IMU Art Competition
July 24th, 2007 by garychiaHey all,
Here’s an art competition that you can join.
Visit my blog at
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for more info.
Thriller special, you decide.
July 13th, 2007 by garychiaI’m gonna do a special post on thrillers and I’m allowing you guys to choose the title. Please vote at Unfinished Business.
Thanks!
Cantonese Disasters and Road-blind
June 29th, 2007 by garychiaBesides being prone to language disasters, I’m also one who cannot learn roads. I’m road-blind… more at Unfinished Business
Visit to Muar Part 2 and more
June 21st, 2007 by garychiaThis is the continuation of my previous post about my travel to Muar at Unfinished Business
Oh my gosh! It’s my birthday!
June 3rd, 2007 by garychiaThe new post above at unfinished business
Moving On!
May 29th, 2007 by garychiaI’m moving my blog to
Unfinished Business
"It’s nothing personal. It’s just good business" - Sao Feng, Pirate Lord of Singapore
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Midnight in the jungle
July 31st, 2006 by garychiaIt was midnight at Fraser’s Hill.
Anuja, Tai Jih, Shao Yang, Timothy, Jamie, Michael, Teck Seng, Jesse and I were at the own centre, doing nothing. Finally, I opened my mouth.
“Let’s do something crazy.”
“What?”
“Let’s walk into the jungle trail.”
“What? We have no torchlight and wearing slippers. Don’t want la…”
“Yup I know. Use handphone light la. Let’s go.”
“But that’s crazy!”
“Exactly.”
Somehow I managed to convince/con the whole group into following my idea. Throughout the night and on the way to the jungle trail, Timothy was trying to “pour cold water” into our plan. Haha, he was so funny.
We decided to take the Hemmant’s trail. We managed to find it’s entrance at an obscure and dark area after much difficulty. We couldn’t see anything at all in front of us. It was pitch black.
There was a signboard nearby that says:
1. Inform the local information counter or police station if you are taking the jungle trails.
2. Wear shoes and bring a jacket.
3. Wear proper attire and long sleeve shirts.
4. Bring adequate food, supplies and water that can last a few days.
5. Bring a guide map.
6. Get a local guide to follow you.
7. Bring a handphone.
We only brought our handphones and a photostated map of the ENTIRE Fraser’s Hill area. We were wearing slippers, short pants and tshirts as if we were going for mamak.
“You sure you wanna go in? What if we got lost?” Anuja asked.
“Well, then we won’t do it again NEXT time. Let’s go.”
We numbered ourselves so that we won’t get lost.
“1!”
“2!”
“3!”
“4!”
“5!”
“6!”
“7!”
“8!”
“9….”
I looked back. Timothy was No. 9. No wonder, it sounded less excited. Haha.
We began our track.
First step. I felt the ground sinking beneath. Yuck, mud. I looked at my leather shoes (that I wear to uni).
Second step. Branches crack under my feet. My poor shoes. The path ahead was totally obscure. Mosquitoes abound. Leaves and branches blocked our way.
Suddenly someone said:
“Sleepy la dei…”
“What if we got lost ah?”
“Hey my phone light gonna go off d…”
“I’m hungry…”
I turned towards them and said something they really like to hear:
“Shall we go back? I’m also hungry.”
The resounding “yes” afterwards was totally unsurprising. They seemed to walk much faster on the way back as if they couldn’t wait to get away from the jungle before Gary changes his mind.
School wars
June 22nd, 2006 by garychiaSo in my primary school (Sekolah Tunku Mahmood 1), the boys and the gals in my class were actually not on very good terms since standard two. There was the Boys gang, consisting of Kian Huei, Wee Chiat, Brian, Jia Ho, Vaish, and me of course. I don’t know if I miss any because the gang is always expanding and we have to keep revising our STAR logo (maybe I’ll put up here some day) to accomodate more members. On the OTHER side is the Gals Society (ok I don’t reli know what they call themselves. maybe they just don’t have any.). Members are Wai Chia, Leanna, Sumitha, Shameetha, Vimala, and Lina and anyone else I forgot.
