won't go to your father's house!

KATHERINA:
Then, the moon it shall be.

JOHN:
Then, let us go on!

(Sir Luke enters in the opposite direction)

JOHN:
Good evening, miss. Tell me, Kate, have you ever seen such a beautiful young girl?

KATE:
Indeed, she is lovely! Happy are the parents of such a beautiful child!

(Sir Luke looks at them, then looks around for the beautiful girl)

SIR LUKE:
Where? I can't seem to see any beautiful girl around!

JOHN:
Come, Kate, I hope you are not mad! This is an old gentleman!

KATHERINA:
Why, I beg my pardon! The moon must have blinded me!

SIR LUKE:
(laughs) Good evening. I am Sir Luke Andrews. I am here to visit my son, Richard.

JOHN:
Then we are truly related! Richard is marrying my wife's sister.

SIR LUKE:
Is this so? What a coincidence!

(They walk a little forward and stop)

SIR LUKE:
Well, here we are! Hello? Is anyone home?

(Gentleman enters)

GENTLEMAN:
Good morning, sirs. May I help you?

SIR LUKE:
Good morning. Please tell Richard that his father is here.

GENTLEMAN:
You lie! I am his father!

SIR LUKE:
You are his father?

GENTLEMAN:
Yes, I am!

(Dominic enters.)

DOMINIC:
Oh, dear! It's my old master, Sir Luke! Now we are in trouble!

SIR LUKE:
Dominic, come here!

(Dominic tries to run away but Sir Luke catches him by the collar)

SIR LUKE:
Have you forgotten me?

DOMINIC:
Help! A madman is trying to harass me!

GENTLEMAN:
Help, Richard! Help, Sir Anderson! Servants, do something! Dominic will be killed!

(Sir & Mrs. Anderson, Richard and Priscilla enter)

RICHARD:
(to Gentleman) Father, what's the matter?

GENTLEMAN:
Call a policeman! Take this madman to jail!

RICHARD:
But, father? (sees Sir Luke) Father!

SIR LUKE:
You have got some explaining to do, young man.

PRISCILLA:
(points to the Gentleman) But I thought he was your father!

RICHARD:
Cripes! Pardon me, Priscilla! Pardon me, dear father! I thought you were lost at sea!

SIR LUKE:
I guess I should have sent you a message. Going around the world took longer than I expected.

SIR ANDERSON:
Let us go inside, Sir Luke. Together, we will make a proper marriage agreement between our children!

(Everyone leaves. John and Kate remain. Dominic remains, tying his shoelace.)

JOHN:
Well, sweet Kate, shall we go inside?

KATHERINA:
Yes, dear husband.

JOHN:
First, tell me you love me.

KATHERINA:
Err...

JOHN:
Why? Are you ashamed of me?

KATHERINA:
No, only ashamed of my old self. I'm sorry, John. I have been beastly to you.

JOHN:
Why, that's okay.

KATHERINA:
No, it's not. I noticed that no matter how rude I was, you would still be kind to me. I have checked myself and...

JOHN:
And?

KATHERINA:
I realised that... I love you.

JOHN:
I love you, too, sweet Kate. There, you said it! Now, let's go in!

(John and Katherina leave happily.)

DOMINIC:
John has indeed tamed a shrew! Sir Anderson...!

(Dominic runs off)

NARRATOR:
Here ends our story. Whether John married for love or money... we do not know. More importantly, Katherina, or rather, sweet Kate was changed by his loving-kindness and determination. Therefore, they lived happily ever after.

THE END.

Written by Florence Foong (2003)

Fighting - Where You Least Expect It

2006-01-16T04:54:00.000-08:00

3A1 of 2003
After PMR inter-class competition
I think we got ourselves a prize... Was it 3rd placing or something?

Cast: Students of 3A1.

P.s. If you guys remember which part you were playing please leave a comment, ya?

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REPORTER 1:
Good morning to all of you out there. We from 3A1 are glad to present to you a sketch entitled "FIGHTING - WHERE YOU LEAST EXPECT IT". (pause) Today, right here in this very place, we have the Big Show versus the Undertaker in the WWE Championship!

