Noooo! I'm so so sorry we didn't win you guys (I mean girls). Well, I'm sure everyone doesn't feel too upset because it was kind of expected right? Anyway:
THANK YOU SO SO MUCH
for being so supportive and those who missed their tuition, rearranged their schedules, gave up their holidays, gave up their beauty sleep (although you all still look beautiful anyway) and also their energy and hyperness, it was really really great. I'm so glad everyone was happy about Choral Speaking from the beginning all the way until we lost. I'm sure we had lots of fun and if you didn't have fun, thanks for pretending to. :) Valerie ---> conductress ---> arm pain, THANK YOU. And those funny little people who kept giving us ideas for the script, Thank Yooooo! And Sheau Swan, for making us all meditate... And Nurin, for screwing up meditation and making us all laugh xD And and.. Lakshmi for showing us all of our facial expressions, and Pn Elizabeth, even though her mum was in the ER! Oh and some other people I have to thank: Those little people who live in our voice boxes, who oil and wax them like engines. None of us lost our voices for the competition! :) If you did, then I hope you sacked those people and hired new ones. or changed your fuel type from fizzy drinks to water. ANYWAY. Now I've forgotten what I was going to type. It's ok. BYE!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Hello! My first post (I think)
Hi :) I promised the choral speakers I would post our script up here! Please guys don't tell your friends from other participating schools that our script is here. I don't want them to see our BOMB. :D
Quacking Cows
Look! Look out the window!
On a quiet, misty day.
The mountains in the distance
Seem near, yet far away.
There may be someone out there,
Beyond the cloudy caps,
With no one there to love and care,
With only a cow that quacks.
Sit down and have some cocoa,
Or instead a spot of tea,
Be warm and dry and calm inside,
Sit down and imagine with me.
One yucca tree with leaves of green,
One hut of sandy mud,
One island in the middle of the sea,
One outcast with a painful heart-tug.
“I’m lonely!” shouts the special man.
“I’m sad!” his bright eyes plead.
“I’ve only got a hut, a tree,
And a quacking cow!” he shrieks.
He longs for happy moments,
With friends and family near,
For joyful days and rainbow rays,
To share among his peers.
Let’s look back on his previous life,
Not too long ago,
In a little town called Bangalite,
In the land of Bungalow.
His nicest friend in Bangalite,
In the land of Bungalow,
Was Cinderella who could sing acapella,
And was beautiful from head to toe.
A mile away from his Bungalow house,
Was a boy about the size of a mouse.
This boy, it seems, was born to a queen,
And this prince was teased for his size as a teen.
The relationship between the three,
Was a very strange thing indeed.
Full of twists and loop-de-loops,
And a laugh or two. (Or three!)
The prince, a short and stout little thing,
Was a snivelly, helpless soon-to-be king.
He got what he wanted, did not even ask,
So much as an utter would complete the task.
It was not his fault he was conceived in a womb,
That ensured in his mouth was a silver spoon.
As for Cinderella, we know,
She was left to her stepmother, oh dear! Oh no!
She cooked and cleaned and mopped and scrubbed,
Her childhood went by without any love.
She blossomed and bloomed,
To her stepsisters’ gloom,
Who, over the prince, the two of them swooned.
“He’s so handsome!” one of them cried.
“He’s so manly!” the other replied.
“Girls, you must look your best! Don’t you drool!
When you go to the prince’s ball in June!”
But all she wants is the power and wealth,
She doesn’t care for her twins’ mental health.
Cindy’s best friend, our hero today,
Baked cakes for a living to earn measly pay.
His life was ordinary, none out of the blue,
Except that—I LOVE CINDERELLA! GAGA GOOGOO!
As we all know, Cindy wanted to go,
To the “handsome” prince’s ball in June.
How was she to know of the baker’s swift blow,
From Cupid’s magic harpoon?
Moving on!
Fairy godmother arrives,
Cindy’s gown is made nice,
Pumpkin chariot, horce-mice,
She’s there in a trice.
She dances with the prince,
Though he has two left feet,
Then runs from the ball,
Dropping her slipper as she leaps.
Oh, what do I do? What do I do?
My dear Cinderella has left me her shoe!
I hope he forgets I was ever there,
He’s no real man! Cindy says in despair.
She rides home, she’s shaken,
Stepmother was clearly mistaken,
When she said that the prince,
Was the man for her twins.
I’ll find you my dear! I most certainly will!
Please God, have mercy! I’m way too young still!
Cindy is worried, the prince is on his way!
He’ll find her and wed her in less than a day!
I’ll save you, dear Cindy! I’ll save you from this!
Says her best friend, the baker, with a flick of his wrist.
Wait a minute what’s that? It looks quite familiar.
It’s Fairy Godmother’s wand! You stole it, didn’tcha!
Yes, I mean no. I mean ALAKAZOOM!
There materializes a cow in the middle of the room.
