<?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-10007902</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:37:02.020+08:00</updated><category term='you got no idea do you?'/><title type='text'>"As i stood solid without a sound...."</title><subtitle type='html'>::"Reyza's dreams...::
***As i stood on the stage,gazing to the crowd standing and applausing me, a deep sense of satisfaction and a deep rush of adrenaline gushed thru my veins...overwhelming me....................

and then i realise...its the best feeling in the world....and this is what i've been striving for..***</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-6662071527874130674</id><published>2009-02-15T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:53:30.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the media and us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it's gonna be the cause of the RISE and FALL for all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;if u dont get what i mean. look at your surroundings..look at the society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;most importantly, look at yourself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and if you still dont get it, well...look DEEPER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and REFLECT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;they are the main source of worldly pleasures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;DESIRING what the MEDIA portrays.  BELIEVING what the MEDIA portrays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;we have all fallen into that trap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the question is, " do we REALISE what's happening to us or to this world because of it? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i know i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i AM a hypocrite in this HYPOCRISY. which is a GOOD thing, if you really really think about it and if you get the whole point of this post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now does anyone out there share the same thoughts as me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-6662071527874130674?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6662071527874130674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=6662071527874130674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6662071527874130674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6662071527874130674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/media-and-us.html' title=''/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-775443075555420083</id><published>2009-02-12T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:17:30.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind-control.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Because i know, for what its worth,..something is wrong with this world. something is terribly wrong with it.  I knew it.  Just that the reason behind it was blurry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;BUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;NOW i know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and i'm terribly worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;VERY worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Because the truth that we think it is....aint what it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;God Help Us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SubhanAllah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"Those who stand for nothing.. will fall for anything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-775443075555420083?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/775443075555420083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=775443075555420083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/775443075555420083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/775443075555420083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/mind-control.html' title='Mind-control.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-5538133389598845055</id><published>2009-01-18T03:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T04:00:09.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" theres so much that i must do.. to live my dreams for you..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;untuk ayah dan ibu. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;salaams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-5538133389598845055?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5538133389598845055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=5538133389598845055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/5538133389598845055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/5538133389598845055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-so-much-that-i-must-do.html' title=''/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-2109929844114325494</id><published>2009-01-13T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:12:22.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>directions of music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;gotta change this blogskin soon. bored of it. black and shades of grey. sick of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouh here's a video for a change. too much words makes us go blind. so here it is, e last gig for the band called MadHatter. yea.but hey. i think everyone will remember us as the band who played music entirely not our age.haha. we've been labelled singapore's Jamiroquai after Powerjam finals. and i had people call us that dozens of times... but heck, i find it as an honour.  until we find a keyboardist. and a guitarist for the band...we'll be taking a short break. we'll be back with new material, new sessionists.. and maybe a brass section too. if we can find them and if things go our way...hopefully. insyaAllah. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;until then, we'll be polishing our soul. funk. disco. rock and...adding a fresh taste of Motown and old school R&amp;amp;B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last gig currently, but we managed to go into the break...with dancers for our last gig! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks SDZ! to Mel or MEOW, Hanafi and Sha! Mel and me had e same thoughts.., " why didnt we think of it much much earlier...?!!". hahaha. and i gotta polish up my vocals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-____-''''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bm1FtPwSy50&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bm1FtPwSy50&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-2109929844114325494?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2109929844114325494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=2109929844114325494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/2109929844114325494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/2109929844114325494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/directions-of-music.html' title='directions of music'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-8761833163558209084</id><published>2009-01-10T05:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:17:27.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MadHatter.</title><content type='html'>i can't sleep. for the past 3 hours i've been tossing and turning on my mattress. and i guess it's getting into me after avoiding reality for sometime.... that later on might be the last of Madhatter.last.might be.  and like a film going on in my mind. the memories. the fun. the music. e competitions. the gigs. for the past year, not a lot, not that long. but we have achieved so much...so much, that it's hard to take in, that MadHatter might be dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i decided to join the band, i was noone. tryna search an identity of my own in music. i had no idea about the music that we dwell in. no idea. i was the last resort for a vocalist that they are finding for Yamaha Asian Beat band competition... and i tried my best to adapt.and it came as a total surprise that i managed to get the best vocalist award for that competition. the youngest in the competition, the most inexperienced out of all the other bands..now somehow, i became hooked onto it. the music. the soul. the funk. the groove. the MadHatter sound. who dares to be different. that normal listeners would find it hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i began writing songs for e band. with a simple pen and paper and a guitar. and every tune and idea, the band has managed to turn it into a professional sounding original. i have a few songs still in my mind. but i am not sure if it's all matters now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music and the times with the band has made me found another side of myself.a side of myself that i appreciate. i have learnt a lot from the times with MadHatter. and truthfully it has been a milestone being with the band because i evolved musically and vocally with the band.  MadHatter became a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have already known us for our signature sound. people have known me to be the crazy dancing prancing vocalist of madhatter too. and i had high hopes for the band, because of the achievements and the support we had for the 15mths that we've been together. i had fun. and i know e rest does too. but i guess...people change. and well. tension raised, commitment issues cropped up. sad, but thats reality... if only we could take time to think about what we went thru e last 15mths as a band..and figure out a way to resolve the issues, compromise our musical minds and work somethin up...if only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after today, Madhatter's gonna be handicapped. Madhatter's only me, the groove and the beat. vocalist. bassist and drummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-8761833163558209084?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8761833163558209084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=8761833163558209084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8761833163558209084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8761833163558209084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/madhatter.html' title='MadHatter.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-6777915161473550596</id><published>2008-12-29T09:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:31:17.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST LAP</title><content type='html'>trappedinathingcalledlife. haha&lt;br /&gt;the more i think of it, the more it makes sense. life. just plain ridiculous at times. just plain boring at times. just plain dope at times. its the last term of my poly life. the last lap. ahhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried but hey, what e heck. i've gone this far. and i survived with no official music background. amazing, come to think of it. i had no regrets whatsoever. after so looooong of searching and discovering, i finally can say, i found something i can do best. heh. the best 3 years of my life. well minus those unnecessary crap. that RECENTLY happened. and those in e past.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. MADHATTER will be hitting the stage again this wednesday's lunchshow. at Moberly's Amphitheatre 12pm. we're INVITED to play for the last lunchshow of the year. COOLshit. haha. and Irsyad, Jeff, Pravin and Bah will play too. they are called STEREOSHOCK. sounds like fun, madhatter and stereoshock playing alongside each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADHATTER will be playing alongside, PLAIN SUNSET, A VACANT AFFAIR and KINGKONG JANE, on the 10 JAN at SP's auditorium 1pm onwards. Huge Local bands of singapore.  Its SP's Open House, in conjunction with Mediacorp's Live and Loaded publicity gig. Some dancers are going to collaborate with us...it'll be cool.. lets see if this works out! *kening naik-naik*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to these gigs. bcos life has been such a drag lately. due to assignments and assignments... haha. but what do you expect, its the LAST LAP!haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-6777915161473550596?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6777915161473550596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=6777915161473550596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6777915161473550596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6777915161473550596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-lap.html' title='LAST LAP'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-8152573994350632836</id><published>2008-12-25T07:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T08:07:32.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuzzy wuzzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went for the SSP outing at Abd's sis house. tonnes of food. no parental control. no limits. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kecooohhh! da macam party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i can't believe i spend almost 2 hours figuring out mind games. seriously. mind games. u know e kinds like fuzzy wuzzy.. bang bang and shit. damn. hahaha. seriously. thats what happens when there's no plans at 4 in the morning.. i almost burst my brains.. bingeeett. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ouhh and i know ppl have been reading my blog and NOT tagging. sape2 terasa tu..rasa la eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and i LOVE the fact that i have another blog. but NOONE knows. try searching for it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now that's a mystery. *kening naik-naik*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this blog will just be written from the surface. go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-8152573994350632836?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8152573994350632836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=8152573994350632836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8152573994350632836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8152573994350632836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/fuzzy-wuzzy.html' title='fuzzy wuzzy'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-6850056838847182278</id><published>2008-12-23T22:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:07:31.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Independent</title><content type='html'>well.&lt;div&gt;just a song that everyone can understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne Yo's Miss Independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought it was another typical song. but hey, when i think about the lyrics. makes perfect sense. it starts to hook me in. so here's a song which is a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;typical &lt;/span&gt;radio-friendly song. about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-typical women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now guys, would u fall for someone who'd cling to you like a ragdoll? or someone who can deal with her own stuff?someone independent and strong. who knows the right from wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone who'd say, "don't worry i got it." BUT really mean it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that's somethin' special. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/10007902-6850056838847182278?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6850056838847182278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=6850056838847182278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6850056838847182278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6850056838847182278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/miss-independent.html' title='Miss Independent'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-1059172504993991947</id><published>2008-12-13T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:36:22.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sword in our mouths.</title><content type='html'>i believe,&lt;div&gt;we'll look much more attractive, if we just keep our mouth shut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have you ever been in a situation when u thought someone was beautiful..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well...until they start talking that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then you start to get turned off by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just disgusting sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just went thru it. urgghh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-1059172504993991947?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1059172504993991947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=1059172504993991947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/1059172504993991947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/1059172504993991947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/sword-in-our-mouths.html' title='the sword in our mouths.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-8105265057356985488</id><published>2008-12-10T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:41:23.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop asking.</title><content type='html'>woaah. getting lotsa questions lately. like what happen and crap.&lt;div&gt;damn. like really. its no biggie ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like shit happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get over it. and voila...its done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for God's sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a mistake. has always been. just that i was blinded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that the truth took a while to unfold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally God made me realise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohh yea. and some day my words are gonna haunt you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yea. i ain't the nice guy anymore. no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;noone can ever bring down my roots and upholding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;insya'Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Sleeper Cell opened my eyes. a daring and honest approach. i advise ppl to watch it. ouhh and do watch it, if u know whats right from wrong. bcos it may lead ppl to false pretence and lies.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/10007902-8105265057356985488?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8105265057356985488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=8105265057356985488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8105265057356985488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8105265057356985488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/stop-asking.html' title='stop asking.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-3809460276192448712</id><published>2008-12-07T04:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T04:55:23.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>groove and soul.</title><content type='html'>Salaams.&lt;br /&gt;hungout with Jiv,Azlan, Jeff, Pravin and Irsyad...to watch this years AsianBeat. quite disappointing in my point of view. i remember last year's was way different. with more variety and musicality involved... then went on to eat at KFC.cracked jokes and laughed like the whole of KFC is ours. and we surely made the Colonel seem like our father!hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, jiv and azlan.&lt;br /&gt;we always talk about the same old thing.the same old 'them'. but we never get tired talking bout it.&lt;br /&gt;haha. always enjoyed their company... the nonok-meter.wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and yea, i will wait. and wait. and wait...&lt;br /&gt;why do i always look around for her each time in foodcourt 6?i think iskandar's annoyed in a way.bcos i always asked him if she's there.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;that pretty distraction.&lt;br /&gt;lets see where this takes me. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;groove and soul. i'm soo stuck onto it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised, i put too much emotions in my blog. dammit. arent emotions private? well, no vulnerabilities from now on. ouhh heaven yea...well even if i do show it. tis blog is like a stress-reliever in a way. prolly the only thing that doesnt complain...if i feel like pouring out these emotions.well now that its over. theres no more emotions to dwell on..HEAVEN YEAA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-3809460276192448712?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-2007449870854738243</id><published>2008-11-30T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T02:52:10.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>priceless expression</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Salaams,&lt;/div&gt;i had the best sleep in a long time today... i pampered myself. and life is getting back to normal. after such a turbulent few months. things have been settling down. and thank God.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sp star is over. had such fun but exhausting of course. just a lil annoyed at e crowd like seriously...just plain shameful. they are just embarrassing themselves, not all but a few bunch of ppl who choose to poke fun at the performers and contestants.  they think its cool. i was so tempted to get on stage and shut them up. if u do find it funny and laughable, try standing in front of a few hundred people and sing. then u'll get what i mean. prolly some wannabes who dont have the guts to go on stage and choose to poke fun publicly instead. despicable. but i guess thats normal... just a shame. but anw, thanks for those who cheer and support instead..we all appreciate that. especially to my SSP mates and my parents. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm glad to be on stage, doing what i love most. and knowing people appreciate it. the band is kickin' again. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the past few days have been really making me unhealthy. late nights..and early mornings everyday. assignment deadlines and presentations. carrying bulky equipment, jamming and performing. but nevertheless thats e life i knew.. thats e life i was living with all these while. although i may be missing something and i'm not complete yet, i'm still contented and happy that my life still revolves around what i stood by. Religion, my family and music. and that i wont allow someone to ruin it all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've had enough. i'm not regretting a single bit. in fact, i know this is e right thing to do. made me stronger. made me closer to Allah...and i'm grateful for it. bersyukur, that painful phase of my life is over. welcome back Riza Hamizan... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"that look on your face, priceless..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wassalaams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Riza Hamizan, that i'm proud of. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-2007449870854738243?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2007449870854738243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=2007449870854738243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/2007449870854738243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/2007449870854738243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/priceless-expression.html' title='priceless expression'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-7222474918824734605</id><published>2008-11-19T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:31:48.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;forgive me for i'm starting to hate than love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause now i see you for who you truly are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;better now than never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Astaghfirullah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/10007902-7222474918824734605?