(Crowd scream estatically)

REPORTER 1:
Unfortunately, fighting is not allowed in our school. So, too bad! Hi, I'm Florence and you're watching the CHS documentary on fighting. The end result of a recent fight in our school ended rather tragically. Here I have with me an actual witness. So, what do you have to say?

WITNESS:
(shocked and distraught) It was real bad... I couldn't bear to see it!

REPORTER 1:
Usually all fights lead to the humiliation of standing in front of the staffroom, the discipline room, or for the worse cases, on the stage of the assembly ground being scrutinized by 2000 pairs of eyes, watching your every move.

(Teacher whacks two students on their butts. Students scream and howl away. Teacher leaves them sobbing into their hankies.)

REPORTER 1:
How do you feel now?

VICTIM 1:
The pain! The pain! I can't feel my fingers! AAARGH!

VICTIM 2 (Shu Haur):
I want my mummy!

REPORTER 1:
Well, it normally ends with nobody winning and nobody losing. But in the next scenario, we will be able to determine the ultimate, one and only champion. It is a battle to bag the number one position, through sweat and blood. We call it the academic war. Some students even study as if they feel it is the end of the world if they can't remember something.

GUY STUDENT (Shu Haur):
Hey, do you know what year Malaysia got her independence?

GIRL STUDENT (Yen Tink):
Oh, man! I forgot! I completely forgot! It's in the textbook, page 124, second paragraph, fifth line, written in blue. I can't believe I forgot the date!

REPORTER 1:
It's a terrible war, isn't it? The worst thing about this fight is that, it never ever seems to end! How horrible! It was the day of the Math test. Shu Haur knew that if he didn't beat Yen Tink in this crucial test, his chance of getting first was doomed and he would regret it - forever.

(Teacher hands out exam papers to Shu Haur and Yen Tink.)

TEACHER:
You may start... now!

(Both Shu Haur and Yen Tink start writing furiously.)

REPORTER 1:
Oh look! Yen Tink has finished! Uh-oh, Shu Haur is facing some problem with his paper... What's he doing? He's... playing with his fingers? One plus one is two! It's two! What is he waiting for?

(Yen Tink snickers at Shu Haur. He gets furious, grabs her paper and tears it into shreds. Yen Tink gets furious, grabs his paper and tears it up. Teacher furiously points at the door and yells at them to get out.)

REPORTER 1:
Whoa, violent! Okay, let's go on. As this show is about fighting, I have here with me a member of the disciplinary board of CHS to talk about this hot issue. So, sir, what do you think about fighting?

SIR (Timothy):
You want to fight with me? Sure! I have got my white belt recently! I also have got red belt, blue belt, light green belt, and a yellow polka dot bikini. Oops. Belt, I mean. C'mon! Fight me if you dare! Why, you chicken?

(Sir acts out the chicken act and makes clucking noises.)

REPORTER 1:
Err... sir? I meant for you to comment on the issue of fighting among students...

SIR:
Fighting among students? When? Where? Who? I tell you, nowadays, the students have very bad discipline! Fighting here, fighting there, fighting everywhere! I waste a lot of time trying to educate them that fighting is bad but you know what? Sai hei only! Grr...

(Sir storms off in a bad mood.)

REPORTER 1:
Oh, dear! Things are certainly not looking up. Anyway, there's another kind of fighting in school. We call it the war of love. Let's take a look at this scene... we managed to recover it from a hidden surveillance camera in school.

(Guy - geeky; Guy2 - macho fella)

(Guy approaches girl and gives flower. Girl puts nose in the air, declines. Guy 2 comes out, angry, sees guy with girl. Guy 2 challenges Guy to a fight. Guy looks blur, gives a small punch and leaves Guy2 in pain. Girl swoons as she walks away after Guy.)

REPORTER 1:
Well, that was interesting! As a break, I'll pass the time to Nicholas who will bring us to the CHS beauty pageant, live.

REPORTER 2:
Thank you. Here I am at the final stage of the CHS beauty pageant. It will start in ten minutes from now and I have our lovely ladies right here! Let's ask them how they feel.

LADY 1:
Oh! I am very excited. I have been waiting for this moment all my life. I will win, hopefully.

LADY 2:
Hey! Don't hog the camera with your pathetic comment! Hi! I'm Yen Tink from Penang.

