Happy Labour Day! LOVE ALL.
me, bday boy & zen.
& this is the 70's Jumpsuit Idea they gave me..& i guess this is the finalized design. SIGNS. I have to make it from scratch & i seriously dunno where to get the fabric & how am i going to do it! SIGNS. The bottom is those super big belt bottom look-alike.
I'm quite stressed..coz i have no confidence in doing this Jumpsuit...SIGHSSSSS.... I'm afraid it'll be unglam. BIG SIGHS.Today is the last day of submission for "Script Writing".
The script should be written on any of these themes listed below; with at least 6 characters, 3-5 scenes:
1.Modern or Local adaptation of a fairy tale e.g., Sleeping Beauty, Ugly Duckling, Little Red Riding Hood, etc
2.An adaptation of one of Shakespeare’s plays
3.A story for Mother’s Day or Father’s Day
4.Moral issues e.g., Abortion, Euthanasia, Abstinence, etc.
I did alot of beforehand preparations. LOLS!I think I'm well-versed in Shakespeares's plays now as i went to the library & borrowed his Macbeth, Romeo & Juliet, The Taming of the Shrew & A Midsummer Night's Dream. After reading them; i gave up the idea of choice number two. -_- Also, i spent 1hr in the Kids Section in the library reading Fairy Tales. & i feel they are too absurd; hard for modern adaptation. Well....i choose to write a story for Mother's Day instead. I rushed it out in a very short time today coz i didnt have enough time. So it isnt really up to my expectations yet.
Guys who are having qualms abt the various events im talking about; e.g Makeup Challenge, Script Writing, Spelling bee....You can go to emerge.sg to check out CHC's Annual Emerge Youth Conference Events jam-packed with TONS of exciting competitions!
Title: “The Three Words”
1st Scene: In the living room.
It is 9am in the morning. Door opened. Ruby enters into the house, reek of smoke and alcohol.
Mum puts down her newspaper, stormed to the door. *SLAP* She slaps Ruby hard on her right face.
Still in shock; Ruby puts her hand on her burning cheek and shouted: “What are you doing!” Her cheek was hot & painful.
Mum: “What time is it now!? Where in the world did you go? Must be out with all those bastards-so called friends of yours am I right? Now what, what did you steal, who did u beat up, what hanky panky have u done? Don’t come home saying you are pregnant one day, I don’t have such daughter!”
Ruby: “ENOUGH. I have no such mother like you. I HATE YOU.”
Mum: “Fine”
Mum stomped into her room, closing the door behind her with a loud bang.
Grandma who was in the living all along went up to Ruby; put her hands on her trembling shoulders and led her to the couch.
Grandma: “Aww..darling..shush. You know how agitated your mother gets whenever she is worried for you.”
Ruby(in sobs): “Nah..she has never worry about me. When did she ever care for me. I hate her; I really hate her.”
Grandma: “Now..don’t say that ever again. Your mum does love you. She stays up through the night in the living room; just to wait for you.”
Ruby(unconvinced): “Like I care.”
Grandma: “Well, darling, let Granny tell you about my mother; your great grandmother.”
FLASHBACK…………..
2nd Scene: Outside a convenience store
One time we went out for ice cream, and as we walked out the store and across the road, I accidentally dropped my cone. For a 5 year-old kid, dropping a cone is just like losing a precious thing in life. I burst out crying in tears. According to the traditional “mothering” rules, my mum; your great grandmother could have offered me hers or buy me another one or do anything to make me feel better. Instead she looked at me, then at the melting ice cream cone on the black asphalt, and threw hers down next to it.
Taken aback, I stop crying for a few seconds, look down at the two melting ice cream cones and then cry even harder. I couldn’t understand what my mum is doing. I think she is crazy and I don’t like her.
3rd Scene: In living room
Your great grandmother is a tough woman. She is not one of those huggy, kissy mothers. She is stoic and strong. She don't cry and she don't say, "I love you."
One day. I stomped into the house, mad.
Mum asked. “Why aren't you outside playing with your little neighbors?"
"Daisy and Peter are being mean to me! Go scold them." I cried.
"You get back out there and take care of that yourself," she said, almost contemptuously.
White-hot tears stung my face. I turned and marched out the door.
Mum went back to her housework.
In my mind; I thought: “She doesn’t care! I hate her”
The next morning; I woke up and found a note on my table. Mum wrote: “In my dream last night; I stole Daisy’s favorite Barbie Doll and Peter’s favorite Red Ranger and hid them under the flowerpots. See, I helped you get back at them!”
Though it is only a dream; I smiled.
4th Scene: In the hospital then living room.
My dad, your great grandfather suffered a stroke when I was 18 and passed away. My mother and I were devastated. The family totally crashed. Mum busied herself with work everyday to ease the pain of losing my dad. She was hardly at home. The house gets quieter as time pass by. We hardly talk and drifted apart.
At adolescence stage, I was easily influenced by my peers and started smoking and clubbing at the popular hangout places till late almost every night.
My last memory of my mother is not clear at all because I was drunk after a friend’s birthday bash.
It was past midnight. I staggered to my bedroom; like always and plopped comfortably on my bed. I was half asleep when suddenly I saw my mum appeared at my bedroom door. She never, ever, came to my room, especially late. So why this night of all the nights of my life? She wasn't mad at me for getting home late or reeking of booze or slurring my speech. She stood there in the doorway looking at me; smiling.
I would have forgotten it by morning, but for one unanswerable question that has persisted for 42 years since that night:
Did my mother come to see me because she somehow knew that she would die that same day in an accident?
BACK TO THE PRESENT………
5th Scene: Back to living room at 1st scene
Ruby’s eyes turned red.
Grandma: “It was all too late when I start to think back and finally understand that all things which my mum has done for me in the past were actually for my own good.”
“It was only after she’s gone then I realize how much I love her but I’ll never get the chance to tell her that again. I pray the same thing over and over to God everyday thereafter. ”
“If Roses grow in Heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mother's arms and tell her they're from me.
Tell her I love her and miss her, and when she smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy, I do it every day,
but there's an ache within my heart that will never go away.”
Grandma: “Today is Mother’s Day, one advice I can give to you is to treasure your mum, honor her like how the Bible taught us to Honor Your Father and Mother.”
Ruby wiped away her hot tears and said: “Thanks Granny, I know what to do.”
Then she picks up a piece of blank paper and a colored pen and started writing:
“Once upon a memory
Someone wiped away a tear
Held me close and loved me,
I’m sorry for all that I’ve done
Thank you, dearest Mummy & I LOVE YOU.”
Then she slips the piece of paper into her mum’s bedroom.
THE END
That's the script i've written. Im supposed to write a short one. "Humor" is one of the criteria for judging. Kinda hard to put in humor into a Mother's Day story which usually is supposed to touch hearts. (: (: Please give me some comments yea.Thanks people!
And YEA. My pay is here! & So i'm gonna dye my hair tml; like FINALLY! & gotta go Arab Street on Thurs to check out the fabric for my costumes. SIGH. Everyone's either working or studying.. there's nobody who can accompany me there. SIGHS. Pathetic. I'm getting afraid of going out alone now!!!!Any kind souls who are free on thur let me know. (:
Yesterday's late night mahjong was really "late night". hahas. From 1.30-5am. PROS. (: Nice day too; but me & jm were like walking zombies today. I couldnt sleep coz i kept thinking about some ghost stories which e guys told me... :(
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