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7222474918824734605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=7222474918824734605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/7222474918824734605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/7222474918824734605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/forgive-me-forim-starting-to-hate-than.html' title=''/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-8161812047347825775</id><published>2008-11-14T23:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:37:38.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melancholic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Salaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Noone knows how i feel these days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;noone. except who else but Him from up above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;things changed so bad. from bad to worst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sometimes, people don't realise they are blessed with someone who'd do anything to keep them happy. to love sincerely and guide them to the right path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they don't believe in destiny. all they follow is that deceptive voice in their heart. the voice that will just lead you to despair.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that voice in their heart is the source of all insecurities. the source of all fears. the source that will lead us to hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is what i learnt in psychology class..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and it struck me instantly.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;melancholic personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;thinking. persistent. analytical. unpredictable. sensitive. self-sacrificing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Optimistic. faithful. Considerate. Funny. Productive. Loyal. Patient. Deep. Compromising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the most gifted in thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the most gifted in talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the most artistic and the most thoughtful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just the way i am. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;melancholic&lt;/span&gt;. nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Imagine, me singing to you every night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i would if i could...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;knowing it'll make you smile by my side...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i would if i could...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;if you just let me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;if you believe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;in Me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wassalaams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-8161812047347825775?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8161812047347825775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=8161812047347825775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8161812047347825775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8161812047347825775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/melancholic.html' title='melancholic.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-8047636923767210930</id><published>2008-11-04T14:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:46:00.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>magnets and love.</title><content type='html'>ouh yea. love is something that can be understood in time. and trust me, it ain't love if it doesnt make you grow as a person, grow to be a BETTER person. thats what love should be, thats how love should affect you... there's a reason why OPPOSITES attract. and there's a reason why opposites can click so well sometimes. now that, is somethin' that is hard to find... &lt;br /&gt;it is not that simple, to find that special someone in life, who understands, and respects you for who you are...no matter how DIFFERENT you are to him or her...&lt;br /&gt;because what is COMMON here, is that LOVE for each other...bcos life would feel incomplete. or meaningless without the other special one. it is this common ground that keeps them together...that makes them learn through their differences..thus gaining bliss and happiness with one another.&lt;br /&gt;opposites who understand and respect each other. compromise and learn from each other's flaws and strengths......... &lt;br /&gt;now thats a match made in Heaven...&lt;br /&gt;and that's LOVE........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it is not that hard to understand. just grab 2 magnets with opposite poles. and well, see what they do, when they come close.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh on another note, beauty never lasts. it leaves you with age.  what lasts is within us all... a good heart. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouhh. just a random post. i have to sign up for compass soon. bcos my song is played on e radio, and i'm not getting any royalties from it.haha.ouh and sorry if i sound so philosophical today. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-8047636923767210930?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8047636923767210930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=8047636923767210930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8047636923767210930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8047636923767210930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/ouh-yea.html' title='magnets and love.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-6758674338309784721</id><published>2008-11-02T05:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T06:05:16.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody.</title><content type='html'>is there any way in the world, for things to heal..&lt;br /&gt;for me to heal.&lt;br /&gt;and for things to come back as we want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am left with no choice..&lt;br /&gt;i have to do what i have to.&lt;br /&gt;bcos i know that side of you wont come back.&lt;br /&gt;all i can do, is to pray for your well being now..&lt;br /&gt;the least i can do.&lt;br /&gt;for i'm noone. nobody to you.anymore.&lt;br /&gt;if only you would..........&lt;br /&gt;and if only i could.........&lt;br /&gt;if only we..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-6758674338309784721?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6758674338309784721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=6758674338309784721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6758674338309784721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6758674338309784721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/nobody.html' title='nobody.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-4023760200336511953</id><published>2008-10-30T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:32:39.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Umi. Ibu. Emak. Mother.</title><content type='html'>salaams,&lt;br /&gt;had a wonderful heartwarming conversation with my mum just before i wanted to go to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;now i cant sleep thinking what she said, it's been a while since i had one of those 'mum and son' talk...&lt;br /&gt;she's amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum, my inspiration..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm blessed to have her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Syurga terletak di bawah tapak kaki Ibumu..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalaams. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-4023760200336511953?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4023760200336511953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=4023760200336511953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/4023760200336511953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/4023760200336511953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/umi-ibu-emak-mother.html' title='Umi. Ibu. Emak. Mother.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-6169891804077251114</id><published>2008-10-29T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:03:46.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelita Dunia on Radio.</title><content type='html'>salaams..&lt;div&gt;i got this uncle of mine, who is blind...well he's not really an uncle, but he's fairly close to my family bcos my dad used to be best buddies with him, back in the kampung days...  he's a singer and was very close to me when i was small..which is why i call him uncle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he called our house after disappearing for so long.... just to say he heard Pelita Dunia on the radio.... yea, on the Radio! after subuh prayers. how cool is that?! finally its playing in the radio. after soooo looong...haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess thats e way it is.... but must be grateful...bersyukur. Alhamdulillah.. just e thing i need to make me smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wassalaams. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-6169891804077251114?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6169891804077251114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=6169891804077251114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6169891804077251114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6169891804077251114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/pelita-dunia-on-radio.html' title='Pelita Dunia on Radio.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-2389749807452989820</id><published>2008-10-22T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:16:34.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beginning of the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;salaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i must be glad. bersyukur. cause i have some great friends around me. who has taught me a lot.. made me a better person. i dont know where i'd be, if i'd not met them... and they have become like brothers to me... thanks for the Swensens treat and for making me smile, though i dont have any mood for any birthday celebrations initially.. really appreciate it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thanks to amirah, sharifah, eecar for HALF of a cake. hahaha. but its delicious.. cause its CHOCOLATE.haha... well its e thought that counts. and for those who wished, thanks!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;someone please stop the time, cause its too fast... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i initially had a plan for today...for myself. and for someone, a plan that have got me excited for a few wks.. i guess its ruined now. ruined in broken pieces. it doesnt matter anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ouh crap.. whatever la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if there's one wish that i have for this special day is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" to rewind time, and erase all these... because, now its too late..its just too late. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i guess its e beginning of the end... i gotta face it, like i always do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how ironic, that it comes right before my birthday... sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i've fallen, and now i've gotta get myself back up again... and i'm sorry to e people just now, if i wasn't hyped up for my own birthday. sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;love has blinded me.. just like everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and i know you're missing me.. well now, face the consequences.. if what that guy said is true in those msges yesterday. then seriously.. why are you missing me...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ask yourself that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for now, i know this is what i have to do... the right thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wassalaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Riza Hamizan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-2389749807452989820?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2389749807452989820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=2389749807452989820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/2389749807452989820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/2389749807452989820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/beginning-of-end.html' title='beginning of the end'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-8389794432459748301</id><published>2008-10-19T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:40:21.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Salaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are 2 kinds of ppl in this world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;there are those who'll take you to heaven... and there are those who'll take you to hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;now which one are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;or rather, which one will you be...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;its been a while since i teared on stage. thats e result of putting too much emotions in delivering a song while reminiscing what happened this raya... and seeing tears in e audience, now that makes you feel so surreal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but at e end of it all... if only i could see a familiar face among those crowd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;who would feel how i feel at that point of time when i teared on stage....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sometimes, u can't help but to say, " well that's life..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wassalaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Riza Hamizan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-8389794432459748301?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8389794432459748301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=8389794432459748301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8389794432459748301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8389794432459748301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/thats-life.html' title='that&apos;s life.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-2981266378610642858</id><published>2008-10-15T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T01:22:36.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;salaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But if anyone turns away from My reminder, his life will be a dark and narrow one…"&lt;/strong&gt; (Qur'an, 20:124)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said..&lt;br /&gt;now place that line inside our heads. happiness comes to those who remember, and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaams,&lt;br /&gt;Riza Hamizan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-2981266378610642858?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2981266378610642858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=2981266378610642858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/2981266378610642858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/2981266378610642858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/reminder.html' title='Reminder'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-6288711796477209664</id><published>2008-10-11T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:21:53.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... A light has come to you from Allah and a Clear Book. By it, Allah guides those who follow what pleases Him to the ways of peace. He will bring them from the darkness to the light by His permission, and guide them to a straight path.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Surat al Ma'ida: 15-16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;may he show us all the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;may he show You the way too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so please, do pray for an end and a solution to all the troubles that you're going thru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and at the same time, work your way out of it. because, Usaha + Doa = Success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its a proven formula...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and may u continue smiling even if Now i can't always there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;insyaAllah.&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalaams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-6288711796477209664?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6288711796477209664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=6288711796477209664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6288711796477209664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6288711796477209664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-8465042750607043177</id><published>2008-10-11T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T12:38:57.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Salaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;if only time was in our control..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;if only there's a way to erase what happenned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;if only things weren't so complicated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;if only, things were the same as i could remember, a few weeks ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i know i cant compare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but i wished things were back like how we used to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;like how we always were...but i know, things have just turned for the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at least for me. because i choose to do the most unselfish thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to let her go, and let her be with her past...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;for i know, i ain't much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i just wanted to make sure i did my responsibility as a friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at least i did all i can...and she'd come back, if we're meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wassalaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the UNQUALIFIED ustaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-8465042750607043177?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8465042750607043177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=8465042750607043177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8465042750607043177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8465042750607043177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-only.html' title='if only.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-7495269089529478238</id><published>2008-10-08T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:45:09.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breathe.</title><content type='html'>salaams,&lt;br /&gt;for a moment there, i thought i was complete..life felt complete.&lt;br /&gt;guess i was wrong, it was all pretence and false hope..&lt;br /&gt;nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to those who has helped me e past few days, now at least i have u guys and i can count on u guys.u know who u are.. and music. its e only thing that leads me away from what is going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;well, life is unfair whereas i'm too nice and fair to ppl. and i'm proof once again, that, NICE GUYS FINISH LAST! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;just too much to take in right now. i dont deserve all this.&lt;br /&gt;tawakkal dan bersabar...insyaAllah, ada hikmahnya di sebalik semua ini.&lt;br /&gt;"BREATHE."&lt;br /&gt;haha. sounds familiar. from a words of a good friend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't talk about quality, when there's no more fishes in the sea."&lt;br /&gt;damn true. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalams,&lt;br /&gt;Riza Hamizan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-7495269089529478238?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-815821635880983972</id><published>2008-10-05T03:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T03:54:41.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hikmah di sebalik Dugaan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Salaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;what my mum said keeps ringing inside my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;" kawan yg akan ketawa dgn kau ramai, tetapi kawan yg akan nangis BERSAMA kau..itu lah kawan sejati.." and then she once told me, " setiap dugaan...ada hikmahnya..bukan sekadar terjadi serta-merta. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what i've learnt is that, Kita hanya boleh mengusahakan untuk cita-cita kita, untuk impian, untuk seseorang yang kita cintai..tetapi Dia tetap menentukan segalanya. Takdir di tangan Allah S.W.T. kita hanya dapat mengusahakan, memohon dan berdoa...&lt;br /&gt;dan sesungguhnya, aku telah lakukan segalanya, berdoa dan mengusahakan...tetapi jika ini hakikatnya, dan jika ini Takdirnya..aku redha...&lt;br /&gt;mungkin suatu dugaan semata-mata. mungkin suatu pelajaran bagiku...Wallahu'alam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to you, if you are reading this...who has caused us. and me so much pain..&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations. you have just succeeded...&lt;br /&gt;and as usual..i'm the one who sacrificed it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalaams,&lt;br /&gt;Riza Hamizan.&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/10007902-815821635880983972?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/815821635880983972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=815821635880983972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/815821635880983972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/815821635880983972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/hikmah-di-sebalik-dugaan.html' title='Hikmah di sebalik Dugaan.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-7093198673027372760</id><published>2008-10-03T05:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T06:54:05.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember the time we walked home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; the first time we walked through the park...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;seems so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; at that moment... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;beautiful, and stunning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but look what happened now? it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;crumbled to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; huh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember what did i spoke to you about that night...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm always the one who'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; it all for the other's ultimate bliss..be it, if i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;own that person i love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the one who always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;LOSES,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; in this kinda situation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and then you asked me.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;but why don't you fight for your own love and feelings for that person...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i just said....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"there's MORE to LIFE...than just LOVE... and if she LOVES me, she'll come back to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but somehow for a reason i dont fully understand, i tried to fight this time...for you.&lt;br /&gt;but i was pushed away...&lt;br /&gt;so..i'm just gonna stick to what i said that night...&lt;br /&gt;bcos what happened recently, proves what i just said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and i'm just different. not the typical Mat u'll see on the street...