LADY 3:
Move it! Hi! I'm ____ from Kuala Lumpur.

LADY 4 (Li Ee??):
OUCH! You've stepped on my foot! Why you... (pulls hair)

(Ladies begin fighting: You've ruined my dress! My make up! Get away! You toot!)

REPORTER 2:
(shouting) As you can see, the event has... OUCH! My foot! Anyway, the event has broken into a fight. Back to you, Florence. Hey! Don't push me! Aaaaah!

REPORTER 1:
I guess we have learnt an important lesson today that is, we should not...

REPORTER 2:
(comes in looking messed up) Fight! For it only brings harm and negative effects to us!

REPORTER 1:
(smiles sarcastically at Reporter 2) As I was saying, we should...

REPORTER 2:
Always try to tolerate and co-operate with one another.

REPORTER 1:
(glares at Reporter 2) Anyway, fighting is...

REPORTER 2:
NEVER GOOD! In other words, BAD!

REPORTER 1:
AHEM! That's it for today's documentary. We from Channel CHS wish you...

REPORTER 2:
Good afternoon, good day and GOODBYE!

DIRECTOR:
And cut!

REPORTER 1:
You did that on purpose!

REPORTER 2:
What?

REPORTER 1:
You stole my lines on purpose!

REPORTER 2:
Of course! It's a dog-eat-dog world, okay!

REPORTER 1:
You know what? That's right! Cause I feel like pulling all your hair out right now! (turns to audience) By the way...

REPORTER 2:
THANK YOU!

(Reporter 1 growls and chases Reporter 2 out of the scene.)

THE END.

Written by Florence Foong (2003)

Haji Abdul Rahman Limbong

2006-01-16T04:13:00.000-08:00

2Z1 of 2002
History Class (Pn. Tan Bee Ying)

Cast:
Haji - Yen Tink
Penduduk - Jordan, Jian Liang, Jun Hao
Petani - Ying Hui
Petani (askar) - Kai Feng, Wee Lyam, Teck Liang
Polis British - Sean Der, Chong Yaw
Wakil British - Rong Kang
Pencerita - Jmin Keat
Hakim - Wai Leong

_______________________________

HAJI (Yen Tink):
Hai, saya Haji Abdul Rahman Limbong. Nama sebenar saya Haji Abdul Rahman bin Haji Abdul Hamid. Saya dilahirkan di Telemong, Terengganu. Saya seorang ulama yang sangat dihormati dan disegani masyarakat tempatan. Saya digelar Haji Abdul Rahman Limbong kerana selalu ke Limbong, Kemaman untuk mengajar agama dan menjalan bisnes. Saya menentang keras peraturan dan perubahan dalam pentadbiran tanah yang diperkenalkan oleh British.

PENDUDUK (Jordan):
Sebelum British datang, Terengganu telah mempunyai peraturan dan pentadbiran berlandaskan Islam. Masyarakat tempatan bebas membuka tanah untuk bercucuk tanam dan mengambil hasil hutan.

(Jun Hao walks out, draw trees on the board and pretends to take 'hasil'.)

PENDUDUK (Jian Liang):
Tetapi British datang dan pat kua. Undang-undang baru tentang cara membuka tanah diperkenalkan. Ini membebankan rakyat tempatan, khususnya petani yang miskin seperti saya. (cries)

PETANI (Ying Hui):
Aiyo! Sejak British datang, banyak problem-oh. Mesti buat ini dan itu. Sangat mafan-lo. Mesti ada surat kebenaran atau pas dari kerajaan untuk mengusahakan tanah. Kalau tak mau, kena saman lagi. Susah! Saman tak apa, tapi mesti pergi Mahkamah dan kena denda!

HAJI (Yen Tink):
My friend, itulah sebab saya berjuang - untuk membela nasib golongan petani. (turns to 'petani's: Kai Feng, Teck Liang, Wee Lyam) Wahai, petani sekalian! Jangan takut peraturan British! Tanah adalah hak Tuhan!

BRITISH (Rong Kang):
Ya, ya. Kami sudah saman dan mendakwa 43 orang kerana membuka tanah tanpa kebenaran.

PETANI-PETANI:
Apa?!!

HAJI (Yen Tink):
Jangan takut, saya akan mewakili kamu semua dalam perbicaraan.

