<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108</id><updated>2011-09-04T19:36:04.375+08:00</updated><category term='because I was bored'/><category term='half assed'/><category term='my not so exciting life'/><category term='my road to glory?'/><category term='random'/><category term='my side'/><title type='text'>justice chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'>...my arrogance roars...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-8091140709789805721</id><published>2010-10-31T22:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:32:05.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my not so exciting life'/><title type='text'>What is a life?</title><content type='html'>If life was a game&lt;div&gt;I would be a 10 hp grunt that would be gloriously defeated by the hero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or a character with average stats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If life was a horror movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would be the one complaining and be killed off first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If life was a song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would have ups and downs right where I expected them to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If life was a fairy tail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I've even passed the introduction of hardship and "stepmother"ness phase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If life was a social networking site&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would always be asked to "add more friends"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But life's so much more, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will be left after you take away all of the above?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm don't know, but I'm sure about one thing that will be left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/TNfsX1I0FvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-Aw56bRJ2u4/s1600/allaboutmelarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/TNfsX1I0FvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-Aw56bRJ2u4/s320/allaboutmelarge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537154161020507890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, me. IN ALL MY GLORY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quoted from Britney Spears "If you seek Amy",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Love me, hate me, say what you want about me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but all of the boys and all of the girls want to if you seek Amy"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...well that didn't come out right. That's life, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Face it or avoid it, accept it or deny it, just keep moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two more to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets do this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-8091140709789805721?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8091140709789805721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=8091140709789805721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/8091140709789805721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/8091140709789805721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-is-life.html' title='What is a life?'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/TNfsX1I0FvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-Aw56bRJ2u4/s72-c/allaboutmelarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-6999052951371018324</id><published>2010-09-07T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T02:23:34.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='because I was bored'/><title type='text'>A new logo - part 1</title><content type='html'>The logo designed by Paan was beautiful, but its been there for like more than a year. And I can't ask Paan for help (yet), 'cause I have no idea what the new logo should look like.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the spirit of change, here is the first attempt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The hardest part of every journey is the beginning. Life never has a tutorial mode"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-6999052951371018324?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6999052951371018324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=6999052951371018324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/6999052951371018324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/6999052951371018324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-logo-part-1.html' title='A new logo - part 1'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-4777202768430173512</id><published>2010-09-01T22:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:58:00.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my not so exciting life'/><title type='text'>the power of a drumstick to drain my battery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/TH53rSzHwWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rQvC0fliycI/s1600/01092010168.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/TH53Y9gluHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CKwUuLpGYig/s1600/01092010167.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/TH53LKe3dkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/P-WpEc6uZ-8/s1600/01092010165.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/TH527zKxEXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hXC8ogL45yw/s1600/01092010164.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ame, gi x petang ni?"&lt;div&gt;"Tak"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nape? Gi laa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Malas"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after much persuasion, I still decided not to go to Esah's berbuka kelas E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/TH527zKxEXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hXC8ogL45yw/s320/01092010164.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511973763667792242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a day I preferred to spend alone, but at about 6 pm Dewa asked me one last time. I still said no. So, at about 6 something, I decided that it would be time for me to go get food for my berbuka sorang2, so I decided to go to KFC S 13. Started JoKeR, jehehehehehem "oo battery's already week, but I would at least be in JB when the battery would die", I thought to myself. So I drove to S 13 but when I arrived, it was still early. Might as well kill some time and go the bazar first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to the bazar, walked about two or three steps and got bored. So I went back to JoKeR and tried to start the car. Nothing happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Kalau tak boleh start, off aircond ngan radio pastu try lagi"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I followed Romeo's wise words. Still couldn't start. Everytime I turned the key, the OLED display started blinking Damn, this seems familiar. So, I did something that all real men do when they are stuck in a predicament. I called mak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mak, kete tak boleh start. Battery da kering"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeke? Abes cane?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"AAM cover kan bende2 camni? Callkan, hehe"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ok, nanti mak call balik"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, I began thinking of other options, maybe Aimran or Paan could suggest something. Paan suggested a shop, but then mak called back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Kete Ame takde dalam coverage AAM taw, kalau nak kene bayar lebih"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Huh? What the e, how can I not be covered? Gile jantan bawak kete xde insurance"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bukan Ame la, kete tu. Ayah cakap xyala, gi carik kedai je"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought about it for a moment, and decided that I'd rather just pay the excess than risk going to a shop I didn't trust (thank God for my accounting skills).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nanti Ame call balik, nak buke dulu la"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I called my knight in orange armour, Dewa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dewa, battery kete aku mati doh. Amek aku"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Aku tengah kat bazar 7, ko mintak la Aim ke", said Dewa assuming that I was still at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Aku kat bazar 13 laa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ok, japgi aku sampai. Ko belikan kuih dulu, kat sini pasar malam xde kuih"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tak reti laa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Beli je yang nampak cam susah nak buat"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, while waiting for Dewa, I walked around the bazar looking for a kuih that looked like it needed tremendous amounts of expertise and preparation time. I guess either my standards were too high or I just didn't know anything about the kuih making process because I didn't find anything that satisfied Dewa's criteria. So, I settled for Roti John as a decleration of peace for Esah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/TH53LKe3dkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/P-WpEc6uZ-8/s320/01092010165.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511974027624150594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dewa arrived with N Syuk,  N Syuk bought currypuffs and we went to look for a CIMB Bank. Suddenly, N Syuk got a call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wei, ade orang cakap da buke"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Syuk, kite betol2 kat sebelah mesjid. Tak azan lagi. Agak2 la nak kelentong orang yang tengah kat sebelah mesjid wei"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it was time to break fast, so we ate Syuk's currypuffs first. Then we arrived at the building beside PAS which was supposed to house CIMB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"WE HAVE MOVED TO BANGUNAN UMNO"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, shows how long I haven't been here. So we went to the bangunan UMNO. Dewa wanted to park outside but we were guided by a guard to park inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Muke cam kite ni ade muke nak makan hotel ke?", asked Dewa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I withdrew what I needed, then got into Jelex. There was a car blocking our way, and an expensive looking BMW behind it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dewa hon sket pastu pandang cam BM tu yang hon"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The car cleared the way, and we continued our journey to our break fast destination: Esah's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/TH53Y9gluHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CKwUuLpGYig/s320/01092010167.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511974264659884146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate nasi ayam Pak Mal and apologized to Esah for having to borrow Dewa and N Syuk before the "games" started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dewa cukup la, Syuk tinggal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syuk decided to follow us anyway, so I bought him some Mountain Dew because he seemed like a guy who lives on the edge. About 45 minutes later, the AAM Man arrived and gave JoKeR its new raya battery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/TH53rSzHwWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rQvC0fliycI/s320/01092010168.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511974579612402018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Even without spending time alone, life has shown me how important the people around me are to me. Thanks"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Maybe I'll colour them when i have time)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-4777202768430173512?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4777202768430173512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=4777202768430173512' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/4777202768430173512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/4777202768430173512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/power-of-drumstick-to-drain-my-battery.html' title='the power of a drumstick to drain my battery'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/TH527zKxEXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hXC8ogL45yw/s72-c/01092010164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-3183526082840118282</id><published>2010-09-01T00:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:43:18.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my not so exciting life'/><title type='text'>ego getgo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/TH0w_6tR7SI/AAAAAAAAAEs/61S63Tug4hc/s1600/01092010151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/TH0w_6tR7SI/AAAAAAAAAEs/61S63Tug4hc/s320/01092010151.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511615393620421922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ego has returned....&lt;div&gt;I wish it wouldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lack of confidence has done wonders...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"My wings use to be large enough for all of us, now I just hope I don't come falling down again"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-3183526082840118282?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3183526082840118282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=3183526082840118282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/3183526082840118282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/3183526082840118282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/ego-getgo.html' title='ego getgo'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/TH0w_6tR7SI/AAAAAAAAAEs/61S63Tug4hc/s72-c/01092010151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-3318532422902097828</id><published>2010-08-29T21:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:58:11.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='because I was bored'/><title type='text'>definition of LONG weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah a weekend away from home. Not that I go home during weekends anyway, so what made this weekend so special? It was a... wait for it (too much How I met Your Mother)... a LONG weekend. So what is a long weekend? Let us find out using the several techniques I have learnt recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) AC220xC Theorem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well according to the principle of AC220xC (x being the number of semesters), if you don't know how to define something, just translate it into Bahasa Melayu. Ok, so here goes. Long weekend is&lt;i&gt;hujung minggu yang panjang&lt;/i&gt;. Now that was as helpful as a person handing you a ladder when there's a fire. Maybe you could try to put out the fire with the ladder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/THplzJWOWEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bx5LO8YaaJg/s1600/29082010137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/THplzJWOWEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bx5LO8YaaJg/s320/29082010137.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510829023398090818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok bad idea. Next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) The pictorial learner method&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to Che Ah, one must be a pictorial learner or a literatory (made it up) learner. So with the &lt;i&gt;semangat&lt;/i&gt; of wanting to become a pictorial learner, here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/THpmDnkE7qI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qMDJEG6tC3M/s320/29082010143.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510829306387164834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did that make any sense:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/THpm-QX-dpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Oth_4KjkcRY/s320/29082010140.