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm like this for a reason..for a purpose. for Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i hope you realise that since day 1..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;cherish what i said, and what i've done for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-7093198673027372760?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7093198673027372760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=7093198673027372760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/7093198673027372760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/7093198673027372760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/remember.html' title='Remember....'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-1208731012998518212</id><published>2008-10-01T22:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T03:18:31.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya mood??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Salaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Syawal's here. Takbir bergema...i will always tear when i hear the first takbir of syawal, every 1st night of Syawal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya, dan pohon ampun dan maaf, zahir dan batin..to all the Muslims, that i've known. more pictures uploading soon..and more updates soon. i've lost mood...and all i can do is pray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SOPLLgymQjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KFlxZO5uKRM/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SOPLLgymQjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KFlxZO5uKRM/s320/DSC00299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252264989085286962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the family at Kampung..on first day of raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SOPLwXLGWhI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OV5UBMtKiPg/s1600-h/iza%26rizaH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SOPLwXLGWhI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OV5UBMtKiPg/s320/iza%26rizaH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252265622158858770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i miss this girl badly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;and you are STILL being missed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Riza Hamizan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-1208731012998518212?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1208731012998518212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=1208731012998518212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/1208731012998518212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/1208731012998518212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/raya-mood.html' title='Raya mood??'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SOPLLgymQjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KFlxZO5uKRM/s72-c/DSC00299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-167513011964121285</id><published>2008-09-26T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T01:24:32.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something special.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;salaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm gonna clean up my room later on.. and play loud loud music, while at it..woohoo. it's been hectic couple of weeks lately, with preparations of Hari Raya, and Muzikarama Trainings and weekly performances. i even got Hari Raya performances coming up...kecohh pe.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;for now i'm smiling. smiling. smiling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Raya is coming..coming..coming real soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and stuff not bought yet..like BAJU KURUNG! *insert dull face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hadnt found the perfect baju kurung yet...damn i'm so fussy when it comes to baju kurung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the past few days have been a blast. such a rollercoaster week..but i'm fine now, better then fine.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the geylang outing. =) Credits to Iza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SN0aHmSa3vI/AAAAAAAAAI4/tmBiFbM7_OA/s1600-h/pegi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SN0aHmSa3vI/AAAAAAAAAI4/tmBiFbM7_OA/s320/pegi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250381458423078642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ABMB *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Selamat Menyambut Syawal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wassalaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Riza Hamizan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-167513011964121285?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/167513011964121285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=167513011964121285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/167513011964121285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/167513011964121285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-special.html' title='something special.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SN0aHmSa3vI/AAAAAAAAAI4/tmBiFbM7_OA/s72-c/pegi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-8923101928285663837</id><published>2008-09-25T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:32:34.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moods.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;salaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;just indescribable.. i guess its pure misunderstanding and miscommunication..whatever it is, the last few days has been a rollercoaster ride, but i'm glad it made a turn for the better.haha.  Alhamdulillah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;well, Hari Raya is coming soon. Ramadhan's ending. its so fast these days..the time is ridiculously fast.  and starting of the LAST semester of school is coming soon. i can't believe this..its TOO fast. i am so gonna miss Singapore Polytechnic, for the wonderful cliques that i've found, and the amazing experiences and times there.  Prolly these 3 years have been the best of my life, i would say...and life is starting to get much much more meaningful, with someone special..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;who would have thought, i'd grown to be who i am now.i was almost the opposite 4 years ago..i guess the past experiences and all the shit that has happened in my life, has shaped me this way..a few of my friends mainly from my course have seen the positive change in me..while others claims, i've changed for the worst..well, its just a misunderstanding really. i just wanna make sure i achieve what i've been dreaming of all these while..therefore i have to sacrifice my time on all those 'lepak' sessions that i USED to have..that means, i dont get to meet my friends who i USED to lepak with..its NOT that i've became SOMBONG. or what crap...so please do understand, to those who happen to read this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Syawal's beckoning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wassalaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;riza hamizan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-8923101928285663837?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8923101928285663837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=8923101928285663837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8923101928285663837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8923101928285663837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/moods.html' title='moods.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-5903721276793868816</id><published>2008-09-22T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T02:20:14.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;salaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i believe that there's a reason, why we meet and fall for some people..they might not be the one. that would lead you to the happiness that u've been finding, but we were fated to fall for them, so that we would LEARN something...a lesson, that would help us in life. i've certainly found out now..for everything that happened in this world, happens for a reason.. i've always sticked to my roots and my values, no matter what.. because its my responsibility to stick by them as a Muslim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and i've always believed, if its meant to be, then she'll come back.. start anew, and love you even more. i know i've done all i can from the bottom of my heart..dgn penuh keikhlasan, i've no regrets.. bcos i've learnt something from this whole experience... something that i would stand by in my entire life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;all the prayers are answered, He has shown me the way...no matter how i DONT want this to happen, it has already happened.. and i walked home smiling to myself today, bcos something tells me tis is the right thing to do...itulah pertunjukMu..insyaAllah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ape mau buat...nie sumer dugaan.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wassalaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;riza hamizan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-5903721276793868816?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5903721276793868816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=5903721276793868816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/5903721276793868816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/5903721276793868816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/salaams-i-believe-that-theres-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-7870485994470605273</id><published>2008-09-21T02:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T02:29:28.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the emcee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;salaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tears, no matter how hard you cry..its still not gonna do any good. but it does help to make u feel better at the moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;anw, i've done all i can...and i'm losing hope. and i'm too weak. i know i aint much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;all i can do is pray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well on a lighter note, its the 4th consecutive time that a GIRL actually went up to me to take pictures with me.*kening naik-naik* and she kept glancing and staring at me from a far..she was the emcee of the whole event just now..and james was like, " ehh chioo sia!" haha..she approached me, and asked to take pictures with me...and i'm like "errr...okay...." *in that malu tone* haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;iskandar was like..."ape lagi dok?? ada org interested...jgn jual mahal. mintak uhhh no." i wasn't in the mood actually.., and i just said, "takde mood uh..buang masa jer nie sumer." my mind was thinking of another girl..at the moment, but i didnt really know, if that girl was thinking of me...which was why, i wasnt in the mood...apparently she was busy having fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then iskandar joked"hmmm jgn menyesal...!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha. i hope not too.hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;wassalaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Riza Hamizan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-7870485994470605273?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7870485994470605273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=7870485994470605273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/7870485994470605273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/7870485994470605273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/emcee.html' title='the emcee.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-4259164600730035785</id><published>2008-09-19T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:06:10.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visits to the mosque.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;salaams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a visit to the mosque never fails to calm myself down.. the perfect place for me to ease my mind, whatever that i'm going through.. i didnt even think twice bout heading to the mosque for terawih today..just to get away from the thoughts thats been playing inside my mind.  its quite a distance from home but i didnt hesitate to walk there...the further it is, the more pahala u get..it took me roughly 20 minutes to get there...and somehow, it all disappears when i get there..but i know, i'll have to face my problems head on..right after i exit that mosque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;i hate to run away from my problems..if there's something my past experiences taught me is to NEVER let your problems get the best out of you..NEVER run away from it. face it head on..and do not look back..you've gotta believe in yourself and believe that the solution to the problems, will end it all..never let that inner voices inside your brain get to you, cause if you do, it will haunt you every night..the more u don't do something about it, the worst it gets..&lt;br /&gt;you have to be strong and believe in yourself.. only then things will be much much brighter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;NEVER run away..FACE it head on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;after terawih finished, i listened to the 'syarahan' by Ustaz Dato Hassan Din from Malaysia. it's been a while since i actually listened to a syarahan in a masjid.and i listened diligently to his talk.. he pointed a lot of things, the weaknesses in the Muslims these days, the role of the Quran in the success of our Ummah..but i liked his honesty, the way he explained his points...of course, he's a Dato and an Ustaz.. if i can be someone of a calibre of an ustaz, i'd be lucky enough... insyaAllah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wassalaams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Riza Hamizan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-4259164600730035785?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4259164600730035785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=4259164600730035785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/4259164600730035785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/4259164600730035785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/visits-to-mosque.html' title='Visits to the mosque.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-5433335952011157794</id><published>2008-09-16T06:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T06:54:34.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sacrifices.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;salaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;QN: what would u do, if the person you love..who has been there for you to make you smile...happens to feel hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well i'll prolly do anything, just to cheer her up..even if i myself was down.. or exhausted. and that just proves to you, how far i'll go for that SOMEONE. or how much i LOVE her..in fact i've proven to HER time and time again, every night..for the past 2 wks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on a lighter note, i woke up smiling to myself today... there was an air of excitement, despite ending yesterday with a rough note.  and then i remembered my mum telling me once, " kawan yg akan ketawa dgn kau ramai, tetapi kawan yg akan nangis BERSAMA kau..itu lah kawan sejati."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;totally true but sad to know, its hard to find these kinda friends in this world... she's the reason to this change in me. i worry every single time its her birthday, because she's getting older and older..and that means, time is ticking away and i shall not ponder too much on it..hais.. she's lived for more than half a century now, and i cant afford to disappoint her like how i used to a few years ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and ppl say i'm too good for them?haha, prolly the lamest reason i've heard, knowing that it comes from another human being...do realise, we are born the same way. everyone's good enough.. because. we are of the same kind. pls stop these assumptions...and this, "bad in my eyes" nonsense..totally needless, cause if you are, i wont waste my time on you...there u go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its just a matter of the correct mindset. get it inside your head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now you want to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So I'm letting you fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause I know in my heart babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Our love will never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-David Cooke's Always be My Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i'm still holding on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wassalaams..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;riza hamizan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-4223451479761164979</id><published>2008-09-13T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:56:36.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>salaams,&lt;br /&gt;humans are never far off from mistakes..its a part of us. Even our Rasulullah S.A.W, made mistakes..&lt;br /&gt;as much as i try to avoid it,  that little voice in my head, will always be there to disturb the iman and pendirian within me. this voice, is within all of us...constantly whispering evil intentions into our minds..Nafsu..if only we had the privelage of blocking it from our minds..we can't, its a part of us in this life...we are born with it.  it's just a matter of how well we deal with it..how well we fight it, its an internal battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i've ever hurt anyone, especially you. cause you know how much you mean to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaams,&lt;br /&gt;riza hamizan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-4223451479761164979?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-8514726744563961811</id><published>2008-09-12T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:14:46.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>actions and words</title><content type='html'>well action speak louder than words..&lt;br /&gt;that's all i'm asking for. whatever i've told you and have been constantly reminding you to do...&lt;br /&gt;cinta, akar hati manusia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaams,&lt;br /&gt;rIZA hamIZAn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-8514726744563961811?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8514726744563961811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=8514726744563961811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8514726744563961811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8514726744563961811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/actions-and-words.html' title='actions and words'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-7398071218743249552</id><published>2008-09-11T04:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T05:06:39.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;salaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;somehow, i know i've tried my best, to be there..to show her the way.make her realise the true path in life..and i've came up with the corniest joke, just so she could smile..that's how much she means to me lately. its grown fast, these feelings..too deep. but no matter what, i've always told her..do the right thing, not for me, not for anyone else, but for herself..because at the end of the day, this life is all about her ownself and Him..for i'm only here to show her the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and somehow, no matter how hard i try during the day, and for all the smiles that she puts on after everything i've done for her in the day...it seems like the total opposite when night comes..when all the problems start to sink in, and when thoughts and fears starts to rise in her head..i've always put on a patient and brave front, guiding her through..to the point that, i'm being too nice, and patient..that it hurts, because i'm a human being.. i ain't no angel.  i have feelings that will affect me sooner or later..sad to say, patience has its limits. as much as i want her to smile and be happy, i know i cant afford to give every second, telling her to be strong...i cant afford, because i'm human..i do have responsibilities. but i know i've always been trying my best...and i hope she realises that, appreciate that, and love me for that...and i hope she can control all the pressure and stress that she's facing...dont let it take the best out of her and affect others, affect me...cause my intention, is only to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;she makes me weak, vulnerable..but stronger at the same time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to you, like i've told you before... "we'll face this together..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;because WE are in this TOGETHER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wassalaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;rIZA hamIZAn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-7398071218743249552?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7398071218743249552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=7398071218743249552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/7398071218743249552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/7398071218743249552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/together.html' title='Together'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-4873060673490118631</id><published>2008-09-09T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T06:22:46.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Tudung Girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Salaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;no matter what life brings, i hope i can go through every test and challenge that i'm facing or will be facing in the future, insyaAllah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;life is a stern test..and feelings of the extreme opposite can be felt in the same day, in just a matter of hours or minutes..and every obstacle makes you stronger and better..whatever it is, you've got to pull through, and give your every ounce of strength and energy to overcome it, cause at the end of it all, there's always a reward...there's always light at the end of a tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and no matter what the outcome of each test that you'll go through, there's a reason and a lesson to learn from it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and clearly, whatever happened recently is something special...and it's been a long, long time since i've felt this way...and i'm hoping you'd keep on smiling, cause i'll still be here..insyaAllah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SMWk1jVDN_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/RiFjptVpu4M/s1600-h/DSC-0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SMWk1jVDN_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/RiFjptVpu4M/s320/DSC-0734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243778581066364914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                            I'm glad she's there. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wassalaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;rIZA hamIZAn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-4873060673490118631?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4873060673490118631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=4873060673490118631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/4873060673490118631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/4873060673490118631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/tudung-girl.html' title='the Tudung Girl...'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SMWk1jVDN_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/RiFjptVpu4M/s72-c/DSC-0734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-7639419113171988921</id><published>2008-09-06T05:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T05:47:10.