say goodnight, but mean goodbye

"ladies and gentlemen, the rumors are true. after ten years, close to a hundred recorded songs and several trips around the world, the get up kids will be playing their last shows this summer. we're celebrating the release of our as-of-yet-untitled live record and we're coming around one final time. we'll be playing gigs in the west, in the east and in the middle of the us. our very last show will be in kansas city(our hometown), fourth of july weekend 2005.

as a group we'd like to thank each and everyone of you for supporting us over the years. whether we slept on your floor in '97 or you drove all the way to lawrence to see us play in '05, we are forever grateful. we feel it's best to let the last ten years speak as a document for what the band was. we can look back and say that we are proud of everything that we accomplished. in the end, we will always remember this as a good time; we hope that you remember it that way too."

- thegetupkids.com



knoddy

in memory

one year ago today was 2 days before my first paper.

no big deal, or so i thought...

it was about 9am and i was still in bed when i recieved a message from my captain then.

"our dear friend Yunus passed away this morning from a bike accident.."

honestly speaking at that instantaneous point of time, given my consiousness, i didn't quite believed what i read. thinking i was still dreaming, i went back to sleep though with not much avail. it wasn't until a second message after i woke up regarding details of his funeral that reality really sunk in.

Yunus was my hockey team-mate when i was in year 1. that year was a pretty rough year for our team as we had no coach. as far as i can remember, he was a motivating player. when he plays, he plays hard, gives his 100% and always seek to improve himself. come the actual ivp competition, another team-mate who just returned from overseas exchange sort of took Yunus's first team place away but that did not stop him from being a key motivating factor for the team. in the pitch all i could hear was his voice, shouting his lungs out, pushing us on as fatigue sets in. he was never sore about not being able to play regularly at all.

i wasn't close to him at all to speak the truth. the only times we had any form of interaction was during trainings, though we've had our laughs and tactical discussions about the game. at his funeral, i saw him... it wasn't a pretty sight. we (the team) were allowed to go in and pay our last respects and i said a prayer for him. secretly i made a vow too.. that i, as the vice captain then, promised to win the next competition in honour of him. of course we didn't win last season, came in third instead, but i'm sure he'll be over-joyed with the results and i dedicate our achievement to him, who could have been with us to share the glory.

it's weird to be attending funerals of friends around my age... or am i just stubborn to think that people only die of old age and that it wouldn't happen to my social circle? as i watch people from the burial company shoving soil haphazardly at his grave, i couldn't help but feel a lump down my throat.. "what the hell are you doing! is that's my friend you're burying?!", thus i cannot imagine how closer friends and families were feeling, but definitely a traumatic experience they had to go through..

well it's been a year since Yunus had passed on and i'm sure he's doing well now where ever he is. those of you who happen to know him, say a silent prayer for him and his family and friends.

to end off, i just wanna say this... please be safe.


desmond

greetings from the friendly ganjamantis

"siao eh kua simi."

ganja mantis

maisngsiao sucks!

first of all, happy 2nd month to me and my darling!

i was reading through my old posts in the computer lab earlier tonight and i boy did i have a good laugh or what.

now if you're some smart ass, you prolly would have noticed the fundamental mistake in the statement above. yes i know, you mother fuckers; the fact that i'm laughing at my own posts shows that i've lost... my fucking sense of humor!!!

i would like to apologise to my avid readers if any, for the lack of kick ass posts in likes of 'adventures of knodpoloen', 'knoddy goes to school', etc. too many things have been filling up my schedule this sem and at times i'm just too tired and lazy to blog shit up.

there should be increased frequency of blogging after exams that's all i can say.

knoddy

my daily bread

i remember the days back in college when school was but a konstruction site, where lessons were conducted in giant boxes with average temperatures of 16 degrees.

i remember the escalator down from bouna vista mrt and witnessing guys clad in all white; girls in white and green filtering to the left while students who don kick ass uniforms marching to the right.

i remember chapel every monday fucking morning, singing hymns and how we were all up and singing our sorry lungs out when daphne khoo was leading 'god is good'.

i remember skipping lessons and watching x-men with the guys in my class. i remember mass skipping of econs lecture conducted by mahaini and till now i am flabbergasted.. how we found the balls to do it.

i remember good old hockey trainings at spe, what the fuck is ccab, the bus rides there, playing bridge obsessively, hoping wenyan or justin won't be my partners, to the point yogi banned us from playing before the semis and finals.

i remember how my tears flowed like waterfall when we lost to rj in our finals, how i couldn't sing a word of the college anthem for the first time in 2 years cos i was choking back on the tears.

i remember gurmit accusing yy of squating on the billiard table and how he went on to blow the matter up to mr lenn. i remember how mr lenn threatened to suspend us from school.

i remember lek bee hoon whistling at me when i slept in physics class and how she forbid us from switching on the fan cos it was too noisy.

i remember staying in the mrc room with the rats talking about how we were gonna rule the world next time from afternoon till evening.

i remember preparing for fun-o-rama; the only time the school allows students to take time of lessons to help raise funds. i remember having played free arcade from my friend's class booth and we sold pasta that had earlier been dropped on the floor during fund raising for the main event.

i remember the butterfly gang.

i remember the soccer with the whole jing gang of ac fuckers. i remember cakes punching john ma in the head one time while playing in acs i.

i remember wearing college blazer to collect my colours award and how mat rok prick spoilt the photo we took cos he didn't qualify to wear them.

i remember when college life was 1.5 years of playing and 4 months of studying.


suddenly...


i remember my first paper is next thursday and i am so very unprepared. but...

i remember god is good, all the time...

knoddy