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510830313774675602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) The Dewa method&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By utilizing the Dewa method, one can summarize entire pages of information into a post-it note. Even verbal information can be summarized into a single phrord (phrase+word) as it is said with such speed that it will make a new sound altogether.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Situation: Dewa wants to warn a passerby that a car is coming his or her way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Dewa will say: Kereta, kereta kereta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What it will sound like in Dewaspeed: ketetetete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(it is said so fast that sometimes the te overtakes the ke, and sometimes they will combine to form tke or kte)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But wait, we don't want to summarize LONG weekend, we want to elaborate it. So, next step. Maybe next time, Dewa :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) The procrastination method&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do it today when you can do it tomorrow? (repeat this sentence everyday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this method (but because of it PSA almost killed me, but that's another story).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A little colour makes this world a better place"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-3318532422902097828?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3318532422902097828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=3318532422902097828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/3318532422902097828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/3318532422902097828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/08/definition-of-long-weekend.html' title='definition of LONG weekend'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/THplzJWOWEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bx5LO8YaaJg/s72-c/29082010137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-3604698485115035651</id><published>2010-08-27T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T01:07:31.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='because I was bored'/><title type='text'>Something I should be doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/THaeJA9cGnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8ZaBN5wj2EA/s1600/27082010135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/THaeJA9cGnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8ZaBN5wj2EA/s320/27082010135.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509765071848086130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colours make everything much more fun, thanks for the discussion...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There's something I should've done today, but oh well..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-3604698485115035651?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3604698485115035651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=3604698485115035651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/3604698485115035651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/3604698485115035651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/08/something-i-should-be-doing.html' title='Something I should be doing'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/THaeJA9cGnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8ZaBN5wj2EA/s72-c/27082010135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-4825069791143509246</id><published>2010-08-25T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T13:26:18.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my side'/><title type='text'>19 things for my 2 readers</title><content type='html'>1. No matter who comes after this, they'll never be anything like you.&lt;div&gt;2. If perfect's what your looking for than just stay the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. If I said you were anything less, it would be a lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Rain seems to suck less when I know you'll be there after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The ones who I let in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Because you always seem to be the one saving me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. A promise I'd like to keep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. There's never been a time when I didn't need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. When times get tough, never stop moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Hope is just holding on and waiting for the best to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Sometimes you just need to accept that the world will suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Just relax and things will be ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. What I'd like to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. You'll be there even when I'm wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. And I'll always be there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Wondering why I didn't realize this all this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. When you fly, take me with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. I'm enjoying every second of the ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. I'll never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If you don't understand, it's not for you (and I have more than 2 readers)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-4825069791143509246?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4825069791143509246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=4825069791143509246' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/4825069791143509246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/4825069791143509246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/08/19-things-for-my-2-readers.html' title='19 things for my 2 readers'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-5904956744892922242</id><published>2010-08-25T08:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T08:41:50.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='because I was bored'/><title type='text'>the FAR is on fire</title><content type='html'>Test's in 2 hours, so what the hell I am I doing here?&lt;div&gt;Don't know, but  here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PINEAPPLE, crazy pineapple dancing on the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a creature of habit. So much that, I could buy stuff from the bazaar &lt;i&gt;bak kate dewa "sekali pusing"&lt;/i&gt;. But yesterday, we had to &lt;i&gt;"due kali pusing"&lt;/i&gt; as neither I or Bromeo had bought our drinks. I was getting bored of &lt;i&gt;air tehbu&lt;/i&gt; so I taught I would go a little wild and buy something else. And that something else was DumDumDum, &lt;i&gt;air nenas&lt;/i&gt;. I don't know if it was because it was so yellow, or because I could see the pinapple chunks from inside the container, or because &lt;i&gt;bak kate dewa&lt;/i&gt; again &lt;i&gt;"bapak besar plastik die, ko siyes RM 2 je?"&lt;/i&gt;, I bought a drink that was yellow, had chunks of pineapple in it and was damn cheap, well according to the God of the Cheap anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So skip to the moment when it was almost time to break fast, I opened the plastic, put it in a bowl like I usually did and let go. Little did I know that the pineapple would also let itself go. Gedebush was the sound it made as it began flowing everywhere on the table, on my chair and on the floor. Luckily it didn't touch the food on the table. Dewa gave me a big pot to contain the pineapple i case it let itself out again, I cleaned up and broke fast while sitting on a wet chair. I've learnt my lesson. Pineapples are evil, evil creatures that cannot be contained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT was you who made my brown hands blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I was studying for the test of the most interesting subject in the world, FAR 600. It was so interesting that I had to take a 30 minute break every 5 minutes because of the overload of super interestingness. So, I decided to make it more interesting by taking notes. But a couple of moments later, the only notes I made were pictures of a penguin, a shop and a snow angel trying to kick each others' asses. So, I decided that it was time for my next 30 minute break, and I began it with colouring. I took out my blue colouring pen, took off the lid and went crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, as I was about to select another colour, I realized that my hands had blue ink on them. "Did I go crazy a little bit to much and perhaps scribbled on my own hands?" I thought to myself. That couldn't be possible, so I inspected the pen. Saw that it was leaking, so touched the leaky part to make sure. Okay, blue ink on my fingers. Then touched it again to confirm that it was leaking. Yes, blue fingers again. I think my pen also had a pineapple in it. Oh well, at least it can be contained by the lid, for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH yes, I had a dream of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Even in my dreams you can make me feel like I'm lying on a bed of clouds"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, it's time to face@fail the FAR...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-5904956744892922242?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5904956744892922242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=5904956744892922242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/5904956744892922242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/5904956744892922242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/08/tests-in-2-hours-so-what-hell-i-am-i.html' title='the FAR is on fire'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-1666895378999967809</id><published>2010-08-16T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:59:40.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my side'/><title type='text'>so sick</title><content type='html'>I lie to myself, keep telling myself I'm ok&lt;div&gt;My pride keeps getting shattered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My main goal is out of reach now more than ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My only regret will always remain a regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel like I'm standing on layers of broken glass waiting to shatter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everthing seems to be falling apart, even the rubble is collapsing on itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lies have tangled up so much that I'm finding it hard to distinguish what's real anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just afraid that I've passed the point of no return, I hope not anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"At least I still have you, or is that another lie I tell myself?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-1666895378999967809?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1666895378999967809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=1666895378999967809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/1666895378999967809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/1666895378999967809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-sick.html' title='so sick'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-2673372679194169333</id><published>2010-08-14T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T01:41:23.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='half assed'/><title type='text'>The darker side of control - Prisoner</title><content type='html'>"Whoa, what was that sound?", said Alex while turning around.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Turn around, prisoner", said the soldier guarding Alex while poking him with a stick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Poke me again and I'll put that stick where the sun don't shine"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The soldier backed off, while throwing the stick on the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"For a Royal Guard, you sure talk a lot", said Count Anthony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"For a hmm, whatever you are, you don't talk enough, Anthony."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's Count Anthony to you, imperial scum."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Whoa, that was a little harsh, judging me from my uniform, Mr Anthony. I'm sure that once you get to know me, we could become pretty good friends"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other soldiers just watched the banter between Alexander and Count Anthony. They had never seen the ruthless Count Anthony say any sentence that didn't include threatening someone or swearing allegiance to his cause. They were also awed by Alex's composure, bantering with the person that would most likely kill him without hesitating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So, we've been walking for a while now. Where are you taking us?", asked Alex while observing his surroundings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You'll find out once we get there", answered Count Anthony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you looking for any particular tree? Maybe this one, or that one..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex began pointing in seemingly random directions. But then, his finger started glowing. By the time Count Anthony realized this, Alex was already jumping towards him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Imperial jolt!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Revolution halt!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex's finger clashed with Anthony's palm, resulting in a flash of light. All of the soldiers drew their weapons, getting ready to fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Not bad, Anthony. Not bad at all..." Alex drew his sword.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I should say the same to you. Pretty brave of you, I could just tell my bosses that you died on the way..." Anthony drew his guns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The situation was at a standstill. Anthony and Alex didn't move, they just stared at each other, sizing each other up. The soldiers didn't dare move before their leaders attacked. Alex's forces were outnumbered, but Anthony didn't feel like he had an advantage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sir, something's coming!" a soldier shouted, but Alex and Anthony didn't care. They just continued staring at each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, there was a loud roar. A black apparition appeared out of nowhere and charged towards them. The black apparition landed, hit two of Anthony's soldiers, and stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Looks like we've found them earlier than expected, Arissa", said Meera as she came out of the Range Rover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arissa came out, followed by their captive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Go jump of a cliff or something"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The captive followed obediently, running into the woods never to be seen again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex and Anthony didn't care what was happening around them. The dog of war had already barked. They charged at each other with weapons in hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Feel the power of a royal guard!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The time of imperialists has ended! Revolution!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-2673372679194169333?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2673372679194169333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=2673372679194169333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/2673372679194169333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/2673372679194169333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/08/darker-side-of-control-prisoner.html' title='The darker side of control - Prisoner'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-4618198043766079988</id><published>2010-08-13T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T02:00:35.