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angst</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;seriously some people should just think of the consequences...of their daily affairs or what they do.  they don't really know, that people are affected in a way or the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and its annoying me.. please dont make me waste your time on you, if you're gonna end up hurting me in the end. seriously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i've gone through this time and again, and i know where it leads most of the time. and its not pleasant for any of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;just to set the record straight, i dont merely assume because i like it or shit like that...i assume because i've been through shit and and i don't want shit to happen again. and i assume for the good of things.. so i wont end up being taken for granted. i'm slowly being ticked off at the moment.. slowly and gradually.. it'll only end up turning me off. and once u do, you'll need more than u got, to get me to listen and understand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;lets see if this is all worthwhile.. i've done all i can..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;lets hope i wont get to say this, " damn! i've been wasting my time on you..." in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yea, i know i'm nice and all that, but everything has limits...so yea, do NOT turn me OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sometimes u really have to get that angst out of your heart. and sorry dear blogger, for you have always been the victim of my angst.hurhur. its been building up inside for some time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;time for me to relax a lil.. and solat subuh. like i always say, "nothing beats a prayer.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-7639419113171988921?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-6985468515504720063</id><published>2008-09-04T06:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T06:33:12.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams and love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;salaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;well u know what they say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"the truth's a bitch"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hurhur. i learn or find out something new every single day, not necessarily good or bad. but i learn to accept it in some way or the other and that includes accepting YOU, for who YOU are and YOUR past.  because nothing is perfect in this world..i've got my side of the past, which i DONT think a lot of people would say all beautiful..my past is FAR from beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nothing is impossible these days.. and being a person that observes a lot, well i observe that the world is getting more twisted by the minute, more sadistic and cruel by the moment.. and i try my best to get away from these twisted, sadistic and cruel things..but i'll end up facing it all over again, only to return stronger each time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;people come and go. NOONE and i mean noone except your family, will be there for you throughout every second of your life..in fact they'll leave you when their time comes.  and then you'll meet that ONE person that would make u feel COMPLETE. that's when life becomes a whole lot more meaningful, and truth be told, i keep wondering who SHE will be...and truth be told again, sometimes i wish it was her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i dont wanna keep wondering and waiting..i just wanna end it and be damn sure she wont leave me..only then i can keep smiling while i pursue  my dreams. someone who motivates me, and gives me that extra ounce of energy every single day..i know i'm asking for too much here, but hey, i really wanna make sure i make it. i wanna be on top of that stage, singing while knowing that someone special is looking on from the audience, smiling away with pride..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and in return, i'll make her the happiest lady in the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;see, what did i tell you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i like to 'berangan' and dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hahaha.early in e morning seblom subuh da berangan!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ok stop it riza hamizan.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;selamat berpuasa pada ummat islam sedunia.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wassalaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;riza hamizan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-6985468515504720063?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-4454083423440212593</id><published>2008-09-01T10:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:23:40.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mysterrrryyyy.</title><content type='html'>Salaams.&lt;br /&gt;i cant help but to stare at the beautiful river yesterday..behind such a heavy atmosphere, there's still space for such a calm setting. contradicting when u know rock bands are playing at e back. and at such a setting, my mind wasnt set on the bands or the music. it was set on the situation. this situation i'm going through. the gossips that are going about me and who? i wont tell. u know how i hate ppl talking behind my back. seriously. whatever nonsense they are spreading would just hurt me and that someone more.why is it always have to be me? but i guess its normal huh..i'm the centre of gossips and stuff, for a while now i know..just because i appeared on tv, on magazines and such, doesnt make me all that special..and those labels of 'superstar' that they are calling me doesn't help really, when all i have been doing is struggling just to make it big here and i'm not there yet, far from it...i'm not aiming at anyone, they know who they are.i'm not angry or whatsoever..but i'm just hoping that ppl would be more conscious of other's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i gotta get used to this..its normal i guess. this is frankly an outburst after all those months..&lt;br /&gt;and you, just so u know.. u have always been a great friend. u know u are.thanks a lot for being there most of the time for me. and u know how i feel about all this and how i feel about the tudung girl too. just between u and me.hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a mysteryyyy...&lt;br /&gt;muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouhhh terawih anyone?? haha.&lt;br /&gt;selamat berpuasa!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasalaams,&lt;br /&gt;Riza Hamizan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-4454083423440212593?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4454083423440212593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=4454083423440212593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/4454083423440212593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/4454083423440212593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mysterrrryyyy.html' title='mysterrrryyyy.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-8682533076071076542</id><published>2008-08-27T02:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T03:04:48.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression of Love</title><content type='html'>salaams&lt;br /&gt;take a listen. a wonderful and inspiring song, that simply makes you wanna fall in love all over again. what makes it more amazing, is that the songwriter who is the singer himself, is blind. yes, he plays the guitar too, despite his deficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if only, i can express my love to you..."&lt;br /&gt;wassalaams,&lt;br /&gt;riza hamizan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Lx32yGDQ2x"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Lx32yGDQ2x" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/reyza-h/music/jrv9IhMt/raul_midon_expression_of_love_featuring_stevie_wonder_har/"&gt;Expression Of Love (Featuring Stevie Wonder - Harmonica Solo) - Raul Midon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXPRESSION OF LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would it be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; If you and me, through our love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Could improve the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; How would it be if we would see with our hearts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It would be sweet expression of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; How does it feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; When you reveal to someone that they’ve found a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; How does it feel when someone whispers your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Feels like a sweet expression of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Expressions of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Can’t deny even when we’re saying goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And just when it feels as if love’s at an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It comes back again like the sun in spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; That’s the way of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Here’s to hope and…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Expressions of love can’t deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Even when we’re saying goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And just when it feels as if love’s at an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It comes back again like the sun in spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; That’s the way of everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Here’s to hope and time…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-8682533076071076542?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8682533076071076542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=8682533076071076542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8682533076071076542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8682533076071076542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/expression-of-love.html' title='Expression of Love'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-2181484754185729238</id><published>2008-08-25T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:39:38.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Salaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;funny how vulnerable people can be. funny how things unfold, and no matter how much u try to hide, the truth has a funny habit of appearing when you least expect it.  whatever it is, i'm numb. too sick and tired of all these. whatever it is, i'm just hoping it happens for the good. insya'Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and wooooo! these shoulders can finally breathe again. at the moment, at least...i'm grateful that, i'm finally getting paid for performing, and that my own song is getting recognition.Alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;its like i'm performing every weekend on a regular basis for e past 3 mths, come the end of august.  I still have to do shows during the Ramadhan if Vibes get back to me on that. i hope they do.. Nothing beats a prayer. seriously, its the best thing to do..Life's much meaningful when you have responsibilities. think about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ramadhan, i can't wait.. prolly the best time to stay away from everything negative that thrives these days, in this modern world. prolly the most cherished month in the Muslim Calendar.  Rahmat dan Berkat Ramadhan..subhanallah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and you, smile for me please..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"your smile of honey gold..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wassalaams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Riza Hamizan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-2181484754185729238?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2181484754185729238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=2181484754185729238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/2181484754185729238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/2181484754185729238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/smile-for-me.html' title='Smile for me.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-3490774550104851457</id><published>2008-08-11T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:45:42.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this circle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;salaams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they come and go, deal with it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha.  i know i ain't much.  its a pity the eyes cant look beyond that.hurhur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but hey, nothing beats a prayer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;am i right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dugaan, satu demi satu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i know the truth.no use hiding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and i'm trapped. but i will get out, i always do..&lt;br /&gt;seriously, just a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in the meanwhile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aku baru 18, da gini kecoh hidup...tapi tkpe, perlu bersyukur.haha.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;goodnite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wassalaams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-3490774550104851457?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3490774550104851457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=3490774550104851457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/3490774550104851457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/3490774550104851457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-circle.html' title='this circle.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-440152038531162226</id><published>2008-07-30T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:55:15.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MadHatter's Alive!!</title><content type='html'>salaams.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was another one of those nights to remember.  After weeks of worrying and stressing out for powerjam, its finally over yesterday and i am really relieved. and damn it feels good. before i got up on stage i was thinking, "we gotta do our best, no matter the outcome, win or lose, as long as we do our best.." and that is the most important thing. and i keep telling the rest of the bandmembers.. at times, i felt things was falling apart in our jamming sessions, but thank God we managed to pull through yesterday.. and deliver a great performance.at least from what i think and what people say...Alhamdulillah. and now after yesterday, i'm really looking forward to where this band will go..what's up next? well lets sit and wait..but first get all the school assignments done, cause we are all still schooling anw.hahaha. in e meantime, i gotta develop these vocals..to get the whole band progressing..&lt;br /&gt;cant really hear myself on stage yesterday, the same usual problem. i guess i shall not depend on monitors anymore, and start perfecting these inner ears of mine.  other than that, i felt the band was a blast yesterday, now e only worry is, did i pull the whole band down yesterday?hmmmm.gotta keep on practicing..thats most important.dont wanna think too much bout it.&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is MadHatter is back, still kicking and ALIVE!!&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's Jamiroquai?? i got no problem with that.hahaha. its an honour really. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalaams,&lt;br /&gt;Riza Hamizan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-440152038531162226?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/440152038531162226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=440152038531162226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/440152038531162226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/440152038531162226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/madhatters-alive.html' title='MadHatter&apos;s Alive!!'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-4278202306558056461</id><published>2008-07-16T23:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:29:50.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypnotise on Air.</title><content type='html'>salaams,&lt;br /&gt;finally i can take a breather.and calm myself down..my eyebags feel like dropping.been lacking of sleep for the past 2 weeks.my eyes look swollen literally, mcm kene tumbOk!haha.&lt;br /&gt;i need a vacation. far far away from here. just so i can come back stronger to face all these again.&lt;br /&gt;just finished an interview and debut of Hypnotise on Power98fm..&lt;br /&gt;i was a tad nervous, cause its my first ever..dealing with the interview LIVE on air., and knowing my song is playing on the airwaves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/b25MLPOXnP/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/b25MLPOXnP/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/reyza-h/music/HrJ6OU8r/madhatter_madhatter_interview_hypnotise_debut_on_power_98/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/b25MLPOXnP/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/b25MLPOXnP/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/reyza-h/music/HrJ6OU8r/madhatter_madhatter_interview_hypnotise_debut_on_power_98/"&gt;Madhatter Interview &amp;amp; Hypnotise debut on Power 98.mp3 - MadHatter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do come down on the 29th july 2008 at ZOUK, 8.30pm. its not a clubbing event. so dont worry.haha.&lt;br /&gt;wassalaams.&lt;br /&gt;Riza Hamizan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-4278202306558056461?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4278202306558056461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=4278202306558056461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/4278202306558056461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/4278202306558056461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/hypnotise-on-air.html' title='Hypnotise on Air.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-6596884559792361130</id><published>2008-07-04T23:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:55:30.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Vibes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Salaams.&lt;br /&gt;July has been crazy, and its only the beginning...the next few weeks is prolly gonna be madness.literally..i have 2 HUGE assignments due this coming week, with one live acoustic session at power98's station on the monday, another band audition this wednesday, if Madhatter do register, including jamming sessions to get ourself ready for Powerjam Finals every tuesday and friday night each week.ouhh yeaa. did i tell you? Madhatter are through to the finals of the biggest Band Competition in Singapore, Powerjam 2008.Alhamdulillah...we rode our luck.i guess..though we were really off form in my opinion at the Semis. but hey.. We'll do better for the finals, insyaAllah.  i am looking forward to the 29th July.  Looks like its gonna be Zouk again but  its gonna be awesome.Free Admission btw! and do catch Power98 cause our original will be on the airwaves real soon.&lt;br /&gt;and i've been feeling good today.i have to stay this positive.i have to.heres some pictures of the ongoings for the last few weeks.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SG5KKWI8unI/AAAAAAAAAFc/a1WcbBGPi4Q/s1600-h/SNV32849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SG5KKWI8unI/AAAAAAAAAFc/a1WcbBGPi4Q/s320/SNV32849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219190559771245170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     Madhatter's photoshoot for Power98 (3rd July)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SG5Kra4nonI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CrxaYeie98w/s1600-h/2618089059_808e013c72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SG5Kra4nonI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CrxaYeie98w/s320/2618089059_808e013c72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219191127980614258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;          Powerjam Semifinals @ Timbre (28th June)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SG5MSsupoiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Mx-xH-Mu2-A/s1600-h/DSC_1118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SG5MSsupoiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Mx-xH-Mu2-A/s320/DSC_1118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219192902297166370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The '60-an gerek sehh' performance ( 19th June)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SG5NvBFV9BI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_1XmF3Hu1uM/s1600-h/IMG_0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SG5NvBFV9BI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_1XmF3Hu1uM/s320/IMG_0856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219194488309019666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Singing Pelita Dunia at Kampung Festival (6th June)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SG5ThXPrWSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/sWPx-d67Cfo/s1600-h/P1050396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SG5ThXPrWSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/sWPx-d67Cfo/s320/P1050396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219200850809542946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing Pelita Dunia @ Masjid Al-Iman (21st June)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;any similarities that u can spot from that photos..??yess. my outfit. seriously, i havta buy more performance-wear clothes. keep using the same old long sleeve uniform and that same old pants for performances....sheesh.hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;may He give me e strength for whats coming...Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wassalaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Riza Hamizan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-6596884559792361130?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6596884559792361130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=6596884559792361130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6596884559792361130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6596884559792361130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/positive-vibes.html' title='Positive Vibes'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SG5KKWI8unI/AAAAAAAAAFc/a1WcbBGPi4Q/s72-c/SNV32849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-3590184975624097291</id><published>2008-06-22T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:19:23.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Positivity.</title><content type='html'>salaams,&lt;br /&gt;me and my emo posts.&lt;br /&gt;haha.seriously, i think ppl have misunderstood me to be downright vulnerable and sad.because of my posts.and some even asked, "is it really you reyza?"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.that made me laugh damn hard.thats e thing, okay this blog of mine right here, is where i post my THOUGHTS and FEELINGS, or whatever things that bother me.Its been that way since a few years ago. maybe i should cut down on these emo posts. or stop writing bout my thoughts or feelings.haha.and then, my blog will be like those typical bloggers who talks bout their daily routines or affairs.and no body would ever know what i'm really feeling or thinking.  ppl close to me, would know, i'm not e kind who shows what i'm really feeling or thinking.  i tend to hide it away from the world.i might be all smiling and laughing in the flesh, but emotions are brewing deep within.  