“Quack quack!” it says, and steps back, confused.
“Quack quack!” it tries, but still it can’t moo.
Alright, I wanted a horse, you know, with hooves.
But I guess a quacking cow will do.
The baker hops on and Cindy does, too.
And the cow runs frantically, trying to moo.
What a scene it was,
What a comical show,
When suddenly—BANG!
The prince bumps into them both!
WHATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING YOU—Cindy my dear!
Cinderella turns white, her sanity veers.
The prince says “Guards! Get rid of this man!
He’s kidnapped my Cindy, banish him from this land!”
Ultimately that’s how we’ve ended up now,
With the baker on an island with a quacking cow.
The story’s not done, though, he remembers a saying,
“Where there’s a will there IS a way!”
He sits by the cow, he readies himself.
He’s about to do something done by nobody else.
3, 2, 1 GO! He leaps onto the cow,
And starts squeezing it so hard it can’t contain it’s bowels!
BLOOOOOORP! FIUUUUUU! Away they go!
The baker is delighted, the cow not very much so.
They stay in the air for a few hours or so,
Until they reach the town of Bungalow.
The baker storms the castle with some help from the cow,
Knocking out guards with their methane gas so foul.
A hundred guards later, they reach the royal court,
Where the prince and Cinderella are to be wed by Friar Mort.
Is everyone in favor? Speak now or hold your peace!
A pause. The floor is silent.
Alright—YOU WANT TO GET TO HER? YOU HAVE TO GET THROUGH ME!
The baker bursts into the court and glances at Cinderella.
Her face is drenched with sweat and tears,
She looks like a bird with wayward feathers.
The prince is furious, he’s fit to burst,
From holding in all the pain and the hurt.
He resented his fate, the teasing and the hate,
He shouted at the baker, YOU’RE TOO LATE!
He proceeded to vigorously shake and vibrate,
Until he exploded, with a SPLAT on each face.
The baker confessed his love to dear Cindy,
And they were wed instead of poor princey.
This story, it shows no matter how far we fall,
True love, in the end, will conquer all.
So if you wish to have as much fun as them,
Show the world some love and just maybe, then
We’ll have no more stepmothers, no princeys as well,
And life on this earth could be pretty swell.
Thank you.
Wow, blogspot is awesome! It automatically changed my double spacing to single spacing! :D Anyway, I hope you ALL remember that our practices are on these dates and times:
13/3 Friday : 7am-7.30am, 1pm-6.45pm
17/3 Tuesday: 10am-4pm
18/3 Wednesday: 10am-4pm
19/3 Thursday: 10am-4pm
20/3 Friday: 10am-4pm
23/3 Monday: 7am-7.30am, 1pm-6.45pm
24/3 Tuesday: 7am-7.30am, 1pm-6.45pm
25/3 Wednesday: COMPETITION. WE'D BETTER BE READY TO KNOCK SOME SOX!
I'm so sorry I'm not coming tomorrow (Friday). I'm very very sorry. Very very very very very sorry. VERY SORRY.Whoa I typed so many VERYs I forgot what very meant for a while.
Lots of L-O-V-E,
Nicola. 8B
Quacking Cows
Look! Look out the window!
On a quiet, misty day.
The mountains in the distance
Seem near, yet far away.
There may be someone out there,
Beyond the cloudy caps,
With no one there to love and care,
With only a cow that quacks.
Sit down and have some cocoa,
Or instead a spot of tea,
Be warm and dry and calm inside,
Sit down and imagine with me.
One yucca tree with leaves of green,
One hut of sandy mud,
One island in the middle of the sea,
One outcast with a painful heart-tug.
“I’m lonely!” shouts the special man.
“I’m sad!” his bright eyes plead.
“I’ve only got a hut, a tree,
And a quacking cow!” he shrieks.
He longs for happy moments,
With friends and family near,
For joyful days and rainbow rays,
To share among his peers.
Let’s look back on his previous life,
Not too long ago,
In a little town called Bangalite,
In the land of Bungalow.
His nicest friend in Bangalite,
In the land of Bungalow,
Was Cinderella who could sing acapella,
And was beautiful from head to toe.
A mile away from his Bungalow house,
Was a boy about the size of a mouse.
This boy, it seems, was born to a queen,
And this prince was teased for his size as a teen.
The relationship between the three,
Was a very strange thing indeed.
Full of twists and loop-de-loops,
And a laugh or two. (Or three!)
The prince, a short and stout little thing,
Was a snivelly, helpless soon-to-be king.
He got what he wanted, did not even ask,
So much as an utter would complete the task.
It was not his fault he was conceived in a womb,
That ensured in his mouth was a silver spoon.
As for Cinderella, we know,
She was left to her stepmother, oh dear! Oh no!
She cooked and cleaned and mopped and scrubbed,
Her childhood went by without any love.
