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Write about an occasion when a planned activity proved unsuccessful because of an uncooperative member.

'She was against the decision right from the very beginning. I knew because I was sitting next to her when the decision was announced and I heard her curse softly under her breath. That was when I knew that there was going to be trouble in paradise.

Felicity's idea for a class activity was a condensed version of the popular television reality show, "The Amazing Race." Our class was to trek all over Singapore in pairs to complete a series of tasks and challenges. Upon completing a task, they will receive a clue to their next destination where they will complete another task in order to get their next clue. The cycle goes on until you receive your last clue, which will lead you to the final destination. Along the way, you may have to make a choice between two tasks or a choice between you and your partner to take on a certain task.

Her idea was naturally different from Felicity's. Instead of trekking all over Singapore, her idea required us to remain at a place. Instead of roughing it out on a series of tasks and challenges, she wanted us to feel pampered in a jacuzzi pool. Her idea, in short, was a day's stay at the Ritz-Carlton hotel.

They had a personal battle going on, so needless to say, she was extremely *unhappy when the decision to choose Felicity's idea was announced.

So, naturally, I smelt a rat when she volunteered to be on the planning board. I voice my suspicion to Felicity but Felicity dismissed it with a wave. "I'm sure she just wants to make up for all the nasty things she had said about me in the past. Besides, though she was a bit uncooperative at first, she's okay now."

My suspicions about her dwindled when I saw her being so eager to volunteer her services. Being the daughter of the founder of a printing company, she offered to print all the clues and envolopes. "I'll bring them on the day itself," she paused, "Will it be okay?"

"Sure," we replied, "Thanks a million!"

Looking back, I could have sworn that a sinister smile crept onto her face then. But I was too busy with the activity's preparation then and that was that.

At last, the preparations for the activity were finished. The activity was to begin tomorrow.

Tomorrow came and it was the perfect weather for the activity. Alas, the skies had darkened the moment we arrived in school.

"Gee, I hope it doesn't rain," Felicity said worriedly, "It will ruin everything. Wait a second, where is she?"

She was not there. My heart sank as I reached out for my mobile phone and started punching in her number. Thunder roared. It was not an omnious sign, was it?

"Hello?" she said in a sing-song manner.

"Hey, where are you?" I replied.

"At home," she paused, "I'm not coming. Why bother? It's going to rain anyway."

I was shell-shocked. "You can't!" I screamed.

"Yes I can," she replied calmly, "and you know why."

"But we are a team! You can't ditch because of your bitterness! We must work with one another! We must cooperate!" I said frantically.

A dial tone answered me. I looked at Felicity's pale face and tried to assure her that everything would be okay and that the activity could still be carried out despite one less helper. She nodded and smiled timidly. I smiled back at her and that was when a jolt of relization shocked me - she was the only one with the clues. I looked at Felicity and when I saw the resignation in her eyes, I knew she knew it too.

The rain started to fall from the skies. Everything was ruined.'

*i wrote 'pissed.' and mdm sng said it was vulgar! PISSED - VULGAR?! then what is 'fuck,' i ask?!

anyway, i dont know about you, but in my opinion, i wrote out of point. its more like "she" being revengeful rather than uncooperative, isnt it?

the reason i'm writing this? to show that ta-da! actually my english is quite bad after all. how many "cheem" words do you see, huh? and i even spelled "announced" in the original piece wrongly! HOHOHO.

-sigh. my english suck.

any ol' how, it has been a bad bad weekend for sports.

first, liverpool lost. to crystal palace, of all teams. and anthony le tallec played so badly. =(

and kimi whatshislastname crashed out of the san something race so early! and he was leading! boos. =(

and houston rockets have to beat their opponents in the nba playoffs. gah.

thank goodness heats beat the nets. these goes to shows that things come in threes. so, if there's another piece of good sporting news (ie. andy roddick won the claycourt championship!), then liverpool will definitely beat chelsea. -beams.


its' written all over your face.

i don't know what it is,


the reason why xabi alonso is wearing #14 is because he's worth two #7s.

-beams.


that makes me feel like this.

and we were letting go of something special,


WHY, GERRAD, WHY?!!

-tears hair out.

-SIGH.

-screams.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

-screams.

-SIGH.

-tears hair out.

dont be surprised if i come to school without any hair on monday.

WHY, GERRAD, WHY?!!!!

man!

seriously, i'm beginning to have serious thoughts about the consipracy theory i've formulated in my head after gerrad's own goal against chelsea.