and i tend to express em all in my songs..its e reason why i like writing songs so much.e other medium i can find is this blog.i hate writing physically on paper, which is why i 'write' in this blog. or maybe i should set it to private...hmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;so no more emo post? &lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. guess so huh.&lt;br /&gt;wassalaams.&lt;br /&gt;Riza Hamizan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-3590184975624097291?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3590184975624097291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=3590184975624097291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/3590184975624097291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/3590184975624097291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/positivity.html' title='Positivity.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-1350079534958241199</id><published>2008-06-21T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:20:21.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're a part of it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"what would you do, if i say.. you're part of my dream?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;salaams.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.i should be glad and satisfied.and i shant complain. for whats meant to be, is meant to be. Semuanya terserah kepadaNya.whatever it is, i'll keep praying and hoping.&lt;br /&gt;camp is over. and the burden has lighten up on this shoulders, though i still have tonnes to worry about.  i've been called to do performances at masjids since Alunan Kasih. and its a breath of fresh air really.  For once, i feel like i'm doing the right thing in music and that its not Haram.   Knowing that it could be Haram, made me have 2nd thoughts about my future in the music industry..&lt;br /&gt;Was invited to Masjid Al-Iman's "Cakap Pasal Remaja" session just now and it sure made me smile. it sure was worth the journey from pasirris to bukitpanjang, and getting myself lost along e way. Thanks to YoungMuslims.sg for inviting me.I'd like to be part of it again.haha.such a fun and beneficial event. They made me feel so welcomed as a performer, i even received a plaque from them.cooliosss...Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;i'll update with tonnes of pictures soon. this blog has been too pictureless.hoho!for now, i'll be there.for her just so she's happy. insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;wassalaams..&lt;br /&gt;Riza Hamizan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-1350079534958241199?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1350079534958241199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=1350079534958241199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/1350079534958241199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/1350079534958241199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/youre-part-of-it.html' title='you&apos;re a part of it.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-5314010704946656816</id><published>2008-06-11T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T01:25:04.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jaded worries and faded hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm jaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tired of all this.just too much to think about.too much commitments and ppl depending on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sometimes i dunno why i've been helping ppl, and i hadnt been helping myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and i'm terribly worried. worried of the future. do i really have a future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and if so, is this e place i really belong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i dunno. i just feel like moving somewhere else. and start a whole new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; i'm just sick of this lifestyle. the cycle goes on and on. i'm sorry for i've sinned.i'm another product of society and this superficial lifestyle.  I just need to learn to avoid myself from that addiction and temptation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and please, it would be much appreciated if ppl would just shut their mouth on me winning big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"kalah salah..menang pun salah." just let me be can? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;her face, her presence.maybe that could lift me up a bit.but i really dont have any idea when will that be.it may NEVER be. and its kinda stupid that i've been keeping this to myself. for my own sake, i havta move on. cant be holding on to this slightest of hope for much longer.i'll be happy if she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"nothing beats a prayer.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-5314010704946656816?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5314010704946656816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=5314010704946656816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/5314010704946656816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/5314010704946656816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/jaded-worries-and-faded-hope.html' title='jaded worries and faded hope'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-5330941578527124845</id><published>2008-06-04T02:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T02:58:42.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNhealthy love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i THINK love is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;overrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. i THINK, love has been spoken of too much. i THINK love has been elevated to a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; "GOD"-like status&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.  i THINK love has caused some human beings to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;stray away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;from their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; roots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; i THINK love has caused some human beings to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;lose their minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.  i THINK love has made some human beings waste their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;honour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; away.  i THINK love has been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrongly &lt;/span&gt;linked to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. i THINK love has made us forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; we really are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. i THINK love is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;the reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; most depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; THINK...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;PS: dont get me wrong. i'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; talking about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;HEALTHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; love here.  This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; the love thats been making the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalaams,&lt;br /&gt;Riza Hamizan.&lt;br /&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/10007902-5330941578527124845?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5330941578527124845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=5330941578527124845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/5330941578527124845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/5330941578527124845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/unhealthy-love.html' title='UNhealthy love.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-1964399462713822275</id><published>2008-05-30T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T00:53:49.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories of e past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i was surfing the net when i came across someone's multiply. photos of muzikarama and her. now why did i hid it from her.cause i'm totally regretting it now though it felt like ages ago already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Dugaan..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;mungkin sinar harapan yang terbit di matamu hanya dugaan semata-mata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Wallahu'alam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalaams.&lt;br /&gt;seseorang yang menanti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-1964399462713822275?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1964399462713822275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=1964399462713822275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/1964399462713822275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/1964399462713822275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/memories-of-e-past.html' title='memories of e past.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-3371430992950052006</id><published>2008-05-20T11:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T01:56:50.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alunan Kasih Finals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Salaams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;if theres one thing i've learnt for the past 3 years, its certainly this: for every bad experience, a good one awaits.you cant have every single thing to go your way.be it love. your dreams or whatever stuff you may wish for.  I may not have, whats been dear to my heart.or who, i might say.  I may not have seen those pair of eyes this past sunday, but what happened that day has been somewhat like a dream. But i cant help but to agree to that small voice deep inside my heart. "if only she's there."  but i guess every thing happens for a reason.  Life has its weird ways, or rather smart ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers has been answered on Alunan Kasih.  Alhamdulillah, berkat usaha dan doa.  though things didnt go the way i want it to be on stage, but my prayers has been answered nevertheless at e end of the competition.  I didnt expect anything honestly, the most important thing was that the audience and the judges like my song. its my ultimate goal for this competition: to convey the message in my song to the people, and let them feel what i feel when i sing my song.  I can hardly contain my shock.too overwhelmed perhaps, when the results was released.  I didnt even realise my eyes was teary.  When i did realise, i had to hold it in. Had to sing for the last time on stage before e event is over.  The rest of the finalists sang along with me on stage, and only then i felt e awesome feeling of having people singing along to your OWN song.  A feeling i'll never forget. An experience i'll truly cherish.  It has really brought me closer to Him and back to my roots.  I've learnt a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Such a meaningful event, with a meaningful message behind it.  SubhanAllah..may it continue for the next coming years..insyaAllah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt; Not forgetting, the love and the spirit from my family that day, just made it more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to e few people who came to support me and to those who has helped me along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Alunan Kasih, everyone of you. =)&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, this platform has made me more eager to explore for more undiscovered songs in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SDb_5yg1O1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/411W3MBTCOQ/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SDb_5yg1O1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/411W3MBTCOQ/s320/DSC00057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203627787750292306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SDcAOyg1O2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/YHZ8MpaTXgU/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SDcAOyg1O2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/YHZ8MpaTXgU/s320/DSC00056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203628148527545186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wassalaams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Riza Hamizan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/10007902-3371430992950052006?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3371430992950052006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=3371430992950052006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/3371430992950052006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/3371430992950052006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/alunan-kasih-finals.html' title='Alunan Kasih Finals.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/SDb_5yg1O1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/411W3MBTCOQ/s72-c/DSC00057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-4539772004369442666</id><published>2008-05-17T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:58:28.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunset</title><content type='html'>i was at the praying area at T14 waiting for Maghrib, and i witnessed the best sunset. Just what i needed to calm the waves of thoughts in my mind at that moment.  too much to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"everything happens for a reason."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wassalaams.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/10007902-4539772004369442666?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4539772004369442666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=4539772004369442666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/4539772004369442666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/4539772004369442666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunset.html' title='sunset'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-1017447764473276194</id><published>2008-05-08T04:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T05:09:23.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nafsu</title><content type='html'>how i wished i could shut my world off temptations and superficial crap. those little voices in your head, sometimes its NOT you. it could be something worse. NAFSU. its part of us..&lt;br /&gt;thats why we humans cant run away from mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Give me the strength to resist it please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaams.&lt;br /&gt;reyza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-1017447764473276194?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1017447764473276194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=1017447764473276194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/1017447764473276194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/1017447764473276194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/nafsu.html' title='Nafsu'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-6333346934233007876</id><published>2008-05-02T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:10:48.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patience.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;honestly, i've forgotten how it feels like to have someone special in my arms. it just hits me. sometimes i do wonder, if pushing them away was the right thing to do and it makes me feel guilty too. but why? prolly cause i've been waiting, and not been searching..i'm in no rush. and i got better things to worry bout. i should be reminding myself every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and seeing other couples doesnt help, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;dugaan....dugaan...bersabar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wassalaams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;reyza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-6333346934233007876?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6333346934233007876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=6333346934233007876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6333346934233007876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6333346934233007876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/patience.html' title='patience.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-5682331608712947777</id><published>2008-05-01T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:02:37.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this journey called life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wouldnt say my life is a bliss, honestly.  I mean everyone will face their ups and downs in this journey called life.  Growing up as the third child has its problems and advantages, I'm the most troublesome child according to my mother. I caused too much trouble, and made too much of a mess at such a young age.  And then there was those things i did, that i eventually regret.  Things that took its toll on my mother.  And she was a major factor to the change I had the past couple of years.  I don't lepak anymore, if so, its just a matter of catching up with some of my friends.  Time is something i really treasure and so mindful of these days, and I dont wanna waste it. Some people would start assuming, that I'd become arrogant or sombong, or whatever not..when they dont really know the story or the reason behind the change.  I received several murmurs here and there from my friends, saying, "Reyza da sombong, mentang-mentang da superstar."and i'd be feeling, pissed..  Because there they are, spreading  rumours of myself, when they dont really know what i've been dealing with all these while.  And since when did i become a SUPERSTAR?!! You dont see me appearing in tv and magazines, so i'd really appreciate it if people stop calling me that.  And i do hope these people respect e change in me.  Its still the same old me, just without those bad habits anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;its been a while since my whole family gathered.  Good to see, my elder bros, respecting my work and what i've been doing in music.  I can see the relief in his face, being someone who previously thought i've been wasting my life away in secondary school.  I kinda missed his scoldings and advice when he's still around at home, before he got married that is. my 2nd elder bro, who got married recently last year, is moving out soon.  I'm guessing i'm the next one in line for marriage huh, though its a bit too early to be thinking of that.  I'd prolly do it, only after my sis go through it. so i'll be the last. Cause I dont see anyone in line and also cause my lil sis has been happily attached for a while now, i think.haha.  As you can see the 'love' department hasnt been going very well for me, for a while now.  Prolly because i've been pushing them away, when they come. And also because i've been too stubborn in waiting for that someone.  Seriously.  I hope its worth the climb and the struggle, if you get what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On the Musical note, i've received some encouraging words from the Alunan Kasih people, and i'm really glad they like my song.  Good to receive words of encouragement from someone who has been in the scene writing and arranging for artistes for most part of his life.  I wouldnt say Songwriting has been my strength yet, but its certainly something i've enjoyed doing it alot.  And i've been hoping for it to be something i could ace at.insyaAllah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"Nothing heals more than a prayer..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;and if i could just, look you in the eyes again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wassalaams.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-5682331608712947777?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5682331608712947777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=5682331608712947777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/5682331608712947777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/5682331608712947777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-journey-called-life.html' title='this journey called life.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-9090203514705910096</id><published>2008-04-25T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:28:14.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Questions</title><content type='html'>Musiq Soulchild- The Questions, the perfect song to suit the mood.damn, i love e lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;"yes i like to please their bodies, but i feel like its a waste of time...", "cause right now i just wanna be staring into your eyes.." makes perfect sense, huh? you'll prolly forget about all those superficial, attention-seeking girls and you'd prolly dont look at them the way you used to, when you have someone special in mind..someone, who makes you weak but stronger at e same time.yang teristimewa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-9090203514705910096?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9090203514705910096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=9090203514705910096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/9090203514705910096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/9090203514705910096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/questions.html' title='the Questions'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-6654759074718310689</id><published>2008-04-22T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T07:42:23.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alunan Kasih yang tersirat di Matamu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;its just one of those many many many days where i'll end up saying this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"i wish i could turn back time...." or, "i wish i could turn things around..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tell me what should i do now?cause its still in me, those feelings..as much as i hate to admit it.if i could just turn back time...its too late i guess.but its still in me, and i even wrote a song about those eyes.  i wonder what makes it so strong...i shouldnt have hid those feelings, all these while.now i'm wondering, if i'd unintentionally blew it away...and now i'm praying for a spark of miracle, a spark of hope.its been sometime since i feel this strong and stubborn about these kinda feelings.and its been for some while now...hanging by a thread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;anw, on the lighter note, i'm in the top 10 for a National Malay Songwriting Competition, Alunan Kasih. Do vote for your favourite song.remember its a SONGWRITING competition, so do vote on the song, not the singer.i'm currently 3rd on the polls. and voting makes up 10% of the results for the finalists.  Voting ends on 16th May. and Finals will be held this 19th May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;a href="http://alunankasih.info/lets-vote/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://alunankasih.info/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/alunankasihsmall.jpg"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;border="0" / /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and heres the link to my song.the lyrics are all there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://alunankasih.info/song1-pelita-dunia/"&gt;http://alunankasih.info/song1-pelita-dunia/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;if you did vote, thanks a lot.its very much appreciated.Vote sincerely, thats most important.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wassalaams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Riza Hamizan aka Reyza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-6654759074718310689?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6654759074718310689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=6654759074718310689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6654759074718310689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6654759074718310689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/alunan-kasih-yang-tersirat-di-matamu.html' title='Alunan Kasih yang tersirat di Matamu.