PENCERITA (Jmin Keat):
Dalam beberapa kali perbicaraan, tiada keputusan dicapai.

HAJI (Yen Tink):
Kamu tahu kenapa? British bimbang kebolehan dan kepintaran saya dan pengikut saya yang ramai!

PENCERITA (Jmin Keat):
Tahun 1925...

HAJI (Yen Tink):
(to 'petani's) Kita 300 hingga 500 orang petani bersihkan tanah Tengku Haji Nik tanpa surat kebenaran.

PENCERITA (Jmin Keat):
Pada 1928, lebih kurang 1000 orang telah berhimpun di Kampung Buluh, Kuala Berang.

(Kai Feng, Wee Lyam & Teck Liang bring 'weapons' e.g. pencil box, broom, dustbin cover, feather duster, etc. and attack Balai Polis Kuala Berang. They raise a red flag there.)

PENCERITA (Jmin Keat):
Dari Kuala Berang mereka bergerak pula ke Kuala Terengganu. Sementara itu, satu kumpulan penentang lagi berkumpul di Kampung Pelam, Telemong.

WAKIL BRITISH (Rong Kang):
Hantar polis dari Kuala Terengganu ke Kuala Berang. Dapatkan bantuan Negeri-negeri Melayu Bersekutu!

PENCERITA (Jmin Keat):
Di Padang Kacong, Kuala Telemong...

(Kai Feng, Wee Lyam & Teck Liang walk into class. Hidden police (Sean Der & Chong Yaw) jump out from hidden place.)

POLIS BRITISH (Sean Der):
Hands up and put down your weapons.

PETANI (Teck Liang):
Apa dia cakap?

PETANI (Kai Feng):
Saya pun tak faham. Serang!

(Before they could attack, police shoots one of them (Teck Liang), he "dies". Kai Feng & Wee Lyam shout "TOLONG!!!" and run away.)

PENCERITA (Jmin Keat):
Semua pemimpin yang terlibat dengan kebangkitan rakyat Terengganu ditangkap dan dibicarakan. Kebanyakan mereka kena hukuman penjara.

HAKIM (Wai Leong):
And the verdict is guilty! Punishment - jailed for LIFE!

PETANI (Kai Feng):
Nooooo!!!

PENCERITA (Jmin Keat):
Haji Abdul Rahman Limbong pula...

(Haji sits on chair aka airplane to Makkah.)

PENCERITA (Jmin Keat):
Pada tahun 1929...

(Haji lies 'dead' on chair.)

TAMAT.

Written by Florence & Yen Tink (2002)

Teenagers Today

2006-01-16T01:06:00.000-08:00

3A1 of 2003
English Class (Pn. Kauthur)

I don't know if you guys remember the activity where we had to pass down a piece of paper down our rows.. where each of us write down a sentence and the next continues until we have a short essay. And I can't remember the people sitting in my row except Nicholas, Tim and Chern Han. Different fonts mean the handwritings of different people, and I copied it word for word, letter for letter.

______________________________________

Teenagers today like to spend a lot of time with their friends and cliques. They spend most of their time doing nonsense. Time spent in video arcades, cyber cafe or even the shopping complex are just of a waste. They should spend their time on studies or doing something which are much more meaningful. They can discuss their homework with their friends. With this method, they can learn more. Besides, they also can strenghten their bone of friendship by discussing with friends. These are true. But who in their sane mind would want to discuss homework when they can gossip about "more important things" with their friends? That is true, because most teenagers like to gossip with their friends than discussing homework with them. I think it is not true. I think this is true though. (It is true! Life is not all about studying!!!) Are you sure? (to the person who wrote the sentence in bracket) You are a studious person you know! Look who's talking now! Na-Na-Na-Na-Na!

I know this one is Nicholas
and this is me.
I think this was Tim.
I can't quite make out the rest. :-P

The First Day of School

2006-01-16T00:17:00.000-08:00

Form 2 of 2002
Choral-Speaking Inter-schools Competition
(Later, we switched to The Chocolate Cake, which won us 2nd place at the Inter-school Competition... and we celebrated with 2 Secret Recipe chocolate cakes. Yum.)