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='half assed'/><title type='text'>The darker side of control - Blue</title><content type='html'>"Sir, do you think that we could umm, have some fun before we killed them? No one will know, right?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The soldiers began cheering at the thought, albeit a little silently to prevent Count Anthony from hearing them. The person left in charge however remained silent, looking at Alex's sword that was buried deep through the chest of his dead comrade. He went to the body, mumbled some words and took something off the dead person's uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do what you want. Just make sure you kill them afterwards", said the leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The soldiers were estatic. They were like schoolchildren, boasting about what they were going to do while fighting about who was going to go first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come on, so who's gonna go in first?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The situation was heating up, as every single one of the soldiers wanted to go into the Range Rover first. The leader just shook his head and turned a blind eye towards the antics of his subordinates. A soldier approached him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sorry Sir, but this is getting nowhere. Could you please decide for us?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I couldn't care less, but that guy over there. It looks like he could use some action"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The leader pointed to a nervous looking soldier. The others cheered as they pushed the nervous soldier towards the Range Rover. He climbed in and slammed the door shut. Some violent shaking ensued, as the soldiers outside gave even more screams of encouragement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cheering was deafening, as if the soldiers didn't even care if Count Anthony heard them. The leader could swear he could hear familiar clicking sounds, but by the time he realized what the sound was it was too late. The door swung open and the nervous soldier came out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bang! Bang! Bang!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three shots were fired, all of them hitting the celebrating soldiers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"For an idiot coming in with two half loaded guns, he has pretty good aim", said Meera as she and Arissa climbed out of the Range Rover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The soldier panicked and shot towards Arissa and Meera but all they could hit was the nervous soldier as he dodged towards each bullet as if his life depended on it. The soldier fell kneeling to the ground in a hail of bullets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Stop it!" Screamed the leader, as he tried to calm down his now dumbfounded soldier but the sight of gunning down their own comrade proved to much to take, as some of the soldiers had started puking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What the hell did you do!" Screamed the leader as he took out his gun and aimed it at Arissa and Meera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arissa remained silent. Meera was awed by her friend's remarkable composure as she looked nervously at the gun pointed towards them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Die!" screamed the leader as he began shooting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Protect me!" Commanded Arissa, her eyes gleaming an eerie blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the shots connected, but they connected at the soldiers jumping towards Arissa and Meera. The leader shot at them until all of his soldiers died and he ran out of bullets. Arissa walked calmly towards him, her eyes gleaming that eerie blue again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Now it's my turn. Take me to my father"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-4618198043766079988?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4618198043766079988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=4618198043766079988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/4618198043766079988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/4618198043766079988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/08/darker-side-of-control-blue.html' title='The darker side of control - Blue'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-3154545773947803797</id><published>2010-06-17T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:28:48.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='half assed'/><title type='text'>The darker side of control - Surrender</title><content type='html'>"It seems that they have us surrounded, Sir. The ratio of their soldiers to ours is about three to one. It would have been four if it wasn't for the stunt you pulled back there", said a soldier calmly analyzing the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it was five to one, then we should worry", said Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not all of us are killing machines like you, Sir", said a soldier beginning to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex analyzed the situation. Apart from the sound of their cars' engines, everything else was silent. If he wasn't trained in the art of warfare, he could swear that there wasn't a battalion of soldiers surrounding them getting ready to attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seems that they're waiting for orders or something. Let's attack first", said Alex getting excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Alex said that, they were showered by lasers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, this can't be good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shots were fired everywhere. Alex's soldiers didn't even have time to scream. The accurate and plentiful to ensure that the soldiers would die a quick death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn, didn't they learn anything from the academy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex closed his eyes, held his sword firmly and started chanting. Some soldiers did that same. Some just closed their eyes and got ready to fall in the hail of bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imperial rook formation!" Screamed Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldiers begun to swing their swords faster and faster. At first it just seemed like an act of desperation, until the enemies saw that their bullets were flying back at them, killing some of them in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Idiots. This is why we don't use guns. Imperial bishop formation!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex began chanting and stuck his sword into the ground. Metal spikes came out everywhere, hitting the still bedazzled enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is he?" That was the last words of most of the people who fell victim to the Imperial Bishop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, Alex's force had depleted to only seven people, and that was including Arissa and Meera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enemies numbers had also diminished thanks to Alex. Suddenly, an enemy came out of the forest with twin desert eagles. He looked like their leader, with his extravagant uniform and his knee length cape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is meaningless. If we continue, the only people that will be left is us, Mr..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir Alexander of the Royal Knights" interrupted Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay then Sir Alex, I'm Count Anthony. Let me put it to you this way. My soldier has your 'fair maidens' at gunpoint."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Alex turned around, he heard Meera scream. There was an enemy soldier by the door of his Range Rover. The enemy soldier stepped back and fell slowly. There was a sword in his chest. Alex's spare sword. Alex knew what he had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, we'll surrender. But you have to promise to let the two girls go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and his remaining men put down their swords and were immediately surrounded by the enemy soldiers. They were walked into the forest where they slowly dissapeared into the forest. A soldier walked towards Count Anthony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are we letting the girls go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nonsense. We've captured one of the top royal knights. That's all we need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about the rest, Sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count Anthony put his guns back into their holsters on his belt. He closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath and opened them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kill them all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-3154545773947803797?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3154545773947803797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=3154545773947803797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/3154545773947803797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/3154545773947803797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/06/darker-side-of-control-surrender.html' title='The darker side of control - Surrender'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-1132705166020373484</id><published>2010-06-15T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:15:55.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='half assed'/><title type='text'>The darker side of control - Guardian</title><content type='html'>"Heey, are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera looked at Arissa, slapping here face gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhhmmm...", Arissa managed to squeeze out some form of verbal sign before she passed out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let her rest. She's earned it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera thought Alex was being sarcastic until she realized that Alex looked serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you weren't there so... Well I just saw a glimpse of it too, but the moment I saw it I knew what it was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you see?" Meera asked excitedly with a hint of irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw her mother." said Alex while staring out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? What do you mean? Her mother's still alive? And she was there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera was confused. She took a look at Arissa and immediately knew what she had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turn around!" Screamed Meera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver slammed the brakes, pulled the handbrake and tugged on the steering wheel. The car spun 180 degrees. The rover behind them almost collided head on with them, just barely dodging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" Alex screamed with Arissa in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, she told me to turn around, so..." answered the driver as if nothing had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHY THE HELL DID YOU TELL HIM TO TURN AROUND? WE ALMOST DIED, DAMMIT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you said her mother was there, so..." answered Meera a little frightened by Alex. His look had a little mix of fear and anger, but it was mostly fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex calmed down after seeing Arissa almost wake up because of his shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you were mistaken. I meant that at that exact moment, she looked exactly like her mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well Sir, you could have explained it better", said the driver as they continued their journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex's face looked red. He was silent for a moment, then he continued his explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arissa's mother was different. There was just something about her. She looked normal, but she had an uncanny ability to bring men to their knees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So that monkey must've been male", mumbled Meera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean? She used it on the monkeys before we arrived?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera tried her best to remember what happened earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure, but I think that's why the monkey's stopped attacking before you arrived."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure? Her mother could only use the ability once a day, even then she would pass out for the whole day", explained Alexander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera was amazed. She finally understood what happened on Arissa's birthday. She wanted to ask more questions, but she didn't have the heart to interrupt Alex as he was lovingly stroking Arissa's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we arrive, you'll find the answers to almost all your questions", said Alex as if he could read Meera's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The car ahead is slowing down. Something's wrong," said the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take care of Arissa. I hate to impose this on you, but you have to be her trusted guardian now. I can't always be there to protect her", said Alex while putting Arissa into Meera's arms and his spare sword into her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell everyone to get ready. We've been followed from the moment we left. Luckily, that 'stunt' you pulled actually cost them some of their people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander took his sword and opened the door. The others followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let us grant their wish of an early death, even if they did not wish so."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-1132705166020373484?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1132705166020373484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=1132705166020373484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/1132705166020373484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/1132705166020373484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/06/darker-side-of-control-guardian.html' title='The darker side of control - Guardian'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-3419983822948328282</id><published>2010-06-12T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T01:40:39.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='half assed'/><title type='text'>The darker side of control - Father</title><content type='html'>"Hey, you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arissa slowly opened her eyes to see a familiar figure sitting at the side of her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So your awake? Your lucky I came when I did, you know. One minute later I'd have to drag your carcass here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very funny, father. Anyway, where's Meera?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told you to call me "daddy". She's okay, it's you that I'm worried about. You were passed out when I saw you. The last time that happened, it was..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arissa interrupted her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't wanna remember that day. Hey how do you know about it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know more than you think I do. Who else do you think had to cover up the mess you made? I mean, all the bodies..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lalala, I'm not listening, uuggh...", Arissa stumbled while trying to get out of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't try to get up. I don't know what happened in the forest, but you're totally drained."