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-7548463012169562261</id><published>2008-04-18T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T00:48:07.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prayers and hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you know, when u worked so hard to get there..and things start to fall apart when you meet the wrong ppl.those bad habits started creeping up again, i havent been someone i've proud of, for the past 2 mths.but good thing i still have friends who would bring me back to my roots, though they dont really know it.but i appreciate the positive influence they had on me indirectly.cause the words that comes out from their mouth makes me think.and i'm glad school started.cause now, i feel free again.away from the restrictions of work.away from those bad influences..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but with school, comes those assignments and projects.it is my last year in poly anw.year 1 results have been dreadful, but at least i improved for the 2nd year. and i'm aiming to improve more.God Willing.though all the success(except studies) that ppl claimed i had for the past 2 or 3 years, it didnt come just like that.i've had my fair share of criticism, pain and hardship i had to deal with, that changed me to who i am now.i've adapted and i constantly am.i still have a long way to go, i'm just lucky to be meeting a few talented ppl who i've regarded as my close friends.they have taught me well.most importantly, He has taught me well.i'm hoping i wont fall back anymore.i'm hoping for this success to continue.insyaAllah.i'll never stop praying and hoping. i still do feel incomplete at times, but i know, its gonna worth the wait.who is it?i dunno.but at this moment, i just have a pair of eyes in mind.and i dunno why.seriously.its been a few months already.in fact, i've never done anything convincing yet to her.cause she's already someone's, so i cant.i hate to be the third party..we'll see what fate has in store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wassalaams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-7548463012169562261?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7548463012169562261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Pelita Dunia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;a new song.back to my roots, a Malay pop ballad.wrote it a few weeks back.finally its up and running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;listen and comments are appreciated.credits to Mandric for the wonderful arrangement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;will post the lyrics soon. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Pelita Dunia.&lt;br /&gt;pls click the link.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/reyzasounds&lt;br /&gt;wassalaams.&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/10007902-8460479992761910141?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-9085952788534722527</id><published>2008-03-31T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:48:07.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>workaholic and dreamy me.</title><content type='html'>salaams.&lt;br /&gt;throughout this recent 2 mths, i've learnt quite a few things.more on how life then on what i'm supposed to learn on my course though.i getta observe how top musicians and artistes are like and how people behind the scenes make things great for them.i dont really feel all that good about the work i'm doing though.its not the work.its more of the schedule and the minutes and seconds i wasted on standby. i've been missing prayers ever since work started, and its really annoying me.i have been working 3weeks straight since mosaic. and today is the only off day since mosaic.i reach home at 12am almost every day.and i practically cant live without Acap's psp for a day.cause the standby time is awful, waiting for artistes to perform and soundcheck and all.urghh.and it normally take a few hours.that means a few hours of slacking and sleeping at the backstage.imagine at that amount of time i wasted almost everyday at work.i could have practiced at home, strum and write songs..spent quality time with my family.and i dont plan to go anywhere today.just sit at home and rest.i havta brace myself for another 10 days of work.cause it might go on everyday due to the concerts and shows piling up in the coming month.&lt;br /&gt;on e brightside, i do getta setup and watch 2 of my favourite artistes' concerts-Siti Nurhaliza and Maroon 5.and working for this artistes have been invaluable.it sure taught me a lot, these concerts and shows i've done since working in BMC.and i understand more of what its like to be in this industry. a lot of snakes and rats sneaking around, ppl who would make use of you when you dont know how to deal with it.Belief is essential.and maybe one day i'll get to pack a stadium full with audience like how Maroon 5 did at the indoor stadium.i know tis is funny, but when i walked thru that backstage curtain(e same curtain the artistes walk through) to where the stage is, i felt goosebumps.cause i saw a packed stadium, chanting the artistes name. and being the dreamy me, i imagined that it was me, they are waiting and chanting for.haha.maybe one day if things go well...insyaAllah.i know i can do it..&lt;br /&gt;insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-9085952788534722527?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9085952788534722527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-2671034623425650155</id><published>2008-03-24T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T00:19:19.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rumbling.</title><content type='html'>love.i give up.seriously.just effin waste of time.why am i talkin about love when i'm barely 19.and why do ppl my age say they are in love, when they are only 19?hurhur.i believe true love comes once.true love, should be a love that makes you BE a better person.thats my philosophy.think about it ppl.am i right?haha.&lt;br /&gt;i give up.cause i dont see anyone who would reach that expectations of mine.all i should do now is, make sure the future is bright for myself and my family.i can push love aside.its useless.hopeless at the moment..&lt;br /&gt;and luckily, i dont give a damn anymore.seriously,i dont give a damn anymore.they can fuck around all they want.why would i give a damn, when you dont give a damn?hurhur. its all in the past now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-2671034623425650155?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2671034623425650155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=2671034623425650155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/2671034623425650155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/2671034623425650155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/rumbling.html' title='rumbling.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-7055116675856691405</id><published>2008-03-22T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T01:57:05.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;salaams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;siti nurhaliza.an example to follow.but not in the Datuk K sense.hurhur.other than that, she's been an inspiration.she's been someone i look up to since i was a kid, performance-wise. and today, i'm rather lucky to get the chance to witness her up close, and catch her perform by the side stage at esplanade.i actually dreamt a long time ago,sharing a stage with her,singing as her guest performer.HAHA.my company and i was setting up the instruments for her and the band.and i was on standby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;humble and modest, grateful too.i lost count of how many Alhamdulillahs she said during her concert.hurhur.though i didnt get to speak to her, i was too shy to do so.hahaha.but i went home smiling to myself, cause this was what i needed.this chance, and what happenned today.it made me reiterate my desire for singing again. its been a while,cause work has occupied most of my days for the last few wks...today got e singing reyza going again, but it sorta worries me too.cause i dun really know, if what i'm doing is enough to make me reach those heights that i expect myself to reach.self-belief.gotta bear that in mind.and belief in Him.thats most important...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wassalaams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-7055116675856691405?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7055116675856691405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=7055116675856691405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/7055116675856691405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/7055116675856691405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/inspirational.html' title='Inspirational.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-7675931263241870927</id><published>2008-03-16T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:40:38.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mosaic aftermath.</title><content type='html'>salaams&lt;br /&gt;mosaic festival has opened my eyes. and it made me appreciate the ppl behind the shows, production, staging, lighting.all's necessary for a fine show.and this experience is invaluable.backstage work sure is exhausting but its been a fine experience indeed.today's the last day of mosaic..and i'm just hoping, that i'll get to be part of it again, but performing instead..insyaAllah.but noone said its gonna be easy...&lt;br /&gt;MadHatter has been approached by a producer at Talent Quest. and he's very interested in our sound, he's willing to give us special discounts to use his studios.and his studios are not bad at all according to mandric.lets hope everything goes well..if it does, a demo will be done, and that would help us alot in getting big gigs around Singapore.we're really grateful for all the chances, opportunities and support we have had since we're formed.we're not that old in fact, just nearly 6 mths old now...lets hope everyone sticks together.&lt;br /&gt;wassalaam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-7675931263241870927?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7675931263241870927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Voices</title><content type='html'>when is this gonna end?&lt;br /&gt;this ruthless mundane nights and days..&lt;br /&gt;when is it gonna come?&lt;br /&gt;this dream i'm chasing...&lt;br /&gt;complete?pls complete me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sorry, for i've sinned.&lt;br /&gt;those cheap thrills are haunting me again...&lt;br /&gt;should i be fair, when all else aren't?&lt;br /&gt;i'm just hanging onto this thin thread.&lt;br /&gt;below is the temptations and the lure of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;above is my dreams...and Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark voices.go away.&lt;br /&gt;i need some light to show the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show me the way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-8744685725724153684?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-5538172333028521170</id><published>2008-03-12T02:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T03:21:12.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like a stage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;salaams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;life.how long, will it last for you?no matter how long it is, one thing's for certain,we want to stay as happy and contented as possible, achieving every single detail of the goals you set yourself.but how do you know those goals are what's gonna makes you happy?well.that adds a whole new twist to it huh.&lt;br /&gt;we only have less than 100 yrs on this earth, while we spent an eternity, there.yea..there.well,THERE depends on how we do on earth.and in this era we live in,this whole sophisticated world, makes it even harder for us to know.every minute on this earth is being watched.and judged.for life is like a stage.Life is a test really.as simple as that.a huge examination. of faith, strength and survival.for it all just seems to complex with how sophisticated the world has become.feelings.and those voices in your head.its all just gonna make it harder.&lt;br /&gt;time passes like the wind these days.happiness is the ultimate desire.and some choose to believe,with power and wealth..comes happiness.but only temporary.cause at e end of the day, its how you handle life that matters.and THERE will be HERE,in a flash...for we all know,we are near the end. you can choose to ignore it. but there's no denying it.bear that in mind.how bout love?well, it can kill you.or make it seem like you're already THERE.but nothing beats the LOVE that makes you a better a person.thats REAL love.thats LOVE everyone should be making,literally.love is the secret of life.there's no life without love.but then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; again, there's no love and us all, without Him.&lt;br /&gt;i'm no philosopher.i'm just bored.hurhur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;wassalaams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&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/10007902-5538172333028521170?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-8842745179764403741</id><published>2008-03-06T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T00:15:10.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take every chance you get.</title><content type='html'>work.work.work.&lt;br /&gt;empty.empty.empty.&lt;br /&gt;smoke.smoke.smoke.&lt;br /&gt;bad habit.bad habit.bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;gig.gig.gig.&lt;br /&gt;next wednesday.wednesday.wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;madhatter.madhatter.madhatter.&lt;br /&gt;SP amphitheatre.amphitheatre.amphitheatre.&lt;br /&gt;currently songwriting.songwriting.songwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, my life's been work from morning till night, strumming and songwriting after that.and then work again in the morning.over and over again.i miss performing.how ironic that my job now is setting up shows for performers.a friend just went off to cambodia a few days ago.i wish her all the best and may she learn something along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-8842745179764403741?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8842745179764403741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=8842745179764403741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8842745179764403741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8842745179764403741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/take-every-chance-you-get.html' title='take every chance you get.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-6536863928820135429</id><published>2008-02-28T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T01:30:07.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>highhh</title><content type='html'>"for all the things i tell you about. in the end its just up to you.."&lt;br /&gt;well i'm just here to help and show people the way, which i THINK is right...but in e end its really up to them.i guess.i dont force or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;high as a fly right now.exhaustion mixed with emotions of satisfaction.i THINK i did the right thing.like a friend said, 'whoaa..they come and go fast for you huh.' and i just say.'yea as good and as bad as that,hurhur..its like trial and error.'&lt;br /&gt;of cause i hate to be the receiving end of error.but its been like that for some time now.maybe its just me.haha.and like another friend says..'karmaa la reyzaa...'&lt;br /&gt;i kept quiet to that.hahaha.maybe it is...after what happened.whats passed in the past.but i aint one anymore.anywaaaayyyyssssss.....&lt;br /&gt;MadHatter performing at TalentQuest Band Finals..this saturday.at Zouk. and i hope the system aint as sucky as the last performance i had there.am excited and worried at e same time.time and tickets are yet to be confirmed.will announce soon.&lt;br /&gt;selamat malams and nitessssss.hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-6536863928820135429?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6536863928820135429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=6536863928820135429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6536863928820135429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6536863928820135429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/highhh.html' title='highhh'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-7490726392386686823</id><published>2008-02-27T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T00:31:32.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late night prayers.</title><content type='html'>"i'll pray for you..cause its the least i can do."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-7490726392386686823?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7490726392386686823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=7490726392386686823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/7490726392386686823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/7490726392386686823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/late-night-prayers.html' title='late night prayers.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-1537865026772218411</id><published>2008-02-26T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T02:42:53.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smiles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"please make me recall a place, we're once built and lived in..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;funny how things change in time, we move on with our lives.and we cant change, wat has changed, for whats done is done.but i'd be lying if i'd say things are better.in some ways it is. in some ways its not.in some ways, i want it to be like it was.i'd be lying if i'd say i dont miss those times.sadly even good things come to an end. i'm not sad or emo or whatever.this is life.you cant expect things to go your way all the time and you cant expect things to stay the same.you have to adapt. and i'm adapting.how drastic or painful as it is.still, it is life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;had a quick catchup with the guys i hang out with in school just now.good to have those slacking sessions again.they asked how life was going.and i told em the same usual crap. for a moment though, i thought things were going well, smiles were in the air and all.but hey,it all changed in time.i'm still smiling of cause, but not for the same reason anymore.not the same reason i was smiling for the few weeks back.of course i do wish things were the same.but hey,shit happens for a reason.and i'm adapting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and i dreamt for 3 consecutive nights.of someone.plain weird.random dreams maybe? but 3 consecutive nights? sheesh the same pair of eyes i used to talk about.nahh shouldnt think too much about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-1537865026772218411?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1537865026772218411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=1537865026772218411' title='0 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bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;"one last thing to do..and i'll be gone. for what's done is done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just what i need.thank you very much.*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;is it broken...?&lt;br /&gt;damn i miss the stage.seriously.i need it to make all these go away.pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is hope?&lt;br /&gt;wassalaam.&lt;br /&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/10007902-797834353117542731?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/797834353117542731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=797834353117542731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/797834353117542731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/797834353117542731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/final-piece.html' title='the final piece?'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-145995135575676185</id><published>2008-02-21T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T00:21:07.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"good things in life are hard to find."&lt;br /&gt;damn right.how good they are is another matter though.hurhur.but no matter what.cherish it,appreciate it.you'll never know...these things might just fade away tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-145995135575676185?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/145995135575676185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=145995135575676185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/145995135575676185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/145995135575676185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-things-in-life-are-hard-to-find.html' title=''/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-5789638582556373991</id><published>2008-02-20T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:01:54.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>truth's unfolding.</title><content type='html'>the truth would gradually show its two-faced agenda.give it time and it'll eventually show its true colours.we'll see how far it goes.until then..dont fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;hurhur.cause its gonna be a big loss.if you dont.&lt;br /&gt;dont take this kindness for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaams.&lt;br /&gt;reyza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-5789638582556373991?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5789638582556373991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=5789638582556373991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/5789638582556373991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/5789638582556373991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/truths-unfolding.html' title='truth&apos;s unfolding.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-6689105643491622264</id><published>2008-02-19T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:35:10.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that kid.</title><content type='html'>overheard a conversation my mum had with her friend on the phone just now.and she was talking about me.how i used to be against music when i was a kid, begging and telling my dad not to waste his time.i used to hug his leg, not allowing him to leave the house for his jamming and gigging sessions.and i used to be scolded by him because of it.how ironic cause look at me now.i dont know how, and why.now i'm e one caught up in music.funny how things turned out.i really hope i'm not wasting my time in this thing called music.its the closest thing i have, that makes me feel complete.CLOSEST.but not complete yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-6689105643491622264?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6689105643491622264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=6689105643491622264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6689105643491622264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6689105643491622264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/that-kid.html' title='that kid.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-6195175479910762582</id><published>2008-02-18T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T00:32:00.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"cause i know i aint much..."&lt;br /&gt;and all i can do is pray...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-6195175479910762582?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6195175479910762582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=6195175479910762582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6195175479910762582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6195175479910762582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/cause-i-know-i-aint-much.html' title=''/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-5081653208292607589</id><published>2008-02-18T01:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T01:58:58.