Tarik tali....

Last week, I joined in a tug-of-war competition. The competition was part of Outdoor Carnival 2008.

Initially, when Ikhwan (IkanGori) approached me with the idea of forming a team together from our own Jan 2006 batch, I was interested to join, with the condition that I won't be the anchor (the last guy at the end of the line). So he kinda agreed with me..


Ikhwan(yellow shirt), Enol (sitting) and Kopi signing out petitions for better WIFI connection.

During the competition day, it turned out that, instead of the anchor, I was going to be one of the anchors, the other one being Ikhwan himself. Fair enough. Seeing that I am pretty much categorised, tug-of-war-wise, as people who are good (read:overweight), I knew I was going to be one myself. And I kinda enjoyed it, since tug-of-war is one of the few sports I can participate without feeling too sorry for myself, apart from walking, jogging and running up stairs.

The team members making fun of Alip's unorthodoxly shiny noggin.

Anyhow, during the competition day, there were only four teams; Kelab Kembara UTP, OC committee, Prop 06, and the last, but probably the least, our aptly-named team Sayur.

Team Sayur: Not as sayur as you'd think.

The rules were easy to understand and easier to forget. Basically, in league-style competition, one team plays four matches. In each match, there are a maximum of three rounds. Win one rounds, get one pointWin two rounds in a row, the team wins the match. At the end of the competition, the team with the most points wins. Simple enough.

Our team, from left: Kamil, Pezal, Keme, GG, Bari' and Ikhwan. Pejan was out of the picture and I was taking this picture.

I couldn't remember which team was our first match against, but we won the match. The second match, I forgot too, but in the end we lost. After the second round, my body was starting to feel the pain.My back's on fire. My soles were burning. My arm muscles were so sore, I couldn't hold the drinks cup steadily. For the first time since god-knows-when, I was on the verge of collapsing.

Air kelapa (coconut juice). 70% of them are ice, tho.

After a few air kelapa drinks and a brief nap, our team was ready to make a comeback. However, there was a situation. The OC team were nowhere to be seen. Since they were the ones in charge of the carnival that day, they had to go and supervise things up. In short, they forfeited. To accomodate this, the rules were changed: instead of continuing the competition anymore, the organising committee decided to end the competition quickly. So, the team with the most points was named as the winner of the whole game, which went to the Kelab kembara team.

Pulling time: Not the best moment to get distracted.

Anyway, just for the sake of having some sort of semblance to a thoroughly-played competition, wour team were asked to go against the KK team. If we won, we're second place. If we lose, We're still second place. In the end, we lose. Not for the lack of fighting spirit, tho - we gave our best shot for our final match. Nevertheless, we're satisfied enough with whatever we've won (the prize for second place is RM50), so after a few more drinks and buying some donuts for Dunkin' Donuts, we went back to our rooms.

I was going to Photoshop this into making Ikhwan lokk like he's holding a fishing rod later...

Nuri Crash Tragedy

This happened on Friday, when I was back in JB helping out at my grandma's kenduri arwah.





The guy, Captain Nor Azlan Termuzi, was a distant relative of mine.

As of now, all the bodies had been airlifted and buried.

Allah bless their souls. Al-Fatihah.

Graduation Ceremoney....

Last Wednesday, I attended my graduation ceremony in the UFO building aka Chancellor Hall.

Nah, I didn't graduate from UTP. Not yet anyway. But I did officially graduate from the Foundation programme to the Undergraduate programme. That's what the ceremony was all about-no, wait, there was also the Dean's list awards.

As you may have guessed, the DLA is given to those who supposedly performed well in their previous semester i.e got a GPA of 3.5 and above. Last semester, in Foundation 2nd, I attended my own DLA. This time, though, I'm only here for the graduation ceremony, so you can guess what happened to my last exams results.


It's not really that bad actually......Whatever! Let the ghosts of past disappointments rest in their graves, For here comes the Future that I will brave!

Well, I did dread this ceremony, or any events of formal nature, simply because it was - formal. See, I didn't have a formal in my wardrobe, and my last one I lost, so I had to go dress-hunting for a long-sleeved, collared shirt which I can fit into. Luckily, my mate Zul, who possess physical qualities and quantities similar to mine, had an extra black one to spare, so finally I was able to attend the ceremony without thoughts of wearing the wrong shirt nagging the back of my head.

On a lesser idiotic note, I did take lots and lots of pictures during the whole ceremony with my trusty Sony Cybershot (albeit broken already). Something like this comes naturally for me; if there is any event that has students attending it on a massive scale, for sure I will bring my camera along, just so I can capture pics and later brag about it to other people.

Pretty much shows how many students turned up for the ceremony(all, minus those who were absent). The guys and girls to the lower right are from my course, Electrical n Electronic Engineering.


Dr. Zainal Abidin bin Haji Kassim, officially and currently UTP's acting Rector.

FINALLY! A close-pic of myself. No, in case you thought otherwise, I was not going insane there. Honest.

This is a calmer-looking me with the IRC (Information Resource Centre, a fancier name for the UTP Library) as the background.


This is Ivan. He seemed kinda pissed off at me taking his pic....well, never mind, it's done already.
My EE mates queueing up to sign their attendances.

I always believe that showing an open camera to anyone can instantly make them friendly to you. I only knew two of these girls(Alia and Rima, both also from SMTJB), yet all of them posed for my camera.


My credit ran out after the ceremony, so I need to use the public instead. Ah, no lah. But it's still a cooler pose than Ivan's.