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure. One minute I was awake, and the other I wasn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young, well built man entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir Alex, we should go now. His majesty is not fond of tardiness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex got up. He pet Arissa's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Righto. Hey kiddo, I gotta go now. Peace out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man suddenly unsheathed his sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someone here?" Asked the young man steadily gripping his sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex nodded. Arissa tried to understand the situation, but she was just too tired. She just looked at her father. It was weird, as she had never seen her father like this. He was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, where's Meera?" Asked Arissa, while trying to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's with the rest of 'us'. You, stay with her. I'm gonna check on them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex left the room. The young man stood by Arissa's bed with his sword in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be nervous, we do this sort of thing all the time", said the young man. He seemed more nervous than Arissa, though. Arissa was just too tired to notice anything. Especially that person coming through the window. And the two people coming through the door. Armed with swords. And the fact that the young man was struggling against them. Arissa did notice that the person entering from the window was trying to strike the young man from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch out!" Arissa screamed with her remaining strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man succeeded in parrying the blow but the shock caused him to let go of his sword. However, the other people in the room now had their attention on Arissa. They came up to her, two of them chanting something. The middle one raised his sword, and made the mistake of giving her a compassionate glance. He froze, with his sword still raised. The other two were confused, so they chanted even harder. Arissa, who was already drained at this point, too drained that she couldn't even faint anymore. She just seemed to fade in an out of consciousness. The two people who were chanting had came to the point where they were chanting into the ears of the person in the middle. The middle one seemed to have gained his senses, shook his head and continued to finish the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For his majesty, the king!" Yelled the young man as picked up his sword and slashed the three people from the back of their necks, instantly killing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice job" commented Alex while checking up on Arissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir Alex, what just happened now? I was... and then she was... and they just..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's more like her mother than she will ever know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex carried his daughter out, followed by the young man. There were bodies everywhere. All with only a single cut, all at various vital points. He knew this handywork too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, stop dilly dallying and get into the car. Everyone else is already in", said Alex while putting Arissa into one of the Range Rovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did he do this alone?" Asked the young man as he got into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we came here, it was already like this", answered the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Multiple precision cuts in the heat of battle. It could only be the Captain of the Royal Knights, Alexander"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-3419983822948328282?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3419983822948328282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=3419983822948328282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/3419983822948328282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/3419983822948328282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/06/darker-side-of-control-father.html' title='The darker side of control - Father'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-1373392242011922821</id><published>2010-06-11T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T01:01:12.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='half assed'/><title type='text'>The darker side of control - Trees</title><content type='html'>"Are you sure this is the place? There's nothing here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera was right. They were in the middle of nowhere. The only thing that was around them were trees. Lots of tall, bushy trees, doing what they do best. Which is being trees, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sure that it's here. At least I think it is. Hey I think I know that tree. Oh wait it's just a tree", said Arissa trying to familiarize herself in the area she claimed that was just like the back of her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's face it. We're lost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No we aren't. That tree looks familiar. Or is it that one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arissa just seemed to be pointing at random trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it with your obsession with these trees. Were your parents dryads or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sure father wasn't, but mom on the other hand..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't take this anymore. If you point at any more trees I'm gonna break your finger off", said Meera while kicking a tree stump out of anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meera, nooooooo....." screamed Arissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Relax, I know. I broke my high heel. It's just a shoe. Sheesh, you are such a drama queen. I got spares in my car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No it's not that. I think you made the tree spirits angry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are such a..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera's words were interrupted by the sudden shaking of the tree behind her. Then the tree behind that one shook. Then the one behind that one. Soon. it seemed like the whole forest was shaking. Leaves fell everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, this would be beautiful if it wasn't foretelling our certain doom, hehe" giggled Arissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey stop kidding, you dryad. That's not funny. That's not even remotely funny. C'mon, lets get back into the car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tree branch fell right in front of Meera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey you should apologize to the tree spirits", Arissa said calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More branches fell around Meera. The branches landed right beside her, each of them barely missing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey why is this only happening to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like I said, you're the one that angered the tree spirits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, Ok, I'm sorry Mr tree spirit or whatever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arissa couldn't control herself anymore. She laughed so hard her eyes watered. Seeing the dumbfounded look on Meera's face only added fuel to the fire. Arissa tried to think of sad thoughts to suppress her laughter, and after seven or eight sad thoughts later, she finally managed to lower it down to a giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Relax, they're just hungry monkeys", said Arissa wiping the tears from her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since when were hungry monkeys any better than angry tree spirits?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm...Ruuuun!" Screamed Arissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkeys came down from the trees. In a matter of seconds, they were everywhere. They were all over the car. Arissa and Meera were trapped. A monkey came forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm, I think it's the leader."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arissa also moved forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you're so cute. C'mon, let me pet you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, that's not a kitty. Arissa, come back. It could be dangerous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey suddenly screeched and charged at Arissa. Arissa didn't move an inch. She just stared at the monkey. The monkey raised its paw getting ready for the finishing blow. It looked into Arissa's eyes, and suddenly...just stopped. It turned around and commanded the other monkeys to stand down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good boy..." Arissa said before fainting. Luckily she was caught by Meera who jumped towards her. The monkey turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, come on." said Meera, at her wits end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkeys were getting ready to charge, when three black Range Rovers appeared from out of nowhere. The monkeys scattered all over the place. A man came out of the main Range Rover and headed towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Better late then never, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-1373392242011922821?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1373392242011922821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=1373392242011922821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/1373392242011922821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/1373392242011922821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/06/darker-side-of-control-trees.html' title='The darker side of control - Trees'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-3607930992460431274</id><published>2010-06-08T22:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T00:09:08.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='half assed'/><title type='text'>The darker side of control - Prolouge</title><content type='html'>"Damn it. It's happening again. Why is he following me? I just looked at him for like 3 seconds, and now he's following me like a lost puppy. Why does this happen EVERY SINGLE TIME?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, shuffling through people in busy places was her specialty. She'd been caught in this type of situation too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I've lost him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened her compact and used the mirror to check her surroundings, another trick she learned from her estranged paranoid "military person" father. She didn't know and didn't quite care what her father actually did anyway, but the things he taught her did come in handy sometimes. The "puppy" was right on her tail. She shuffled through even more crowds, but he was still right behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reached the front door, made a call and waved towards someone. A 307 zoomed towards her. She went in, lowered the window and waited for the "puppy" to come. He looked so happy, almost running towards the car. Three more steps from the car, he stopped and continued trying to walk as manly as possible without looking too desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lets go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 307 zoomed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, you're a real lifesaver", she said to the driver while putting her shades on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the third time this month, you really are pushing your luck Arissa. I can't be there to save you every time this happens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh come on, can't I have a little fun? I didn't do it on purpose anyway. Anyways, I know you'll be there for me, Meera."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, can't say I didn't enjoy seeing the look on his face when we zoomed off though. Come on, lets go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence was broken by Misz Nina's "Watcha Waitin' For?". Arissa picked up her phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Meera. Can you take me to the base? He wants to see me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Him? Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something about my 21st birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean the time when "that" happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't know. Maybe he just misses me, hehe." Arissa said cheekily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arissa knew too well that it wasn't the case. She knew that what happened on that fateful day would eventually reach him, she just didn't expect it to be this soon. She just braved a smile, as she was going to face the person she called "father".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My smile can hide a thousand doubts. Maybe even yours."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-3607930992460431274?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3607930992460431274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=3607930992460431274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/3607930992460431274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/3607930992460431274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/06/darker-side-of-control-prolouge.html' title='The darker side of control - Prolouge'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-7022851631347072926</id><published>2010-05-09T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:01:11.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my road to glory?'/><title type='text'>Return of the crimson butterfly (or something like that)</title><content type='html'>KL. The most exciting place in Malaysia. Peh, orang cakap klo da dok KL gi tempat lain mst mati kutu punye klo dok tempat lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, that wasn't the case for me. Orang lain dengar je kne outstation gi KL seronok gile, but for me who had just returned from... eh, kne cte dari mule kot haha. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE 1&lt;br /&gt;My road to auditing begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, macam hari 1st tu smangat gile la kan, even got a haircut sume. Reached the office kol 7 am coz aya anta sebab malas nak drive. So sempat la gi wat bende2 yang patot. At around 7.30am, was getting bored to death so gi la carik office. Hmm, level 11, went up and got a little cuaks when I saw the sign, Ernst &amp;amp; Young. But got pissed when I couldn't enter sbb xde kad tap tap die. Waited for a while when FINALLY someone came and opened the door for me. That was one of the longest 10 minutes of my life (tying with psa and crg classes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the time to meet the HR manager yang seblom ni borak ngan En. Rashid je. Luckily, there were a few people already there. Another trainee, and some permanent staff. Pastu kene isi borang. S#it. I've never filled up my own forms before. Mesti orang lain yang tulisan lagi lawa. So, I was like blur gile tataw nak isi mane dulu. Name? Hmm ade bin ke xde bin? It was time to bring out the IC with the excuse that x hapal address sniri. Peh isi borang pon pressure macam jawap exam. Siap tiru lagi haha. If a person who designs forms made exam papers, I think it would be one of the toughest exam papers ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that ordeal was over, it was time for introductions. But auditors, being auditors, were not in the office. So the HR introduced us to the admin staff and the *shudder* partner. Luckily the partner was very friendly, and after a brief introduction we were brought to the common pool (the place of people who don't have their own desk). So just as I was about to settle down, someone came up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amir?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" I answered.&lt;br /&gt;"I already requested your laptop for you. Let's go" she said&lt;br /&gt;"(That was fast)" I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I knew it, after being waved off by the HR manager, I was going to "audit", and during that week I learned that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I never realized how stupid I was at doing real work. The difference between working and studying was as different as a double dutch ice cream is to pringles (although they both taste just as good)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-7022851631347072926?