The reason for the boys to avoid the gals is simple: Stay within 2 metres radius of any gal from the opposite gang and you’ll risk being teased and isolated from the rest (just exaggerating. But teasing, yes.) . Whereas the gals avoid the boys because they are cute and will be handsome when they reach adolescence. Ok I made up that last part up. My severe lack of knowledge of the other side shows my strict adherence to our "honorable" code of conduct.
So what do we do? We tease, quarrel and do many things that I don’t quite remember. But I do remember we quarrelled and played tricks on them like throwing paper balls or chalks at each other during class, whack and chasing kinda stuff. And there was once when we sent two of our members to spy and eavedrop on their conversation (it must have been quite important stuff).
However, during Chinese New year, we do send cards to each other. One year, I sent the gals cards and signed off as some one. Like " Happy Chinese New year! From Someone". And then Wai Chia sent cards back to all of the boys like : "Happy Chinese New Year. Who the PIG is someone?" Of course, being "gentlemen", we retaliated by teasing her and tearing up the cards and throwing up in the air as "firecrackers". She was so ANGRY, she chased us throughout the school using the "penyodok". Haha. Oh yeah, Wai Chia, being the primary school rose (all the male teachers like (to disturb) her.), was always the target of our attacks. Yup, boys like to disturb the prettiest gals because it is in our genes.Poor gal. She had so many nicknames I don’t think she can remember any. One favourite is "Mad Dog". You gotta ask her why. Hehe.
However, during standard 6, we made peace informally and sort of start communicating more. Maybe because puberty was coming. But those were the times eh.
Besides the gals, any other guys outside the gang who disturbed us has the same fate. I think Jia Wei was one of them. Everyday, we used to call him "Ong Tak Mandi" cos he looks so scruffy and sweaty in the morning because he played games.
Vaish also used to be a favourite target when we were in Standard 1 because of his sheer size. We teased till he was so angry that he chased us. Once I got punched in tummy by him. Ouch!
There were also the inter-class wars in Standard 1 where the kids from different classes would fight for unknown reasons. Full weapon arsenals include penyodoks (the all time favourite), brooms, brushes, watercolors (Jia Wei’s favourite), textbooks and pails. The colorful ending is undescriptable. However, my class, being the wisest class, were always the cleanest because we just stood by and observed the phenomena.
Then there was the STM1 vs STM2 feud. STM 1 which is my school was the earlier occupant of the school area. Some years later, STM 2 started and they shared our buildings with us or something like that so we have to alternate between morning and afternoon sessions every year. So nationalistic STM 1 people sort of feel that they should be hostile towards the "invaders". On the other hand STM 2 started having their own buildings and they do not like us using their building. We will leave notes on the table with mean messages for the afternoon occupant to see. We have mini-wars and mess up the class just before we leave for home. During sports day we will boo the other school. There was even a time when I saw two kids from both school fight each other using sticks and chairs till they were bloody all over. Towards Standard 6, each school has their own buildings and canteens. Teachers warned us to not even step into enemy territory. Gosh.
Terrorist Attack
June 5th, 2006 by garychiaWhen I was in Form 4, my friend Brian came to Kluang to look for me. Then my friends and I sent him back by train. SO we were at the train station waiting for the train.
It was a pretty hot afternoon, one week after the 911 incident and I think the terrorist attack was still pretty fresh on our mind.Many people waiting for the punctual train again. Some Singaporeans, local people and a few aunties fanning themselves with the newspaper while chatting about the tou huay in Yap Tou Sah (ok I’m just presuming).
Suddenly there was a loud bang. *Bang*. Silence.
I think there was a tire puncture outside. But I was trying to be funny and wanted to frighten my friends.
So i blurted out "Terrorist attack!" and squatted down, hands over my head.
Big mistake.Not only didn’t it work ,but my friends and everyone else (including those Singaporeans) at the train station were staring at me like I’m some kind of crazy guy. So embarassinG!
Moral of the story, don’t try to be funny in a train station.