-screams.

let him go to chelsea for all i care lah.

all i want is my owen.

my look-like-a-boy-in-the-past-but-now-look-like-a-boy-trying-to-act-like-a-man owen.

I WANT OWEN!!

-SIGH.

and i want le tallec on the bench.

AHHHHHHHH.

alonso is my hero though. X)

but gerrad has to go and spoil it all.

-SCREAMS.


something we'll never have again.

whenever i step outside,


"it is perhaps worth noting that one of the very few books to sell more copies than the da vinci code in the past two years is the Bible." - times vol. 165, no.15, pg 88.

HOHOHO. take that, mr. dan brown.


somebody claims to see the light.

we are the champions,


liverpool can beat chelsea.

we have enough practice.

and what's more,

alonso is back! XD

seriously,

if lampard dares to tackle alonso again,

i'll make him suffer a fate worse than death.

and if "ta gan dong le tallec yi gen han mao,"

the same fate awaits him.

how am i going to make sure that happens though,

is something i havent figure out yet.


anyway,

bow down to the band.

'cause we got a freakin' silver!

ahhs. X)


poor fuchun though.

i hope they dont close down.

its a bronze after all.

we've got like, a million certificates of participation before our recent triumphs.

and we still didnt close down.

they only got like, a few bronzes and the school wants them to give up so easily?

"true to self."

practice what you preach, honeys.


means house won the championship.

and banner.

too bad that assly archer house has to go and steal our thunder.

BOO.


of the world.

it's raining men,


i played with a soccer ball today.

-sigh.

i miss soccer.

i miss xavi.

but i'm more in love with le tallec and his two rosy cheeks now. XD

what lah.

i'm a girl at heart, okay?

paul neved looks as cute as ever.

and zaltan imbrahamovic (?) as tall as ever.

that freak.

at least he looks good with curls.

unlike justin timberlake.

and kobe bryant.

the lakers are out of the playoffs anyway.

CHEERS.

the cute always triumph over the ugly.

this nba season is the perfect epitome for that cliche.

yes, mr. chia.

i will do you proud by scoring a blooming a1 okay?

-blinks.


Hallelujah.

no you don't know what it's like,


fuck the band.

in case the fucking band didnt notice, MY CHINESE 'O' LEVEL IS ON 30TH MAY. and for those who cant count, that's ONE MONTH AND 29 DAYS AWAY. and hohoho, what is the band doing? taking away my precious time for revising my fucking chinese.

look ng, if i'm a fucking conductor like you are, i would spend my whole fucking life in band too 'cause that's where i earn my fucking wages. but, thank heavens, I AM NOT A FUCKING CONDUCTOR LIKE YOU ARE. i'm not even a fucking musician so as to speak. i'm a fucking student and my job is to study and get that fucking (much hoped for) distinction for my fucking chinese. so dont go on and on about how fucking important that fucking syf is. i dont give a fuck, yeah?

and stop fucking contradicting yourself. you decide what you want to fucking do and STICK WITH IT. dont one minute go, "play soft, the flutes cannot be heard" and the next, "MF BELONGS TO THE F FAMILY. PLAY LOUD!"

and in case you didnt fucking realise it, it is a FUCKING FIVE-DAY WEEK. be grateful that i'm already willing to sacrifice my fucking saturday for you instead of, "I WANT YOU TO BE READY BY 7.30AM AND NOT MOVE YOUR ARSE AT 7.30AM." fuck it okay? i have a fucking life to attend to instead of come to this fucking band. and i can move my fucking arse ANY fucking time i want. i'm not a fucking paralysed kid.

and, you know what i cant stand the most? people defending band, defending that ng and that turn one round and then punish the people who are in charge of the band. havent you heard of AI WU JI WU? you love that fucking band, love those people in it. AND THAT INCLUDES THE EVERY SINGLE FUCKING PERSON. lets make it clearer: and that includes a) shikin, b) sanjoy and c) darren. so what makes you think you have the fucking right to pump them? you know what? you should be so fucking glad that i'm not there that day. or you will be so damn fucking dead. and oh, your fucking enthusiasm for band is just so fucking irritating and fake. -snorts.

*** i really dont care if i sound so damn fucking explicit, ill-mannered, uncouth, crude, whatever. thats the kind of thought that goes through my head whenever i'm in a fucked-up mood. TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT.


when nothing feels alright.