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7022851631347072926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=7022851631347072926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/7022851631347072926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/7022851631347072926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/05/return-of-crimson-butterfly-or.html' title='Return of the crimson butterfly (or something like that)'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-4179285065118336420</id><published>2009-09-20T10:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:53:46.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my not so exciting life'/><title type='text'>my demons have returned</title><content type='html'>The fasting month is finally over. It's time to relax and enjoy Raya as much as possible before returning to 3 weeks of the hell known as class right before facing the final exams without a study week. But before that, I'd just like to flash-back on some events that happened this fasting month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bizarre, oh bizarre&lt;br /&gt;Having been to section 7, 13 and 18's bizarres, I think the best one was section 18. I don't know why, coz it wasn't as big as Section 13's, and it was very crowded. Maybe it was because I went with my mama Anis. My favourite one will always be at Section 7 with the abang murtabak yang betul2 memahami maksud xmo bawang, the kueh seller that has 17 children and went through 7 years of perilous education without producing any results, and of course the roti john yang sedap itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eXuberance&lt;br /&gt;It was a very stressful 2 weeks for all of us (well mainly just for Paan, Ohm and Reen but I tried to help where I could), but finally after sleepless nights (again just Paan, Ohm and Reen) we (they, well I'd like to think we) produced an eXuberance that I could say that I was proud to be a part of. I think it'll make its debut at Pekan Syawal, so stay tuned. Well of course I couldn't talk about eXuberance without mentioning the journey to Puncak Perdana, which brings us to the next topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puncak Perdana&lt;br /&gt;It was a Thursday. After pestering Yana to go to my house (which was of course an adventure in its own right as we missed the junction once and almost missed it again. 3 navigators does not equal not getting lost) so that I could go get my shoes, (which I made a personal record of going up 4 floors, unlocking that damned grill, putting my shoes on, locking that damned grill and going down the same 4 floors all in 5 minutes on a fasting day) we finally started our journey to Puncak. We arrived full of spirit raring to go, but the Puncakies weren't even ready yet. I was a little nervous at first not knowing what to expect, but right at that moment I knew that I was "somewhat" at home. We took a lot of pictures where there were more pictures of us then there was of them, and returned right in time to receive our much awaited CRG 530 results (yes, xfail!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eXuberance pic day&lt;br /&gt;This was a fun one. Poor Mr blue car, getting "noda"ed like that. While the important people were busily dicussing how to get the best picture, I just spent most of my time taking pictures of myself jumping around like an idiot. The pics looked cool though. Ended the day breaking fast at padang kat dataran shah alam, with Yana, Meira and 2 mcD burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ei gatal la, banyak nyamuk."&lt;br /&gt;"Ko memang gatal" XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya Shoppin&lt;br /&gt;I got my sweater back and got myself some Adidas Jawpaws. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"30 days of suffering just to enjoy one day of utter freedom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life shouldn't be like that but it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya to all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stay noted for the open house edition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-4179285065118336420?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4179285065118336420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=4179285065118336420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/4179285065118336420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/4179285065118336420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-demons-have-returned.html' title='my demons have returned'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-5893361067316078009</id><published>2009-09-02T16:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:56:54.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my not so exciting life'/><title type='text'>go faster like a monkey that doesn't eat and withholds itself from all worldly desires</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of bad ways to start the fasting month, but having a common test at the beginning tops the list (especially if one of the tests wasn't really that common AIS *ehem**ehem*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-testy, testy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was the test, you ask? Well according to my mother's words "Nyampah tol kat Ame, asal tanye pasal test je mesti cakap susa gile. Dira pon same jee (well what can I say, she learned from the best)". I couldn't have put it better in my own words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the bizzare (how Huril spells it anyway :P) is a really enriching experience. The food there is well, food but in this month even thrash can sometimes smell like rendang (haha nampak sangat da xbetol da aritu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-theory of a faster-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is assumed that almost all the food at the bizarre is delicious because they each smell like a peace of heaven. And that assumption will carry on right until you take the second bite as again, the first bite you take after a hard day of fasting (consisting of sleeping, going online and watching cartoons) will taste like it was not made by a human. The second bite you take, however will reveal the true taste and that... (I guess I'll stop there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sisterhood-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke fast with my sister twice already (haha ayat gile bodo). The second time around I brought two of my favouritest people in the world Meo and NisaA (Dewa was outstation haha). Having them all together at one table showed me something. You know the saying 3 out of 4 of your friends are crazy? Well then if that's true, I guess I'm the normal one. Or was it 1 out of 4. I guess it doesn't matter as being crazy nowadays is a good thing. Normal is boring. Me? I'm just bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-human limits-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewa has been jogging twice while fasting, which is amazing. I can't even walk up the faculty stairs without getting exhausted. His motivation? No exercise, no food. WOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fasting month really brings out traits in people that you never thought existed before. The noisy become quiet, the active go into hibernation and people who looked busy before now look like they have nothing to do. But some things never change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sisters of a money lender-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed an AFTAS outing where I met Liyana's sisters (I don't remember their names...). It was just like any other AFTASy outing (not like I've been to much of those) but something one of her sisters asked her really made me think about the presence I bring upon other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Camne ko boleh tahan ngan die?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I wanna know the answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-5893361067316078009?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5893361067316078009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=5893361067316078009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/5893361067316078009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/5893361067316078009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/go-faster-like-monkey-that-doesnt-eat.html' title='go faster like a monkey that doesn&apos;t eat and withholds itself from all worldly desires'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-8369392558243836456</id><published>2009-07-25T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T09:49:42.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my not so exciting life'/><title type='text'>neverending night deserves neverending blog</title><content type='html'>Wednesday: A day of relaxation, where Ame has only 1 class in the morning and spends the rest of the day going somewhere to enjoy himself and ending it with a long2 nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday: A day that can't be symbolized by just 1 sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-early morning-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up like usual, remembered to bring the new tax textbook that Cik Yana borrowed from the lecturer (those things change every year, I just bought mine last semester and it's already outdated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-morning-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at UiTM, only to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;halaued&lt;/span&gt; by the pakrking guard to Padang Kawat. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malas nak layan&lt;/span&gt; so just went there and arrived at the cafe a little bit later than usual but still had time for breakfast. "Bersesak2" on the lift and arrived at class just in time... to see that all my favourite seats (the ones at the back) had been taken. So, looked at the seats in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, ade kosong lak sebla Nini, oh shit Meo da amek."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer was already in class, and I was still looking for a place to sit. Looked around for a while and saw an empty seat... right in front of the class beside Maza (Serteng, Serteng). So I had no choice but to sit there. Apparently sitting in front does give an impact on performance. That was one of my most productive classes ever, I even went in front and presented my answer on the whiteboard&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;To those who doubt this or just think I'm blatantly lying, there are pictures with Paan. Maybe I'll ask for them later) Will I ever sit in front again? If given a choice, no. I enjoy being lazy at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mid morning-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wey jomla wat tax"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I followed Cik Yana around looking for a place where we could do our "sort of" assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jom gi bilik AFTAS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room of the AFTAS committee, where the AFTAS committee reside when they have no classes whuu whuu. Well I didn't have time to be picky, so I just followed her. Spent the next 2 hours or so trying to find the answers while being bothered by some people looking for balls, forms and some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-afternoon-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to class, it was a Bel replacement class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wuu AFTAS gilee. Duduk bilik AFTAS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News travels fast here. Especially mine apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Diamla budak Rumah Bakti Jalan Ambar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This continued for the rest of the class, while poking Nadia with my car keys and listening to my classmates talking about stuff that had an impact on them. Lini talked about Lina, Cik Yana talked about... well something, Esah talked about her journey to greatness and I don't remember the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gi pinjam Prof nye Gold Card, le kite gi mlantak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parting words to Nisa while I tried to print my assignment at the Bel lab. Someone (I don't remember who) used the last piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aargh kertas da abes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Xpe, aku ade lagi 3 keping. Tapi untuk aku, Dila ngan Meo jela. Ko xde."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this had a large impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alaa Ame aku main2 jela. Jangan la merajok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-after class-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wey jom gi makan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Xle la aku nak gi Domino"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Camtu xnak la anta ko gi Padang Kawat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yelaa, aku gi sniri la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tengok majok lagi, emo gile ko"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much begging and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kate2 menyayat hati&lt;/span&gt;, finally Nazlin sent me to my car. Rushed home with Meo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teman&lt;/span&gt; him buy his lunch, and then waited for Nisa. Spent the next 3 hours or so eating and laughing at other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-start of the evening-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisa got a call from Esah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Esah ajak tengok movie, jomlaa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much more begging and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kate2 menyayat hati&lt;/span&gt;, I agreed to come along. Rushed upstairs, took a bath and rushed back down where Aimran was already waiting for me. Turned on his CD player and sang all the way to Paan's house. Picked up Paan and sang all the way to Esah's house. Esah said to be at her house before 5.30, and it was already nearing 6.00 so Aimran was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuak sikit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ish cakap 5 stenga, nape ko lak yang lembab" (haha Esah will probably kill me for this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carik kunci laa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started our journey to Aeon Tall Hill and suddenly got a call. Nadia's car was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agak sesat&lt;/span&gt; and they were asking Aimran for directions. Apparently everone who knew how to get there was in this car. Nadia started getting lost before even leaving Shah Alam (she missed the exit to the highway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bia betol Nisa tu cousin Reza Salleh. Nak jadi besfren baru die la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paan was really excited, as he was planning to see Reza Salleh at an event in Shah Alam on Saturday. Aimran was trying to join in, but he didn't have a clue who Reza Salleh was. I think I was choking to death with carbon monoxide because Aimran was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cucuk&lt;/span&gt;ing a lorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the evening-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived and were met by the people in Nadia's car in front of the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nisa, bia tol ko cousin Reza Salleh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That continued for quite a while, with Paan and Aimran trying to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mengenyeh&lt;/span&gt;2 with Nisa, it was amusing as Aimran still didn't know who Reza Salleh was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kite nak tengok wayang ape ni?