Big Red Freakout....

the Big Red is known around RPI as one of the highlight annual hockey event since i dont know when. usually when a Big Red happens, it happens on the annual alumni gathering or sumthing. it's an ice hockey match. so far, i think RPI only lost once in a big red. some say we never lost, but you could actually go to the union dekat frontdesk, and see the big red freakouts records. we lost once IF i'm not mistaken. usually during the freakout, our opponents would be the rivals.. Clarkson. Sometimes, its not so rival... Brown.

It was my first big red freakout game, although i got pretty bad seats, but it was pretty close to the goal. and i must say, they put on quit a show. shouting everytime when the commentator says "Penalty for Brown 10" and the whole RPI replies "SUCKS!!" just makes it the crowd hype. then we would shout Brownie sucks a couple of times. And i dont know why, but some part of me feels sooo guilty to phatma. hahaha. sorry phatma. anyway... Brown leads in the 2nd Quarter 2-1 and the suspense was building. during half time... something happened that i have never thought that i would see it before i graduate. this woman got to go to half time to hit the puck into the goal... if it's the first time, she'll win a VERY nice convertible honda. she missed the first two. the third one was if she wins, the commentator went this way "IF SHE WINS, SHE WOULD GET A DINNER FOR TWO IN..." bla bla restaurant that i dont even know what was the name. and she got it. everyone soared. her boyfriend was there on the ice at the same time as well. the crowd soared, and suddenly this commentator said "Also, we have a word or two from you boyfriend", and suddenly her boyfriend bent on one knee, and proposed. the crowd just went wild. Its sweet... i like it because i've seen it only for the first time. so probably if i see a second time i'd say pretty corny. Can't imagine if she suddenly says NO in the public. hahaha. that'd be awesome.

Anyway, back to the game, the third period promises the tie goal around the last 10 mins if i'm not mistaken from RPI. The suspense was building that it burns my lungs off jumping up and down everytime Brownies attack. If this game gets a tie, it'll really suck because RPI never tied, and only lost like once a blue moon. if that happens i'd be a big spoiler. heh. anyway... it was the last minute of the match..."CLARKSON STILL SUCKS", and RPI somehow got their groove back and began bashing Brownies againts the glass, throwing them off guard, swinging their sticks like there's no tomorrow, trying to score each and every time they can. then 20 seconds left, Brown got the puck, attacking RPI to the max hoping to embarass RPI on their home game on the biggest night of the year for them. great save by the goalie and then the puck stop for on 16 seconds for a minute. probably time out. then the game started, RPI no 12 i think (wasnt really paying attention it was such a hype) got the puck, went screaming down to Browns goal with their wing coming down close behind trying to trip him with the stick, and RPI flip the puck, everything seemed in slow mo, pushed it up with the created momentum with added swing.... Brownie Goalie flipped up his hand... then.... HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!!! the horn screamed... RPI scored on 8.7 seconds!!!!!!! with a 99% win 3-2. DAMN!! THE GAME WAS PHENOMENAL!! the crowd went wild, screams, flags waving, men in painted body came running down the mirror and bashing it with a roar.... screaming out RPI's pride. damn... that was KICK ASS. a worth it game i must say. WORTH IT. sorry phatma... RPI kalahkan Brown. :P.

Friends....

friends... they make up roughly almost more than 80% in every person's living life. (hey, its a bullshit statistic... just to show that coming up with god knows statistic "could" make a writing seem cool. haha). Your friends would be composed with many personalities, many traits... some you may dislike and some may really click with you. they are there to entertain you when you're bored, someone to talk to when everything seems sucky, and there just because they are your friend. but most of all, what makes a friend... a true friend.... TRUST. everything is composed of trust. what you tell your trusting friend, must never be leaked to your friend's trusting friend, because then your friend's trusting friend would leak out to their trusting friend, then be leaked out to their trusting friend which will then eventually be the trusting friend of the whole world. no matter what the circumstances are, obvious, personal, discreet, questionable, a trusting friend would say to people with questions "hmm i dont know... try asking my trusting friend yourself". if it does happen... where's the friendship in that? if it happened to me, i'm sure like the rest of you, you would feel actually disrespected, feel of disappointment, or as silat says, menepuk minyak di tatang, terpercik di muka sendiri.

However... sometimes, mistakes does happen, hopefully it never EVER happens again. hopefully. that's what a trusting friend of the "accidentally" leaked trusting friend would think about most of the time. sorry is everything, i've read once, friends make mistake you write it down on sand their mistake, and if they help you up whenever or whatever trouble hits you, you carve it in stone. why, because mistakes could usually be forgiven, and forgetten and in my case usually (lesson to filter all my stories), and carve it in stone to remember it forever. trust, respect, honesty is what i think friendship is all about.

Bengang

yes... bengang is what everyone usually feels... discomfort of certain indivudual's doing. sometimes the discomfort involves you, sometimes it doesnt. strangely, some people still feel discomfort with shit that's not even related to them. strange. another thing strange is, i know almost always everyone does it, they'd probably pray 5 times a day, read the quran, and bla bla.... but something that's never missing is talking shit about someone behind their back. BULLSHIT if anyone says they've never done it before. i've done it. so many times. frankly, i know i could burn in hell for doing that. but i kept doing it. why? kurang pegangan, kurang pedoman, ntah la. but its just not the way. i know. main reason why? i think mostly because you'd talk shit about them... "si anu nih kencing dlm seluar"... it could actually happen to you anytime in the future. could be right after you say it, or could be way way beyond, or could've happen in the past, which if these people say it... then they must be so fuckingly bloody ignorant. the chances of same thing happening to you when you talk about others are usually high. i dont know why, but it does. maybe its a way of Him saying to you, what goes around, comes around. cakap kat org lain boyfriend dier loser ke aper ntah.... kuar dgn pompuan lain... tup tup dier plak buat... org cakap awek dier nih whore laaa asyik flirt jekk dgn laki lain... tup tup mamat tuh pun gatal jugak. another amazing thing is... org yg mengutuk, but does not realize that the thing is actually happening to them as well. AMAZING. that thing is happenning to them at that time, at that moment, while they are talking about them. AMAZING. dalam sumer category aku cakap tadik, (akan jadi, jadi masa tuh gak right after cakap, or in the past) nih laa paling gajah gemuk terbalik tonggang (ferr, i pinjam you punya terbalik tonggang punya melatah) bloody ignorant!! serious. it does NOT hurt to open your eyes, and see, that it is also happening to YOU. does not hurt.

sometimes, i'm afraid, that talking shit about other people behind their backs, will just actually result you of having unhappy life, unhappy future... lonely. i've already felt some of it... i would want to say i care, but the fact is, i brought it to myself, my fault, and i respect myself for knowing that. remember... same shit could happen to you.... same shit... akan datang, sekarang jugak, or has happen (maybe forgotten), or yg paling bloody ignorant terbalik tonggang... right now is currently happening to you. what have we become. maybe its true... the sun will rise in the west soon.