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories and me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"cause all i have is sincerity..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;had a beautiful night sitting by the waters of esplanade, while the BMC gang took a chill pill after a teardown.and the sight of those sparkling waters under the stars, reminded me of one beautiful image that had sparks fly inside me a few weeks back.inspired me to write a song.it was beautiful.but things hasnt been beautiful lately i guess.cause i havent had the reassurance that i was hoping for, ever since.and i know who i am.just an average boy who sings.with nothing much to offer in the exterior.just showing the right way and making sure ppl around me laugh and smile.simple as that. and i cant expect everything to go my way...if it does go my way, Alhamdulillah for sure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"so you do think of me afterall?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;just thoughts, nothing more?hurhur.i'll be there, have always been..if you realise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-5081653208292607589?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5081653208292607589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=5081653208292607589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but would be lying if i say i never think of this vicious cycle i'm in ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;effing turnoff.when i think about this: theres dozens of fishermens going for the same fish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but then again, who am i anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;music.how contradicting that its my passion BUT also my enemy.especially when i see those ppl losing themselves in Chingay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;worked out an original for MadHatter,wonder if the bandmates would like it..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;inspired, each time i see a grand stage with a huge crowd like just now's Chingay stage.feel like going up there and grab the mic.hurhur.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;its 4.27am at e moment, a&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d i cant help to think hows this cycle's gonna end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"and i just wonder...do you ever think of me?"-NeYo's Do You. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-1587830534162895938?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1587830534162895938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=1587830534162895938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/1587830534162895938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/1587830534162895938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/thoughts-in-jiffy.html' title='Thoughts in a jiffy.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-3468151566584049432</id><published>2008-02-16T01:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T02:08:25.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gdnite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dont &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;let love be the kisses,the hugs,the romance,the sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;instead, let love be what it has made you.and when you cant differentiate the right from the wrong and the good from the bad anymore because of love, well...its pretty obvious it ain't love you're feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;think about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;BUT, it doesnt hurt to lay a few kisses,hugs and romance.hurhur.just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITHOUT&lt;/span&gt; the...you know what i mean.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-3468151566584049432?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3468151566584049432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=3468151566584049432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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me to feel this way.natural.i'm a human being afterall.and patience has its effing limits.just dont let this be a mistake.pls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SubhanAllah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*pls show me the way...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-3780835146343057834?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3780835146343057834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=3780835146343057834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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thoughts and shit jumbled up in my mind..they want bliss.we want bliss.she wants bliss.i want bliss.everyone wants bliss.and i wish bliss comes as simply as a word.&lt;br /&gt;i know,i'm no superman.but i always try to, when it comes to you.such a sucker when it comes to this thing called love, when all i have is sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;is this another case of nice guys finish last...?but still if it all ends up in shatters, there's always a lesson to be learnt.and well i'm quite used to it anw.i'm gonna figure out whats e lesson this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lesson most prolly issss..... DONT ASK FOR GIRLS NO.HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;this wouldnt happen if i never asked for it right?no singing to.there wouldnt be a Summer Rose and Night Allura too. and no DUCK AND MOUSE too.HAHAHA.wth.self-amusement.&lt;br /&gt;damn, this is what i do to make me feel better.blog and talk crap.hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaaam.&lt;br /&gt;Reyza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-67204324761117491?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/67204324761117491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=67204324761117491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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literally forgotten its the end of me being a 2nd year student in SP.hoho!.a lot of shit, highs and lows happened in the 2nd year and 2007 has been wonderful. but i thoroughly enjoyed it.perhaps, the busiest year in my life so far.come to think of it, i didnt expect myself to get involved with a lot of commitments and competitions last year, with the huge pressure mounting on these shoulders due to studies.but whatever happened, has happened. and it made me to who i am now.so i thank God for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2007 continued my effort to be a better person.yea, and put the shitty things i've done in my past away.had a drastic change of character and still improving i hope.and i prefer this me.reduced those cheap thrills as much as i could and focused on achieving my goals.i hate to brag.but i feel like it just to make me feel better.huhu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so here's the significant moments in 2nd year in a brief: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Came in 1st for Singapore's first National Artiste and Repertoire challenge, representing Singapore Poly.thanks 6FM.=) (April 07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Interviewed by ChannelNewsAsia, Suria and Berita Harian because of the win.woohoo.(April 07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SP Crescendo, singing competition organized by SP's Student Union,got 3rd.(May 07)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got to perform at various venues that i've been dreaming to perform at:Esplanade, Zouk.DXO.Sentosa.Downtown East.but mostly its been in SP. and i got this feeling, ppl are getting sick seeing my face in SP's gigs.hurhur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sch of Media and Infocomm(SMIT) Talentime, emerged 1st.(Sep 07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SP Star, SP's biggest singing competition,came in 2nd.(Nov 07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Formed MadHatter with a few of my coursemates and took part in Singapore's biggest Band Competition, Yamaha AsianBeat 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we emerged 3rd. and prolly the biggest prize i've ever been awarded so far.Best Vocalist.thanks MadHatter.=)(Dec 07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Made a lot of 'gerek!!' friends.SSP powerrr.Took part in Muzikarama 07.(Oct 07)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ouhh and i met a girl.that emcee from RP.hahaha.(lateeeestttt!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i really hope this things go on and that i continue to progress..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Syukur for 2007,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one things amiss there.but hey, i'm being patient here.the time will come.InsyaAllah...and only then i know i'm complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No matter what, keep that head low.never be too satisfied, cause i still have a long way to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'd prolly get little time to blog after today cause attachment's starting tmr.hope everything goes smoothly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*i just wanna make you smile...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaams.&lt;br /&gt;reyza hamizan.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-8198081410586380864</id><published>2008-02-09T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T02:30:21.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jigsaw pieces.</title><content type='html'>salaams.&lt;br /&gt;emotions brewing in this heart.i dun really know if this is right or wrong.i guess i'll only know after the consequences of it all.so i'm tryna see what the future's gonna be.a jigsaw piece appears every single day.slowly, the picture is coming into frame.and all kinds of questions pop out in this mind.the answers are slowly coming. good or bad?its up to me and what i do.or rather, HOW i do it.i dont want history to repeat itself over and over again.this cycle.as vicious as it is, i'm staying put.cause i know one day it'll worth all the wait and effort.all the care and concern.and you, please give me a sign.that i'm not in this alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my emo posts.hurhur.sorry, just so u know, this is the only medium where i can really relieve these thoughts of mine.dont read it if its too emo for you.cause its gonna make you puke.haha.read that line up this window,"the other side of me", explains everything doesnt it?and for all the laughs, jokes and smiles i show or make.there's always that other side of me..and its here where that side thrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaam.&lt;br /&gt;reyza hamizan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-8198081410586380864?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8198081410586380864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Night Allura</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The moon's full above...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;With the stars shimmering on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Raindrops dissolved..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Into the air..disappear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Sparks start to fly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Sparks in your eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;hope's just a cry away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;And ooohhh never been too beautiful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;And ooohhh never been too wonderful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Laughter and Smiles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Just ecstasy, and never too vile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Flavors of favors...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Nothing but the night's savour..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i cant find the best way to express myself than writing and singing.so here's a new song.still working on it though.took me less than 2 hrs for it.gotta put more time on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;being nice has its flaws.and i know i shouldnt but, i cant help it.somehow i wish i could bring the old me back. just the part of not being that nice that is.cause in the end u'll just get your face stepped on.its as bad when ppl dont appreciate it.whatever it is, i'm just doing my job as a friend, if noone gives a damn, well at least He knows i care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"But soon the sun will shine for you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well, if you let it shine la.dont use an umbrella...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;get what i mean??hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaams.&lt;br /&gt;reyza hamizan.&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/10007902-8053038025344580318?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8053038025344580318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=8053038025344580318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8053038025344580318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8053038025344580318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/night-allura.html' title='Night Allura'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-652041199969291328</id><published>2008-02-06T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:44:46.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superficiality</title><content type='html'>Salaams.&lt;br /&gt;its a sad case that nice guys finish last in this ruthless era.and see those ppl with bikes and cars, well, they get all of the ***** .superficiality, its a reason why we all are killin' ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;spare some thought before we fall shall we?this is for one and all.specific to one and general to all.if it hits your mind, well you better get off this superficial crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaams.&lt;br /&gt;reyza hamizan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-652041199969291328?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/652041199969291328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=652041199969291328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/652041199969291328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/652041199969291328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/superficiality.html' title='superficiality'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-3459825271181184633</id><published>2008-02-04T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:16:28.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Deeper.</title><content type='html'>salaams.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why i'm saying this, but history suggests somethin' is gonna happen in a few days.yea.i dunno if its gonna be good or bad.i dun really know.all i know is, i'm trapped and i dunno if its gonna worth e time being trapped, or its just another waste of time.history has a knack of repeating for me, especially the past few years.and know what, for all the nice things they promised, it all ended up broken in the end. so i wont be expecting much, i'm just gonna hope, and if it does happen and if this hope's finally bearing fruit, then Alhamdulillah.if not, well i'm just gonna laugh at myself in the end cause its gonna be another test.(and you, at least make me feel appreciated please..)and for the time being, i'm figuring out the picture in this unraveling jigsaw puzzle.(if you're smart enough, look deeper and dont just lay your eyes on the surface.cause in the end its the heart that matters.)&lt;br /&gt;i doubt anyone would understand what i'm saying here.go figure.&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile i'm too free for my own good these days.gonna help out over at my mum's shop later.at least i have somethin to do and at least i'll do some good for my mum, who has been all too worked up and stressed out.humble work at a kopitiam.i dun care much.its e thought that matters.the sight of her tears lingers on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaams,&lt;br /&gt;reyza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-3459825271181184633?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-5523351535936031742</id><published>2008-02-03T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:30:56.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexplainable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Thoughts of somethin' beautiful and divine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Always unwinding.. encages the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Almost unsealing, engages the mines..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;That moves in hidings, between the lines..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;An image stuck on a mental picture frame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Nailed and hung up gently, deep inside the head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;A swirl of emotions,unending and untamed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Complex and confused.. it cant be explained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ouh man, i need a prayer.hurhur.and please go away whatever i'm feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wassalaams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Reyza Hamizan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-5523351535936031742?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-2155331612465226105</id><published>2008-02-03T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T15:51:27.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just beautiful.</title><content type='html'>Salaams.&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful night yesterday indeed.its been a while, since i get to admire personally the shimmering waters and the splendid atmosphere of clark quay. simply breathtaking and refreshing, after mundane days of school and gigs.  B Quartet was amazing.inspiring.and certainly one of the most awesome gigs i've been to. they really stand among the internationally acclaimed bands in my eyes and ears.beautiful songs, and great showmanship.  i would say they are at the top of my list at e moment.makes me proud when they are our very own singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;it sure is very nice to see the girl from sandbox again.and thanks for accompanying me and the starbucks.and glad u do enjoy the day.a very nice girl indeed.*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;to sum everything up, i could possibly write somethin bout yesterday.just beautiful that includes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can see the world in your eyes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalaam,&lt;br /&gt;Reyza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-2155331612465226105?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2155331612465226105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=2155331612465226105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/2155331612465226105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/2155331612465226105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-beautiful.html' title='just beautiful.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-6175257638172414570</id><published>2008-02-01T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T02:09:08.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions and The Mind.</title><content type='html'>salaams.&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand how emotions can get the best out of me.how it pollutes the mind sometimes.i dont mean, its no good. it does bring joy and the extra spark in life.just that, when unwanted emotions do get into your mind, it controls what you do and influences the people that surrounds you.and no matter how you hate it, you can never run away from it.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow i wished i was immune to it all.to all the cheap thrills life has to offer.but i aint no angel.i'm a human being.still vulnerable to emotions, feelings and love.how these, controls the mind.&lt;br /&gt;and the best thing to do is to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note. somehow, it certainly feels good when you know you made someone smile and them appreciating it.and it sorta drive my woes away.to keep that smile up, makes me smile i guess...so please keep on smiling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaam,&lt;br /&gt;Reyza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-6175257638172414570?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6175257638172414570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=6175257638172414570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6175257638172414570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6175257638172414570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/emotions-and-mind.html' title='Emotions and The Mind.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-870703287165395284</id><published>2008-01-29T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T15:44:55.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Rose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Summer, sun shining brighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Temperature's rising..we're sweating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Under the sun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Its a perfect setting, a vibrant place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;A new beginning, a brand new day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;The bruises' fading, but the empty scar remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Red as a rose, welling tears on your coast..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Grey clouds shrouding the light from you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;But soon the sun will shine for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;the majestic sky's a navy blue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;the wind will blow, your hair sways with a flow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;with the grains of hope up your toes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Feet in the sand, an air of romance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;the feeling of freedom, and heaven's bliss descends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;salaams.got this tune stuck in my head, wrote the lyrics down. i wonder when do i get to record it and fix it in tangible form.but i havta get the arrangement bit down first.which i'm very weak at. if you ask whats the meaning of it all behind the lyrics.its not that hard to figure out when you know what i've been going through.well actually its not about me or my life.just instilling hope in someone i know.&lt;br /&gt;wassalaams.&lt;br /&gt;Reyza.&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/10007902-870703287165395284?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/870703287165395284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=870703287165395284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/870703287165395284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/870703287165395284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/summer-rose.html' title='Summer Rose.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-195493058827731674</id><published>2008-01-26T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T01:36:03.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts in tangible form.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;salaams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;emptiness do make me feel crappy. its hard to explain. i should be grateful with everything i have.God, my family, my friends, the singing, the performing, the response from the audience. MadHatter, SSP..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;in fact i am grateful. just that i'm not feeling as good as i should be about it.something's amiss.and its obvious aint it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;annoying really.  