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collectively, we've seen every movie that was being played. So, we compromised and decided on Skrip 7707 since Nisa said she slept though it halfway. Esah bought the tickets and we were on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tengok crite Mlayu ngan Nadia mesti suwey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as with all things in life, everyone deserves a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wey orang lain pegang tiket wayang, aku ni xbertanggongjawab"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi duit lebe ko leh pegang lak, Esah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-before the movie-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was at 9.20, so we had like 2 hours to kill. We started by going to the food court as Paan and Aimran hadn't eaten lunch yet. Esah decided to buy all the drinks as she was holding the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coke besar, 2 air tebu, 2 air gavawa, 2 air soya, 2 air oren"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was like that, Esah repeated it so many times while trying to remember our orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eei, meja ni bau telor. Jom pindah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mane le pindah, nanti kawen banyak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seronok pe kawen banyak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi meja lain pon bau telor gak. Mesti kain lap die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystery solved by Dila. After that we went window shopping, and Esah bought a necklace with a horse shaped pendant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yang lame nye putus mase menari time Pesawat nyanyi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only to regret it later as she saw a prettier one that was cheaper. Something everyone has experienced at least once in their life. Somehow between the shopping, the laughing and the walking we got split up into 2 groups. I was with Nisa, Aimran and Anis and Paan and Nadia was with the others. We decided to meet up at Jusco's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tempat main game&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jomla naik lif, cepat sikit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nak tekan butang mane?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Atas sekali la kan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we arrived at level 4 and the doors opened right into a dark floor with a metal door right in front of us. I screamed every obscenity I could think of, which made the others laugh their hearts out. Then we tried a lower floor and the door opened right into the parking lot. Finally we were at the arcade (if it could be called an arcade) and I decided to look at the toys section. I was about to arrive at the Ben 10 section when Nisa called me and said that the others were waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ko betol2 takot ke tadi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abes ko ingat aku menjerit saje2 ke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisa just smiled and we arrived at the arcade just in time to see Esah lose to Dila in a horse race. Maybe Esah just doesn't have enough luck when it comes to horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku menang ngan Aimran 8-3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they played the crocodile hitting game with 6 hands and 2 hammers. And still lost. Esah just doesn't have any luck when it comes to animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-9.20 pm-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the toilet before going into the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, nanti sume da kua kite nyorok dari Nazlin taw"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cpat2, nyorok. Lari"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wey, Paan mane?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha tu die cpat la nyorok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we wanted to run away, Nazlin already saw us. We shuffled the tickets to give a little suspence and entered the cinema... where there were people already sitting on our seats. Anis and Paan were already prepared to go into battle mode when  Dila realized something very important. The tickets were for the 7.20 movie. We were all confused. Almost everyone wanted to do the right thing and leave but nobody dared to. Then Nadia made the right choice. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skema badut gile&lt;/span&gt;. So Esah made a new plan. We would just sit in the front of the cinema, nobody sits there, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ingat taw, klo ade orang duduk sini cakap eh silap tempat la. Kite dok depan lagi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sat at like the third row from the front, waiting for the movie to start. Anis wanted to move a row to the back. Luckily we didn't as right before the movie started, some guys entered and sat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ame, meh aku pegang popcorn. Ko ni dala panakot nanti mesti terpelanting sume"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was right so i gave her the popcorn. Right in the middle of the movie, maybe a stray gust of wind entered the cinema, or a phone vibrated and the vibrations went straight to her hand (i could give a lot of other theories) suddenly all of the popcorn suddenly flew up into the air and landed on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ade popcorn lagi tak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ade 1 je lagi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she ate it. I couldn't put my feet on the floor as there was popcorn everywhere. The movie was OKish, Nadia, Esah and I were screaming like crazy, Paan was slightly scared and the others were just laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-after the movie-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gaya bersahaja yang melambangkan individualiti, tapi masih dalam keadaan berdiri tegak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esah was trying to show off her photo taking skills, which was very confusing. In the time it took Paan to take a whole album of photos, Esah was still hadn't taken the picture yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi gaye die da kalahkan professional photographer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to go home. I arrived at the front door only to discover that Dewa had locked it from the inside. Luckily he was still awake opened the door for me. Then Cik Yana called me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wey ko taw x resume untuk big 4 kne anta by sok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night might have ended, but my day wasn't over yet. Well, that's another story i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"horseshoes supposedly bring luck. Horses apparently don't"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-8369392558243836456?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8369392558243836456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=8369392558243836456' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/8369392558243836456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/8369392558243836456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/neverending-night-deserves-neverending.html' title='neverending night deserves neverending blog'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-4510872183656383572</id><published>2009-07-18T19:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:18:22.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my not so exciting life'/><title type='text'>some love no sex just magic whoo</title><content type='html'>I've made it a routine to go "berjalan-jalan" with my sister every friday afternoon. (although we've only succeed just once). SO, last Thursday I sent her a message reminding her. A while later, she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plit plit, plit plit (this is not my real sms tone)&lt;br /&gt;Esok kitorang nak g tgk heri pote. Ada one seat kosong. Nak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Harry Potter. Harryyyy Potterrrrrrrrrr. On a Friday afternoon. I didn't 'get' Harry Potter. I knew that it was a worldwide phenomenon or something like that, but I've never really learned to appreciate it. Well there's a first time for everything, I thought to myself. But that first time is not right now. So i declined politely. Then, she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alaa, Dira blanje tiket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This changed everything. Combined with her constant "abang gi an?"s and "jomla gi"s, and the fact that I didn't have to pay for anything, it'd be stupid if I didn't go. Or so I thought. But I didn't say anything conclusive yet, just that I'd go if i had nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning passed uneventfully. Oh yeah something did happen, but that's another story. The only noteworthy event worth mentioning was Ceti "bisenging" about how I was going alone, and not even asking her if she wanted to come. Classes finally ended and as I was leaving UiTM alone, when my sis sent me another message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ada kwn abg nak ikut tak? Hehe. Another empty seat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it she didn't fall for the 'if I didn't have other plans' escape. Of course she already knew I didn't have anything else to do, who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she assumed that I was going, I had no other choice but to find someone else. Hmm, Meo was out for lunch and I didn't know if he had other plans for the day. So although Ceti wasn't serious about her offer, she was the first person that I could think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alaa, malu la ngan adik ko :P"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That left me back to square one. Haha, if I was in her shoes, I'd say no too. I had no one else to turn to, so I turned to the ever faithful NisaA. Being the ever faithful NisaA, she agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called my sis to confirm that she did, infact, have 1 extra ticket. It turns out her friend had to bail out at the last minute because of a replacement class on Friday afternoon. Well who ever you are, my condolences to you. We've all been there, some much more frequently than others. Then, she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alaa, xde teksi lak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was common knowledge that there were next to no taxis at this time since most, if not all taxi drivers were male. So, being the awesome brother that I am, I picked her up and sent her to King's hill Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour passed, and after the Friday prayer NisaA came and picked me up. We arrived at King's Hill and realized that it was just 2.30 and the movie started at 3.45. So we walked, walked, sat down, and walked some more. For an hour. Then we met up my sis and her motley crew and entered the cinema. After brief introductions "Name die Nisa" "Hai Nisa", NisaA thought she saw someone familiar. As soon as she muttered that person's name, that person turned around. Maryam. Of all the people, all the places bla bla bla... Of course, the first thing that came out of her mouth was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Korang berdue je ke?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh xla, tu my sis"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could guess that Maryam was a Harry Potter fan. This was just fanning the flames of my Harry Potter unenthusiasm. So I guessed another brief introduction was in order,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Name die Maryam" "Hai Maryam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized that Maryam had something that we didn't have. Drinks. And popcorn. So my sis went to buy some, and the movie started. Ooo such a mystical opening. So this is Harry Potter, I thought to myself. Then the movie started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wei Nisa, aku xpaham"&lt;br /&gt;"Aku pon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt like I wanted to pee. But I decided to hold it in as not to miss and important plot events (not that I could tell if they were important or not), so then the movie ended. Oh false alarm. 2 hours passed, and I was bored to death. Trying not to fall asleep, while making sure that NisaA didn't fall asleep, while "menahan kencing" felt easy compared to the challenge of trying to understand the Movie that was Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie finally ended, and I left with a headache. It'd been such a long time since I came here, I forgot that the air condition was unforgiving. So I sent my sis back, had dinner and slept for 14 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings towards Harry Potter haven't changed. I did learn a few things, however:&lt;br /&gt;- magic cupboards can eat apples.&lt;br /&gt;- Dumbledore's beard is very long&lt;br /&gt;- Wizards and witches have never gone to the dentist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scene in the movie did make me scream like a little girl, so it wasn't a total loss.&lt;br /&gt;My sister's parting words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"minggu depan nak gi tengok ape lak"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They say that it's not the where or the what that matters, it's who you do it with. Well, if I was watching Harry Potter with Emma Watson, I guess I could learn to enjoy it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-4510872183656383572?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4510872183656383572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=4510872183656383572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/4510872183656383572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/4510872183656383572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-love-no-sex-just-magic-whoo.html' title='some love no sex just magic whoo'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-8910127004819012095</id><published>2009-07-15T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:49:20.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over complicated</title><content type='html'>Water : the element that brings life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintainence :the element that brings water to my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a call from Romeo 2 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;"wei justice paip kite kne kunci doh"&lt;br /&gt;"abes cane nak mandi wei?"&lt;br /&gt;"die xtutop abes la le pakai lagi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I returned to Shah Alam not knowing what to expect. It wasn't as bad as I expected, however. The water was still running, albeit slower than usual. But it was still "running", unlike someone elses house when their pipe got locked *ehem* *ehem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was entertaining for a couple of days, with all the screaming&lt;br /&gt;"wei justice tutop air, aku nak isi cerek"&lt;br /&gt;"wei tutop air, aku nak basoh tangan jap"&lt;br /&gt;Well you see, the water was barely there so we couldn't turn on both taps at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we decided we had enough of the "pipe sharing" so we Dewa made a call to the owner, expecting to find someone that we could blame. Her reaction,&lt;br /&gt;"kepale bapak die, aku da bayar da"&lt;br /&gt;That left us even more confused than before. So, we looked at both of the maintainence bills. Wait, there were 2? Yeah, and both of them were addressed to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next relevant step was to go see the owner to find out why we had 2 bills. We went to sek 10 and got lost on the way.&lt;br /&gt;"mane jalan sari eh?"&lt;br /&gt;"tataw, tu jalan teluk belanga, so mst la dekat2 sini gak"&lt;br /&gt;"eh, ni jalan cekak musang, mane die ni..."&lt;br /&gt;Then we found it, but we didn't find the house. After wandering around aimlessly for a while, we finally called the owner and asked for directions. We discussed it and it was decided that we would go to PKNS ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rainy Wednesday morning. After class, we began our journey. We "hereted" a person "yang cukup bepengalaman ngan bab2 paip kene kunci ni". Lets just say for safety reasons, I won't mention her name. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;"Die kat tingkat 5 doh"&lt;br /&gt;So, with Dewa's instructions we went to PKNS in the hope of reclaiming the water that was rightfully ours. We arrived and went on the lift.