On the first day of school
In the year 2002
We secondary schoolers were really cool
Many new students
Fought extremely hard
To enter this school - not just an ordinary one
It's the well sought after school
Our solid, prestigious, newly-painted building
Was filled with boisterous laughter and continuous talking
At the school entrance and the busy street
We heard sounds and noises aplenty
Rustle, hustle, bustle
Rustle, hustle, bustle
Vroom, vroom, vroom
Vroom, vroom, vroom
Smiling parents, apprehensive parents
Rushing here, rushing there
Rushing here and everywhere
I remember the day when we entered Standard One.
"Wee, wee, wee,"
The tiny tots cried
"I don't want to go to school!"
"Yes, you must!"
"No, I won't!"
"Yes, you must!"
"NO, I WON'T!"
Tensed parents said,
"YES! YES! YES!"
Unhappy kids cried,
"NO! NO! NO!"

Ring! Ring!
The school bell rang
We dashed into the stuffy hall
For the usual assembly which was for all
We noticed parents peering and peeking
To see how their dear babies were faring
The little Form Ones
Came in all shapes and sizes
Some looked nervous
Others seemed curious
Tall and thin
Short and slim
In the hall we were waiting and waiting
"Good afternoon, students," said the Headmistress at last
"Good afternoon, teacher."
The students spoke in different voices
Time passed extremely slowly
We listened and listened
As she continued incessantly
Little by little, inch by inch, we fidgeted
Our legs truly ached
Some said theirs were nearly bent
Some even had pins and needles
Yet we had to sit for hours
Not on comfy soft chairs, mind you
But on the hard cemented floor

Finally, the long assembly ended to our great joy
Weren't we delighted, oh boy!
Of course the National Anthem was on our agenda
And then hobbling back to class along the long verandah
As we clumsily walked
Everyone noisily talked
"Hello," said one sweet voice
"Hello," said another low voice
"Hello," said a shrieky voice
"Hello," said one and all

As we sat patiently in class
We secretly wondered and wondered
Who our teacher would be
A man?
A lady?
Somebody we really liked?
Dedicated?
Devoted?
Committed?
Interesting?
Caring?
Loving?
Boring?
Sigh.

And then the main door suddenly opened
Click, clock, click, clock
A female!
The sounds of the shoes, the high-heeled shoes
Terrified us a bit
Then we saw, our class teacher
"Good afternoon class."
"Good afternoon teacher."
"I'm your form teacher
For the rest of the year.
Whether you welcome me or not,
I'll be your leader,
Showing no fear."

We were all relieved
For we liked this teacher
She was the one
We always wanted
"Hurray! Hurray!"
The noises we made
"Quiet! Quiet! Or else I'll run away!"
In a second, the timetable was given
The class monitors were chosen
Everybody was quiet
As quiet as a mouse
Nobody knew each other
We were all strangers
It was the first day of school

Jokes we heard from our form teacher
We were all amused
For wasn't she humorous?
Soon we got to know each other
By talking and chatting
We stood up and introduced ourselves
My name is Mary, I'm John...
And we got to know each other better

It wasn't that bad
We were just cool
On the first day of a New Year in the secondary school
For laughter filled the class
And friendship filled the air
The first day had just ended
With many, many more to go
Don't panic
So long as you study hard
So long as you study smart
We believe that by the end of the year
Each one of us would be better
Then you'll grin from ear to ear
Besides being smarter and cleverer

Many say
School days are the best years
Of our entire life
I think, secretly and silently
We do agree
So, one and all
Answer your inner call
Study, relax and more study
And you will certainly stand up tall!

Written by Hui Shurn (2002)

chapter 3 - Christine Daae

2006-01-15T22:38:00.000-08:00

2Z1 of 2002
English Class (Pn. Ismariah)

Cast:
Narrator - Florence
(I think I became Christine in the first scene... does anyone remember who was Christine throughout? Was it Yen Tink?)
Girl 1 & 2 - Yen Tink & Shalini
Raoul - Chern Horng
Philippe - Nicholas
Phantom/Erik - Nicholas
Guard - Wai Leong

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NARRATOR:
Monsieur Firmin was right. All Paris talked about the new Margarita in Faust, the girl with the beautiful voice, the girl with the voice of an angel. People loved her. They laughed (sound of laughter), and cried (sound of crying) and called for more (sound of people shouting "Encore! Encore!"). Daae was wonderful, the best singer in the world.