and i wished things were clearer.that i wont be facing the ceiling in the middle of the night regretting, in the coming days or weeks.. and IF this is another test. i hope i do make it through and overcome this with the best way possible. insyaAllah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;wassalaam and goodnite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Reyza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-5685751398936145429</id><published>2008-01-23T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:31:34.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sandbox</title><content type='html'>salaams. here's some sandbox pictures. a lovely day and theres that emcee of theirs.haha.well, i cant get rid of that one embarrassing moment out of my mind.made a new friend i guess.ouh and say goodbye to that messy hair of mine.the videos are still bein held and not uploaded yet.tmr most probably.thanks to Melissa for coming all the way to sentosa just to take photos of fugly MadHatter. haha.and i must say, the photos are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/R5dNainAf8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/rE2sUShyfcg/s1600-h/DSC_2144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/R5dNainAf8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/rE2sUShyfcg/s320/DSC_2144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158677016538546114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                           Sweatin' like a pig under that shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/R5dONinAf9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/z_DsAMp3VyA/s1600-h/DSC_2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/R5dONinAf9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/z_DsAMp3VyA/s320/DSC_2157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158677892711874514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                        that annoying hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/R5dO5inAf-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/diCO0Nddm90/s1600-h/DSC_2220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/R5dO5inAf-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/diCO0Nddm90/s320/DSC_2220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158678648626118626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     i think is the part where i looked at the lyrics.hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, a very enjoyable day indeed. the novelties, funny people. and cheryl's vocals. gotta admire that. and that emcee of theirs.hahaha.rite. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaam,&lt;br /&gt;Reyza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/10007902-5685751398936145429?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5685751398936145429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=5685751398936145429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/5685751398936145429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/5685751398936145429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/sandbox.html' title='sandbox'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/R5dNainAf8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/rE2sUShyfcg/s72-c/DSC_2144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-1200426907121959009</id><published>2008-01-21T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:52:29.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e better days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;salaams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its been some time since i uploaded any pictures in this blog. this blog looks too 'pictureless'.hurhur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we're still waiting for the Sandbox pics and videos to be uploaded.assignments consumed us all i guess.it should be up by this wk.i hope.hurhur.here's some pics of MadHatter's performance at SP Open House.i could only select a few, bcos i look effin bad in most of it.hurhur.just look at what i'm wearing. this is what happens when u wake up late in the morning and you forget you havta go on stage.hoho!luckily its just a school gig...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/R5SdVIwusxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gsEoVGSv7Sc/s1600-h/IMG_6116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/R5SdVIwusxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gsEoVGSv7Sc/s320/IMG_6116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157920459700744978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           i got the 'pergi kedai bawah blok' look.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/R5ScUYwuswI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ojnm8DhUUOY/s1600-h/IMG_6101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/R5ScUYwuswI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ojnm8DhUUOY/s320/IMG_6101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157919347304215298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;headLESS james&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/R5ShnowuszI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Bnn5KvlPQYo/s1600-h/IMG_6112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/R5ShnowuszI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Bnn5KvlPQYo/s320/IMG_6112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157925175574836018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Machiam rockstar! machiam only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyways.things have been better. like how year 2 is ending soon.its been a heck of a ride.swift too.just need one more thing and that would really make my day.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;one more thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wassalaam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reyza&lt;/span&gt;&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/10007902-1200426907121959009?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1200426907121959009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=1200426907121959009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/1200426907121959009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/1200426907121959009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/salaams.html' title='e better days.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/R5SdVIwusxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gsEoVGSv7Sc/s72-c/IMG_6116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-5834988436153216949</id><published>2008-01-20T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:33:00.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Funny how things fall in place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;how life's pre-destined in phase..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;every step of the way is like a piece of jigsaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;we wont know the picture until it all fits without a flaw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;thats the problem of it all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;if only things were as clear as crystal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;we wouldnt regret and fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;into this trap that surrounds us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;but its inevitable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;this trap its unavoidable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;you'll have to face it once or twice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;thats where you'll learn not to make it thrice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;but how would you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;when you're just going with the flow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;you'll realise its another jigsaw puzzle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;you'll have to fit every piece in without a trouble..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;If you do manage to figure it out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;only then you'll realise life's worth a shout..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;cause everything's fine like its meant to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;when there's that smile you've been longing to see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get what i mean??&lt;br /&gt;hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;wassalaam and gdnite people.&lt;br /&gt;Reyza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-5834988436153216949?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5834988436153216949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=5834988436153216949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/5834988436153216949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/5834988436153216949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/jigsaw-puzzle.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-8700893342638757982</id><published>2008-01-16T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:57:34.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>contradictory.</title><content type='html'>salaams..&lt;br /&gt;its a real amazing piece of wonder. a really puzzling amazing piece of wonder.and i just cant seem to understand why i think this way. moodswings once again it strikes.&lt;br /&gt;and this song, how it suits perfectly to the mood i'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder why i behave in such a contradicting manner.i guess i wanted something but i didnt thought of the consequence of it all. and i'm afraid i would be trapped in this circle again. this vicious cycle.  and end up staring at e ceiling in the middle of e night, regretting falling into the trap.&lt;br /&gt;met this girl in a gig.&lt;br /&gt;attraction.&lt;br /&gt;and well. infatuation maybe.&lt;br /&gt;but then again. its e consequence i'm afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;which is why, i wonder what do i really want?&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just havta learn to accept the truth at e end of it all.&lt;br /&gt;once again this mind starts rolling into a pool of emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;and i would most likely end up overthinkin and overreacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess what i need prolly rite now is a prayer.&lt;br /&gt;cause all i am is a weakling in His presence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaam.&lt;br /&gt;Riza Hamizan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-8700893342638757982?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8700893342638757982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=8700893342638757982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8700893342638757982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/8700893342638757982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/contradictory.html' title='contradictory.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-3954229382161241923</id><published>2008-01-07T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T00:01:25.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIATUS</title><content type='html'>Salaams...&lt;br /&gt;i know i've not updated for a while.and i dont think i'm gonna for a while.maybe forever.i dunno.so many things have been happening.its crazy these days. i'm averagin' 4 gigs per mth these days.i think i have one every week, for e last 2mths or so. and that plus school, equals tonnes of workload and pressure.but i aint complaining.just that i wished i hav tat something special to look forward to other than gigs and school..and sadly, i dont. and i'm losing hope in it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm on hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;anw, anyone bored this saturday..head down to Tanjong Beach at Sentosa and catch me and MadHatter for our first 30min set gig.hahaha.yes,u read that rite. its our first real gig, putting Asian Beat aside. i really do hope, this band goes somewhere and end up somewhere, cause i never really had a band so full of potential.i think thats about all.&lt;br /&gt;still wishing and waiting for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaam and goodnite,&lt;br /&gt;Reyza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-3954229382161241923?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3954229382161241923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=3954229382161241923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/3954229382161241923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/3954229382161241923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/hiatus.html' title='HIATUS'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-1560811742908743166</id><published>2007-12-22T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T23:41:35.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kenca tirana at heart.</title><content type='html'>Salaams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in a long long time, i teared.  as i watched Kenca Tirana performed in Piala Khatulistiwa this year, all e memories came back into my mind.  From the moment i stepped foot into the dikir world, they paved the way for me.and i realise my dreams and ambitions from there on...They were severely lacking in manpower and i could hav been there to help them.  but instead i was watching them from e stands..telling myself," this is where it all started, but i'm not doing them any favors by just watching." my eyes cant take it at that moment. i broke down. cause i know i wont get to relive those moments again. the fun we had, the success too.there was a time haising was labelled as the best sec sch dikir. but everything no matter bad or good will come to an end. and i havta face that.i'd like to apologize for not being there for kenca when it matters.&lt;br /&gt;no matter what, i'll always treasure kenca tirana at heart. cause its where this journey of mine started.e memories wont fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Keturunan Putera Ke-7, u guys gave your best. we didn't retain the title. but remember failure leads to success.i'd like to apologize as well, cause i screwed up my part as the juara.  there's next year to look forward to my SP bros.insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people move on as they grow.and we humans cant hold on to things forever.&lt;br /&gt;i'm moving on. but i wont forget my roots. i wont forget where i started. the people. the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaam.&lt;br /&gt;Riza Hamizan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-1560811742908743166?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1560811742908743166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=1560811742908743166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/1560811742908743166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/1560811742908743166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/kenca-tirana-at-heart.html' title='kenca tirana at heart.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-6408687892402779560</id><published>2007-12-14T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T00:25:00.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you got no idea do you?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;salaams.&lt;br /&gt;glad the performance cum presentation went well just now.Alhamdulillah.felt weird being the only one talking about vocal when the other coursemates talk about their instruments.&lt;br /&gt;had dikir practice these days. kinda brings back the memories of those times in my old sec sch, where i started singing.  i sound totally malay back then, and i had problems switching to english, bcos ppl would say i sound too 'mat-ish' or malay for english songs. and guess what, now its e opposite, though i cant really get rid of that malay-ness in my voice.its in the blood.hurhur.now i realise, i sang too much english songs that, i kinda lost the 'lenggok' in traditional malay.and i'm still working on the juara song,fixing a melody into lyrics aint the best way of composing, but havta cause the lyrics cant be changed. and the competition is like only a week away.sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;and the people were saying,' kau jgn luper lirik lagi sudahhh...'&lt;br /&gt;insyaAllah guys.hurhur.i hope i wont. they are a really rowdy bunch.kinda annoying at times but it does help me distract myself from what i'm going thru at the moment.i cant do much can i?all i can do is pray and wait for it to happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;today's quote: "So much to look forward to, than just you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaam.&lt;br /&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/10007902-6408687892402779560?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6408687892402779560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=6408687892402779560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6408687892402779560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/6408687892402779560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/salaams.html' title=''/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-531271606768576641</id><published>2007-12-08T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:05:55.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Truth</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;wrote this on the long journey home from mediacorp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What if i say i've been pretending?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The truth, from you i've been hiding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;these emotions, they keep growing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;at each sight of you, i keep melting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What if i say i've fallen deep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for that sparkle in your eyes, makes me weak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and do you realise, i cant speak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;on the very first time that we meet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What if i say that all this while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my heart's burning in denial..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cause for you i'll go the extra mile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;just so as to see you smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;now what if i tell you the truth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;would you tell me your heart's worth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;would you let me show what you deserve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;would you give me a chance in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*if you do know what i mean. give me a sign...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;wassalaam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Riza Hamizan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/10007902-531271606768576641?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/531271606768576641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=531271606768576641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/531271606768576641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/531271606768576641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/hidden-truth.html' title='Hidden Truth'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-3379908710959682132</id><published>2007-12-04T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T16:49:45.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos up.=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Salaams to whoever reads this blog.hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;the videos of AsianBeat are finally up.woohoo.so feel free to visit MadHatter's myspace.i kept laughing at myself watchin those videos.cause i didnt realise i moved that much, and clearly i was high on stage.hurhur...i know this is overdue but the SP Star performance is up. here's the url.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZf0VlmJLd8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry it took a while.hurhur.and do comment at our myspaces if u feel like it.=)&lt;br /&gt;Wassalaam,&lt;br /&gt;Riza Hamizan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-3379908710959682132?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3379908710959682132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=3379908710959682132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/3379908710959682132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/3379908710959682132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/salaams-to-whoever-reads-this-blog.html' title='Videos up.=)'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007902.post-3549661934008491301</id><published>2007-12-02T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:08:07.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AsianBeat Aftermath.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Salaams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;AsianBeat is over.And this competition has been an invaluable experience in my point of view.the first time i've competed in a band competition.i've never thought we could go this far.MadHatter's less than 2 mths old, and the youngest in the competition, yet we bagged 3rd placing.Alhamdulillah.its good enough guys.and we should be grateful.it really shows how much potential we got as a band, and i hope we'll push further.baybeats audition's coming up and not forgetting our very own MadHatter concert next year in SP.am really looking forward to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i was shaking when i took those steps up the stage.having seen the other bands who are awesome in their own ways.as always, i never do expect anything out of it. i was tellin myself to do my best the whole time.Reachin the finals is already an achievement itself,since this is the biggest band competition in Singapore.i never knew this until Mandric told me the day before.hurhur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winning 'Best Vocalist' was another shock.and i've only have this to say bout that.Alhamdulillah.rezeki.i was told by Mandric that there's no winner for best vocalist the year before.i was further humbled by that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i'd like to say thanks again to the people who came down.everyone's support was vital yesterday.thanks to budak2 SSP especially, who was there to watch both SP star and AsianBeat finals.really appreciate it.God bless u guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the videos of the finals will be posted tmr nite at MadHatter's myspace.please do visit our myspace and support local music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/R1KeF-QRDbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/IaMrlGjMjKo/s1600-R/asianbeat+finals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/R1KeF-QRDbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sVySDCdrkmE/s320/asianbeat+finals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139343950230916530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;taken from Namira's blog.nice shot mira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*though i dont see that pair of eyes amongst the crowd..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nonetheless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alhamdulillah for a wonderful night. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;wassalaam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Riza Hamizan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007902-3549661934008491301?l=trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3549661934008491301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007902&amp;postID=3549661934008491301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/3549661934008491301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007902/posts/default/3549661934008491301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinathingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/asianbeat-aftermath.html' title='AsianBeat Aftermath.'/><author><name>a human being</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998232294508700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viMVps2PhEg/R1KeF-QRDbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sVySDCdrkmE/s72-c/asianbeat+finals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