&lt;br /&gt;"Eh nape sampai tingkat 4 je, bia tol?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tataw, agaknye maksod Dewa tingkat atas skali kot."&lt;br /&gt;So we pressed level 4, and when the door opened, we tried to walk out confidently... to the rooftop. So, I called Dewa again,&lt;br /&gt;"Wei bodo, PKNS manede tingkat 5, die sampai tingkat 4 jee"&lt;br /&gt;"Klo camtu tingkat 4 laa"&lt;br /&gt;"Tingkat 4 rooftop la bangang"&lt;br /&gt;We asked for directions at the information counter, or in Meo's words "pusat pertanyaan". It was in level 2. We went to the maze called level 2, and wandered around until we realized that all offices looked exactly the same. So, we asked for directions. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;"Hujung sekali, belah kiri"&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to believe that helpful man but judging from what happened before, I was "redha" if there was no left turn at the end of the hall. Luckily there was, so Meo and I went into the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave the officer our 2+1 bills (one of them was with a receipt, ALSO having our address) and he was just as confused as we were. We were there for quite a while. He checked the bills, rechecked them and made some calls but in the end he was STILL just as confused as we were. Then he made a call, and said that he would unlock our pipe first and we would only have to pay after we knew which bill belonged to our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned home, hoping to find an unlocked pipe. Yeah, no more "pipe sharing". Well judging from the how the day had gone by, I think you can guess if our pipe has been unlocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"why am i not suprised?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would love to just blame this on somebody, but everyone we needed to deal with was really nice. So, I can just hope that this get settled soon. But hey, at least the water's still running, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-8910127004819012095?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8910127004819012095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=8910127004819012095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/8910127004819012095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/8910127004819012095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/over-complicated.html' title='over complicated'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-2896910022660526884</id><published>2009-06-25T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:34:58.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my not so exciting life'/><title type='text'>2 weeks left</title><content type='html'>10 days to be exact, damn thought it would be longer than that. Had to count the days on the calender 1 by 1, my brain doesn't seem to work during the holidays (and I like it that way). Hmm seem to have lost my muse ever since results came out, oh well. Just thought I'd share some things that have I've been thinking of these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H1N1 outbreak in Shah Alam&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know if can be called an outbreak yet, but after reading the newspapers, asking the ever knowledgable Paan and viewing Fateha's facebook wall post, it seems that it's getting quite serious there. Just hope that it will be over soon, as getting free holidays is always fun but not under these circumstances. Holiday because of epidemic = not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practical Training (or internship or whatever)&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't done anything yet, I know that they say UiTM does everything but feel guilty for not preparing for everything. Oh well as long as my lazyness&gt;guilt, I'll just leave it to UiTM then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration woes&lt;br /&gt;Well don't wanna say to much about that as I can't do anything about it, I just hope everything will straighten out soon. Too many sudden changes + problematic registration = total confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New parking system in UiTM&lt;br /&gt;Well we'll just see how that works. Just hope they have enough busses, or something. I don't know, guess I'll just have to see it for myself and prey to God that it doesn't crumble immediately. Lack of planning = total chaos. At least I'll have a valid excuse for coming late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think thats all I can remember. I think I'll go back to listening to 6ixth Sense Cinta Yang Sempurna now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;This world is just getting to chaotic, can someone please take me away, even if it's just for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-2896910022660526884?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2896910022660526884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=2896910022660526884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/2896910022660526884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/2896910022660526884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-weeks-left.html' title='2 weeks left'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-695848366694743986</id><published>2009-06-19T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:37:53.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my not so exciting life'/><title type='text'>reading</title><content type='html'>A BOOK&lt;br /&gt;For some it's a gateway to another world, where the only thing needed is imagination&lt;br /&gt;For me it's just something that proves it's worth at exam time, reminding me why I would forgo (I've always wanted to use that word) other important stuff like video games and other fun stuff. Other than that specific moment, it's just a paperweight or something I use to crush cockroaches with.&lt;br /&gt;But starting from right now-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, that is all gonna change. I hope it is anyway. I will try to take a book, without the intention to kill any cockroaches or to weight any paper, and try to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT LOOKS SO BORING&lt;br /&gt;That's just the cover. Once you open the book, you will be immersed in a world so wonderful and spectacular, you won't want to leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE TURNED A PAGE, NOTHING'S HAPPENING&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're just not turning it hard enough. Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE THE PROBLEM ISN'T ME, IT'S THE BOOK&lt;br /&gt;I love using stupid excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the first attempt was a failure, but as they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"niat tu yang penting"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right? This is not over, I will read a book. Just not right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-695848366694743986?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/695848366694743986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=695848366694743986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/695848366694743986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/695848366694743986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/reading.html' title='reading'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-1341553620567072562</id><published>2009-06-16T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:05:15.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my not so exciting life'/><title type='text'>things to do</title><content type='html'>So many things to do, yet I still don't feel like doing anything for the time being. I'm trying to remember what I need to do but nothing's coming to mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;If I don't remember something, it's probably not that important anyway right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-1341553620567072562?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1341553620567072562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=1341553620567072562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/1341553620567072562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/1341553620567072562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-to-do.html' title='things to do'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-4937910370827450088</id><published>2009-06-14T00:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:43:44.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='because I was bored'/><title type='text'>letter of the day = A</title><content type='html'>A is for Amir Hamzah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name my parents gave me, I should have ended up with a different name because my parents wanted their eldest to be a boy. But fate had other plans and my mother gave birth to a baby girl which was my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was me. Because their firstborn was a girl, this time they wanted a boy. And it seems they succeeded but something must have went wrong and their original plan and the contingency plan must have been mixed up because according to facebook , I'm 52% female and 48% male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to the next letter then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-4937910370827450088?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4937910370827450088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=4937910370827450088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/4937910370827450088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/4937910370827450088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/letter-of-day.html' title='letter of the day = A'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-4143842723807745331</id><published>2009-06-11T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:00:09.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my side'/><title type='text'>sleep tonight</title><content type='html'>some say everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how bad you feel&lt;br /&gt;no matter what you lose&lt;br /&gt;no matter how the world screws you over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something good will always come out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe not today&lt;br /&gt;maybe not tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;maybe not even in this lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just for tonight I'll believe what they said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-4143842723807745331?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4143842723807745331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=4143842723807745331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/4143842723807745331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/4143842723807745331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleep-tonight.html' title='sleep tonight'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-5422415158949175922</id><published>2009-06-11T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:49:15.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my not so exciting life'/><title type='text'>you're so hot I just can't take my eyes of you</title><content type='html'>You just keep getting hotter&lt;br /&gt;At first you were just lukewarm&lt;br /&gt;I could still close my eyes or look away&lt;br /&gt;But now no matter where I look&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You've just become too hot to ignore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to be cool&lt;br /&gt;but you just heat me back up again&lt;br /&gt;I've tried being more presentable&lt;br /&gt;With those 4 baths I've been having each day&lt;br /&gt;But whenever I'm near you its still the same&lt;br /&gt;You're just too hot to handle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're here I get dizzy&lt;br /&gt;You're just so persistent you make me queasy&lt;br /&gt;I can't get to sleep because you're always near me&lt;br /&gt;If you don't go away, then I'll go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;...crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I just need someone to sing me a lullaby. Any volunteers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-5422415158949175922?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5422415158949175922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=5422415158949175922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/5422415158949175922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/5422415158949175922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-so-hot-i-just-cant-take-my-eyes.html' title='you&apos;re so hot I just can&apos;t take my eyes of you'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-5048834713975706861</id><published>2009-06-10T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:33:20.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my not so exciting life'/><title type='text'>buta seni</title><content type='html'>I am not a creative person and I get jealous easily. After looking and admiring other bloggers' playgrounds, I decided that I wanted my own. A place that I could be proud of. A place I could truly call my playground. This, however posed 2 problems:&lt;br /&gt;1. Like I said, I am not a creative person. I tried to design my own title bar but failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;2. My jealousy is very persistent and does not die easily. Despite failing miserably, I still wanted what other bloggers had. So I followed this ever useful piece of advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET HELP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the only person I could count on who was in my IM list: Paan (or commercially known as farhannazmey visual arts).Paan showed me some random stuff and I liked his style. So then I chose a theme which would challenge the very foundations of manliness itself (at least mine, anyway): a crimson/red butterfly. Paan had a very difficult task ahead of him, how to make a butterfly not look gay. And it looks like he succeeded. Kudos and thank you Paan for saving the bare shreds of manliness I have left and giving me the title bar I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHAT ABOUT THE LAYOUT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the next problem. The broken heart layout sadly didn't fit properly with the title, so it was time to look for a new one. So, who better to assist me in choosing a layout then someone who would make me secondguess my every choice: NisaA. After several ewwws, gay gles and xlawaa we finally found a layout we could agree upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE COLOURS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the colour scheme. Another headache that I just couldn't handle after the time spent choosing the layout. So after a nights rest, I came back with my creative battery fully recharged and used every single amount of creativity I had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY THANKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the people who assisted me in making my blogspot. Without you guys, this would still be possible but it would have taken a whole lot more time and wouldn't have turned out as great as this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-5048834713975706861?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5048834713975706861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=5048834713975706861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/5048834713975706861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/5048834713975706861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/buta-seni.html' title='buta seni'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-4892670681904191181</id><published>2009-06-06T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:59:35.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my not so exciting life'/><title type='text'>chaotic cycle of asses and changing</title><content type='html'>I complain A LOT when people act like asses&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel like I'm better then them&lt;br /&gt;But the more I complain&lt;br /&gt;The more I feel like an ass&lt;br /&gt;So I stop complaining about other asses for a second or so&lt;br /&gt;And I contemplate about how I'm such an ass&lt;br /&gt;Then I try to be less of an ass&lt;br /&gt;So I can complain about other asses again&lt;br /&gt;And I complain A LOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am ever-changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where you seek perfection, I seek improvement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-4892670681904191181?