SCENE 1 - IN THE OPERA HOUSE

Christine

In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
And do I dream again
For now I find
The phantom of the opera is there
Inside my mind

The phantom

Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me
To glance behind
The phantom of the opera is there
Inside your mind

Christine

Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear

The phantom

It's me they hear

Christine (in duet with the phantom)

Your spirit and my voice in one combined

The phantom (in duet with Christine)

My spirit and your voice in one combined

Both

The phantom of the opera is there

Christine (in duet)

Inside my mind

The phantom (in duet)

Inside your mind

The phantom

In all your fantasy
You always knew
That man and mystery

Christine

Were both in you

Both

And in this labyrinth
Were night is blind
The phantom of the opera is

Christine (in duet)

Here

The phantom (in duet)

There

Christine

Inside my mind

SCENE 2 - BEHIND THE STAGE

(Meg Giry looks at Annie Sorelli.)

ANNIE:
What?

(Meg Giry shakes her head and turns away. After a while, she looks at Annie again.)

ANNIE:
(agitated) What?

(Meg Giry shakes her head and turns away again. After a while, she looks at Annie again.)

ANNIE:
Why are you looking at me?!! Is my dress crooked? Do I have mustard on my chin?

MEG GIRY:
Noooo! But you do have mucus sticking out from your nose.

ANNIE:
What?!! Someone give me a mirror!

(Meg Giry hands Annie a mirror while Annie tries to cover up her embarrassment.)

MEG GIRY:
But that's besides the point. Christine Daae never sang like that before. Why was she so good tonight?

ANNIE:
Why, are you jealous?

MEG GIRY:
Duh! I mean, of course not. Just curious...

ANNIE:
Who cares anyway? Christine can be screaming her lungs out for all I care. And I'll get paid when the money for the tickets have been counted and I won't even need to waste my precious saliva singing an oldie like Faust! (takes a deep breath) See, now you're making me jealous! (stalks out of the class)

MEG GIRY:
Annie! Wait! (runs out)

SCENE 3 - NEAR BOX 14

NARRATOR:
There's a scene here in Box 14. A personal bodyguard is trying to break up a fight...

GIRL 1:
Well, if it isn't our dear Mr. Perfect, charming Raoul.

RAOUL:
Have you come to ask for my autograph?

GIRL 2:
Autograph, my foot! I wrote to you so many letters and did you reply any of them?!!

GIRL 1:
Oh, don't be so hard on him. I'm sure he didn't mean to forget to reply. What did I get from you?! A miserable mahjong paper on which it was written:

My dear (insert name here), I regret to say that I have no time to read your soppy, sappy letters. And all I sent was a BIRTHDAY CARD! SOME KIND OF GRATITUDE, HUH?!

RAOUL:
Help! Guards! These women are trying to kill me! Get them off my new tuxedo!

(Guard shoos them away.)

SCENE 4 - IN BOX 14

NARRATOR:
I now proceed to introduce you to our dear favourite characters. Presenting (drumroll) Philippe, the Comte de Shaggy. I mean, Chagny. Twenty years older than Raoul, he was more like a father than a brother. Seriously, he nags so much you would think he's Raoul's grandfather. And the Vicomte de Chagny is 21 years old. He had blue eyes, but now he's wearing coloured contact-lenses, black hair (Raoul pulls his hair to show that it's real hair), and a wonderful smile (Raoul makes a goofy smile). The Chagny family was old and rich... blah... blah...

PHILIPPE:
Narrator, please shut up now. The suspense of acting is killing me!

NARRATOR:
Okay!! Let's see what happens next...

PHILIPPE:
(smiles) Well, Raoul, what did you think of Daae tonight?

RAOUL:
(smiles back) What can I say? Christine is an angel, that's all.

PHILIPPE:
That's all?? No offense, but you're one lousy lover!

RAOUL:
Fine! I'll go to her dressing room to see her tonight.

PHILIPPE:
Raoul, what is wrong with you? First, you say she's so limited... like "that's all". Now you want to see her undress!

RAOUL:
I'm going to meet her, dumbo!