She blossomed and bloomed,
To her stepsisters’ gloom,
Who, over the prince, the two of them swooned.
“He’s so handsome!” one of them cried.
“He’s so manly!” the other replied.
“Girls, you must look your best! Don’t you drool!
When you go to the prince’s ball in June!”
But all she wants is the power and wealth,
She doesn’t care for her twins’ mental health.
Cindy’s best friend, our hero today,
Baked cakes for a living to earn measly pay.
His life was ordinary, none out of the blue,
Except that—I LOVE CINDERELLA! GAGA GOOGOO!
As we all know, Cindy wanted to go,
To the “handsome” prince’s ball in June.
How was she to know of the baker’s swift blow,
From Cupid’s magic harpoon?
Moving on!
Fairy godmother arrives,
Cindy’s gown is made nice,
Pumpkin chariot, horce-mice,
She’s there in a trice.
She dances with the prince,
Though he has two left feet,
Then runs from the ball,
Dropping her slipper as she leaps.
Oh, what do I do? What do I do?
My dear Cinderella has left me her shoe!
I hope he forgets I was ever there,
He’s no real man! Cindy says in despair.
She rides home, she’s shaken,
Stepmother was clearly mistaken,
When she said that the prince,
Was the man for her twins.
I’ll find you my dear! I most certainly will!
Please God, have mercy! I’m way too young still!
Cindy is worried, the prince is on his way!
He’ll find her and wed her in less than a day!
I’ll save you, dear Cindy! I’ll save you from this!
Says her best friend, the baker, with a flick of his wrist.
Wait a minute what’s that? It looks quite familiar.
It’s Fairy Godmother’s wand! You stole it, didn’tcha!
Yes, I mean no. I mean ALAKAZOOM!
There materializes a cow in the middle of the room.
“Quack quack!” it says, and steps back, confused.
“Quack quack!” it tries, but still it can’t moo.
Alright, I wanted a horse, you know, with hooves.
But I guess a quacking cow will do.
The baker hops on and Cindy does, too.
And the cow runs frantically, trying to moo.
What a scene it was,
What a comical show,
When suddenly—BANG!
The prince bumps into them both!
WHATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING YOU—Cindy my dear!
Cinderella turns white, her sanity veers.
The prince says “Guards! Get rid of this man!
He’s kidnapped my Cindy, banish him from this land!”
Ultimately that’s how we’ve ended up now,
With the baker on an island with a quacking cow.
The story’s not done, though, he remembers a saying,
“Where there’s a will there IS a way!”
He sits by the cow, he readies himself.
He’s about to do something done by nobody else.
3, 2, 1 GO! He leaps onto the cow,
And starts squeezing it so hard it can’t contain it’s bowels!
BLOOOOOORP! FIUUUUUU! Away they go!
The baker is delighted, the cow not very much so.
They stay in the air for a few hours or so,
Until they reach the town of Bungalow.
The baker storms the castle with some help from the cow,
Knocking out guards with their methane gas so foul.
A hundred guards later, they reach the royal court,
Where the prince and Cinderella are to be wed by Friar Mort.
Is everyone in favor? Speak now or hold your peace!
A pause. The floor is silent.
Alright—YOU WANT TO GET TO HER? YOU HAVE TO GET THROUGH ME!
The baker bursts into the court and glances at Cinderella.
Her face is drenched with sweat and tears,
She looks like a bird with wayward feathers.
The prince is furious, he’s fit to burst,
From holding in all the pain and the hurt.
He resented his fate, the teasing and the hate,
He shouted at the baker, YOU’RE TOO LATE!
He proceeded to vigorously shake and vibrate,
Until he exploded, with a SPLAT on each face.
The baker confessed his love to dear Cindy,
And they were wed instead of poor princey.
This story, it shows no matter how far we fall,
True love, in the end, will conquer all.
So if you wish to have as much fun as them,
Show the world some love and just maybe, then
We’ll have no more stepmothers, no princeys as well,
And life on this earth could be pretty swell.
Thank you.
Wow, blogspot is awesome! It automatically changed my double spacing to single spacing! :D Anyway, I hope you ALL remember that our practices are on these dates and times:
13/3 Friday : 7am-7.30am, 1pm-6.45pm
17/3 Tuesday: 10am-4pm
18/3 Wednesday: 10am-4pm
19/3 Thursday: 10am-4pm
20/3 Friday: 10am-4pm
23/3 Monday: 7am-7.30am, 1pm-6.45pm
24/3 Tuesday: 7am-7.30am, 1pm-6.45pm
25/3 Wednesday: COMPETITION. WE'D BETTER BE READY TO KNOCK SOME SOX!
I'm so sorry I'm not coming tomorrow (Friday). I'm very very sorry. Very very very very very sorry. VERY SORRY.Whoa I typed so many VERYs I forgot what very meant for a while.
Lots of L-O-V-E,
Nicola. 8B
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