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4892670681904191181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=4892670681904191181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/4892670681904191181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/4892670681904191181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/chaotic-cycle-of-asses-and-changing.html' title='chaotic cycle of asses and changing'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-3739869055641823611</id><published>2009-06-04T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:33:02.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my side'/><title type='text'>Do I Hate You?</title><content type='html'>Why does everything always have to be about you?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm selfish for feeling this,&lt;br /&gt;but EVERY SINGLE TIME I hear it,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to rip my heart out,&lt;br /&gt;As it makes me feel that you're more important than me.&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside, I know it's true.&lt;br /&gt;You are, and I accept that. At least I'm trying to, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've always been the sun among the stars...&lt;br /&gt;The rose among the thorns...&lt;br /&gt;The diamond in the rough...&lt;br /&gt;Although in some ways I'm better than you...&lt;br /&gt;In most ways you're so much better than me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold a candle to you&lt;br /&gt;But I'll still hold one anyway&lt;br /&gt;And I hope I'll be the light&lt;br /&gt;That guides you on your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bond is unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;We'll be together forever&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what happens&lt;br /&gt;My answer will always be NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-3739869055641823611?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3739869055641823611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=3739869055641823611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/3739869055641823611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/3739869055641823611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-i-hate-you.html' title='Do I Hate You?'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-2736813252327667551</id><published>2009-05-31T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:30:13.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>innocent eyes</title><content type='html'>you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;to a whole new world&lt;br /&gt;a world covered in lies&lt;br /&gt;those lies will hurt you my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't think with your heart&lt;br /&gt;don't judge with your mind&lt;br /&gt;your decisions are yours&lt;br /&gt;as this life is your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people know better&lt;br /&gt;some people do not&lt;br /&gt;learn when to listen&lt;br /&gt;else you'll be lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to protect you&lt;br /&gt;from the lies of this world&lt;br /&gt;but I won't always be there&lt;br /&gt;so till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take care of yourself my little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-2736813252327667551?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2736813252327667551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=2736813252327667551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/2736813252327667551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/2736813252327667551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/innocent-eyes.html' title='innocent eyes'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-5085777781796606726</id><published>2009-05-28T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:56:01.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>loneliness</title><content type='html'>there are...&lt;br /&gt;6.9 billion people on Earth&lt;br /&gt;4 billion people in Asia&lt;br /&gt;26 million people in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;...then why do I feel so alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They say that somewhere in the world, someone is feeling exactly the way I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There may be 6.9 billion people in this world, but there's just 1 ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-5085777781796606726?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5085777781796606726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=5085777781796606726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/5085777781796606726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/5085777781796606726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/loneliness.html' title='loneliness'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-7652955371614666760</id><published>2009-05-27T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T02:25:33.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my not so exciting life'/><title type='text'>under construction</title><content type='html'>still looking for a suitable pic to put in the title bar...&lt;br /&gt;any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-7652955371614666760?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7652955371614666760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=7652955371614666760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/7652955371614666760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/7652955371614666760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/under-construction.html' title='under construction'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-5730088798762738207</id><published>2009-05-26T00:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:13:54.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my side'/><title type='text'>CIMA synergy through my eyes</title><content type='html'>NOTE: This is just an opinion, if you don't agree it doesn't matter. This is my story. Read with a grain of salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, we didn't make it to the next round. In fact none of the IPTA groups made it to the finals. The 4 groups chosen were all IPTS', which wasn't a surprise really but it was kind of disappointing to see the difference in standards between us. Combined with the fact that we were already overworked, horrendously under prepared and facing something that was completely new to us, well that just spelled disaster from the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with an invite from Afiq. Oh, this might be interesting i thought to myself. So, we formed what would later be named Synergy to tackle this challenge head on. We were all fired up and ready, until the first meeting with the lecturer. Apparently, a university could only send 2 teams but 3 invites were sent. She of course suggested team combination, and of course my ego couldn't accept it so it was decided on a first come first serve basis. (Apparently we were first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got the case study. 7 +7 pages of words, tables and figures. The task was simple : prepare a 2000 word report. But the question that still remains a mystery to me is "Where do we start?". Not knowing the answer, we just tried to do what we could and the only thing we could to was try to extract information from the 14 pages which was, well easy. Trying to interpret the information was almost impossible as we didn't even know what we were supposed to do. Discussion time was also limited because of clashing timetables and 'other' obligations (my favourite excuse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several meetings later (where progress in each meeting was minimal if not non-existent), we met with the lecturer who gave us the format for our report. It seemed simple enough in theory but the problem came when we tried to prepare it, as the information which we thought was significant wasn't regarded as so by the lecturer. This was confusing. So we sat down and repeated what we did in the first meeting but this time there were 7 more pages of "useful" information. 21 pages later, still nothing. Merol, Afiq and Fara tried their best but with every new answer we got, 2 new questions arose and the 2 questions made the answer irrelevant. Especially when my favourite question was "what the hell are we supposed to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we saw the reason for our cluelessness. The case study was under the topic Strategic Management Accounting and it seems that we haven't reached that far in the syllabus. So when the time came, it seemed like the ray of hope we so much needed. However with that ray of hope came other problems. It was the final 2 weeks and the tests, quizzes and assignments were piling up. Afiq, Merol and Fara still tried to complete the report, but between the tests and assignments I was already maxed out and didn't want to spend my precious free time to do the report. Yes I was selfish, no excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when 3 people did the work of 4. Afiq, Merol and Fara sacrificed a lot to complete the report while I spent my free time lazing around. It's a pity Synergy didn't get into the next round, but under better circumstances I'm sure you guys would've gotten far. Thanks for being patient with me, especially since I was an unbearable asshole when nearing the due date. For what it's worth, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There were 3 group members in Synergy, and then there was me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-5730088798762738207?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5730088798762738207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=5730088798762738207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/5730088798762738207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/5730088798762738207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/cima-synergy-through-my-eyes.html' title='CIMA synergy through my eyes'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-2516604362663811648</id><published>2009-05-22T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T01:35:55.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>without a sun</title><content type='html'>I was the one who chased my sun away&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm living in darkness&lt;br /&gt;Why am I the only one suffering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the sun shines for all&lt;br /&gt;When they said that&lt;br /&gt;I guess they forgot about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-2516604362663811648?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2516604362663811648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=2516604362663811648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/2516604362663811648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/2516604362663811648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/without-sun.html' title='without a sun'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-2643370403899361566</id><published>2009-05-18T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T02:25:08.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my not so exciting life'/><title type='text'>Holiday week 1</title><content type='html'>A week has passed&lt;br /&gt;Hmm so lets see what I did this past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 9th May:&lt;br /&gt;Drove back home after watching Ben 10. Uneventful drive, tapi macam byase la jam kat Sremban. Arrived home over 3 hours later and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kacau my adik yang nak gi metrik&lt;/span&gt; on Monday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh sdey orang baru balik die da nak blah da&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 10th May:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up quite earlyish, probably coz I was still in studying mode and not in holiday mode. Went to Holiday Plaza to repair my phone (still under warranty, yeah) and the amoi said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kene anta kat agent, so biasenye 2 minggu"&lt;/span&gt; So that meant Dira couldn't borrow the crimson butterfly (yes, I like giving weird names to my stuff), so she was stuck with the once revolutionary, now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fon baling anjing&lt;/span&gt; : the nokia 3310.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 11th May:&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wake up in time to join &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angkatan menghantar Dira ke metrik&lt;/span&gt;, so went back to sleep and woke up in the afternoon hungry so had to wait for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mak to balik&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tula, sape soh xreti masak&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naseb baek mak balik pastu ade makanan&lt;/span&gt; and I don't remember anything after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 16th May:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah now my holidays have started. It's been 2 days since I manually switched off my 7.30 am alarm, my bedtime is now 4ish in the morning and I realize when ASTRO is showing a repeat. Today however, I had 2 really important dates which I couldn't miss. Ben 10 and Power Rangers. So I set 2 alarms for the day, and with sheer willpower I got up just in time to watch both shows. Using my 'sheer willpower' came at a high price however, i went ot sleep with a headache and slept through Sunday, missing Spongebob, breakfast/lunch and Top Gear. Such a high opportunity cost. Oh well, as they say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nak wat canee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-2643370403899361566?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2643370403899361566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=2643370403899361566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/2643370403899361566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/2643370403899361566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/holiday-week-1.html' title='Holiday week 1'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756109159540535108.post-6896282331991614057</id><published>2009-05-17T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:47:37.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Seeing Shadows</title><content type='html'>I still see you when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're still in the depths of my weak mind&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to forget you but you stick like glue&lt;br /&gt;How can I throw you out of my mind when my heart doesn't want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who burned this bridge&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still the one that's standing here&lt;br /&gt;You look at me with your empty stare&lt;br /&gt;It kills me when I realize that I'm nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that my words are all just lies&lt;br /&gt;When I swear its the truth it does nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;Are my words really that worthless&lt;br /&gt;Or are you afraid to admit that you're in denial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2756109159540535108-6896282331991614057?l=justicechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6896282331991614057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2756109159540535108&amp;postID=6896282331991614057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/6896282331991614057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2756109159540535108/posts/default/6896282331991614057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justicechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/seeing-shadows.html' title='Seeing Shadows'/><author><name>amir hamzah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07142046127200260595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iDoJrypJdPg/SkMlGhLYBoI/AAAAAAAAADM/mqr4zZ_H63Y/S220/DSC01327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