PHILIPPE:
Ceh! But make sure she's wearing clothes, okay. I don't know whether I can trust you.

RAOUL:
Philippe, relax. I wouldn't do such a thing. In fact, if I could just look at her, I think I would faint with pleasure. Her radiant appearance, her beautiful features, her undescribable personality...

PHILIPPE:
Ah, I understand. You are... in love! But this is your first night in Paris, your first visit to the opera. How do you know Christine Daae?

RAOUL:
He! He! He! I got my own tactics.

PHILIPPE:
Raoul!

RAOUL:
Okay! Remember four years ago, when I was on holiday by the sea, in Brittany?

PHILIPPE:
Huh?

RAOUL:
The one which sea was so dirty, it was brown, and the seafood was terrible?

PHILIPPE:
What are you talking about?

RAOUL:
(frustrated) The time when I vomited on the fat lady's lap?

PHILIPPE:
Oh... now I remember! The sights were so horrible, the sea was so rough, and the captain... If I could get my hands on him... Grrr!!!

RAOUL:
Calm down, brother. It was four years ago! Anyway, I met Christine there. I was in love with her then, and I'm still in love with her today!

PHILIPPE:
Mmmmmm, I see. Well, Raoul, remember she is only an opera singer. We know nothing about her family.

NARRATOR:
Raoul did not listen. To him, good families weren't important and young men never listen to their older brothers.

SCENE 5 - IN DAAE'S DRESSING ROOM

NARRATOR:
Daae's dressing room. Intruders will be prosecuted and then persecuted. There were many people in Christine's dressing room that night. But there was a Chinese doctor with Christine, and her beautiful face looked white and ill.

RAOUL:
(runs to Christine) Christine! What's the matter? Are you ill?

CHRISTINE:
(rolls eyes) Duh!

RAOUL:
Don't you remember me?

CHRISTINE:
Who are you?

RAOUL:
(flustered) Raoul de Chagny, of... Brittany!

CHRISTINE:
No, I don't know you. Please go away. I'm not well. (gives a terrific sneeze, cough, sniff and choke - almost like barfing)

(Raoul winces.)

DOCTOR:
Shi la, shi la, mei ge ren gen wo zou kai!

CHRISTINE:
Translation, please.

DOCTOR:
Yes, yes, please go away. Everyone, please leave. Mademoiselle Daae is very tired. She needs rest.

(Everyone leaves except Raoul who hides behind the door.)

NARRATOR:
After 5 minutes...

RAOUL:
How could Christine forget me, the great Vicomte de Chagny! How could she tell me off like that! Harrumph!

(Raoul tip-toes to Daae's door and eavesdrops.)

ERIK (VOICE):
Christine, you must love me!

RAOUL:
(accidentally trips over a broom) Yeowch!!

ERIK:
What was that?

CHRISTINE:
A rat, I guess.

ERIK:
Christine...

CHRISTINE:
I know, I know, I must love you. How can you talk like that? Tonight, I gave everything to you, everything. And now I'm so tired, exhausted, sickly, sleepy, discouraged...

ERIK:
You sang like an angel.

CHRISTINE:
Thanks a lot! But I feel like an old woman now. After tonight, I feel like giving up. Life is nothing to me now except singing. No computer games, no TV, no Playstation, just singing and singing. I could die!

ERIK:
No, Christine! Don't think of suicide now! I love you!

CHRISTINE:
Hey... Good idea! Who knows, I might try it one day. Three steps to end your life with instant results. One, pick a gun and pull the trigger. Two, set it near my heart. Three, BANG! This will be even more fun than Romeo and Juliet's old-fashioned way of drinking poison.

ERIK:
Poor Christine's so sick, she's practically insane!

NARRATOR:
Raoul walked away.

RAOUL:
So that was the answer! Christine had a lover. But why was she so unhappy? I want to see her lover - my enemy!

NARRATOR:
After ten minutes, Christine came out of her room, alone, and walked off. Raoul waited, but no man came out after her.

(Raoul goes into Christine's room and begins ransacking in the wildest places for Erik like the dustbin, behind the blackboard, under the chairs, inside pencil boxes, etc..., calling out "Where are you?!")

NARRATOR:
But there was no one there.

THE END.

Written & edited by Florence Foong (2002)