<?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-2584830587017063151</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:48:04.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Emo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584830587017063151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mattrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232119719506697656</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584830587017063151.post-5979850725526168368</id><published>2010-04-02T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T10:08:31.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape Reality</title><content type='html'>I've been living in a virtual world for almost 4 months now&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding new friends and living in my own dreams&lt;br /&gt;How long can this last?&lt;br /&gt;SPM is coming and I am stll here&lt;br /&gt;In my virtual world,&lt;br /&gt;Can I escape reality?&lt;br /&gt;CHKL was hell when i was there&lt;br /&gt;But when i changed schoool that hell became dreams for me&lt;br /&gt;Studying in an odd school&lt;br /&gt;Malays all around you&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of giving up &lt;br /&gt;Hope that all will be better soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584830587017063151-5979850725526168368?l=flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com/feeds/5979850725526168368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com/2010/04/escape-reality.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584830587017063151/posts/default/5979850725526168368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584830587017063151/posts/default/5979850725526168368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com/2010/04/escape-reality.html' title='Escape Reality'/><author><name>Mattrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232119719506697656</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584830587017063151.post-5084004033952607296</id><published>2010-03-10T23:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:53:19.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sungha Jung</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OHa9wJ8eFQ/S5igdCk8ItI/AAAAAAAAAAg/KNwi0ZPz1w8/s1600-h/tour_schedule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OHa9wJ8eFQ/S5igdCk8ItI/AAAAAAAAAAg/KNwi0ZPz1w8/s320/tour_schedule.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447280170073072338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people refer him as the "guitar prodigy"&lt;br /&gt;Some call him the next Mozart&lt;br /&gt;I call him my Idol&lt;br /&gt;A talented guitarist that happens to play guitar since a very young age&lt;br /&gt;Just 10... Guitar is not an easy-to-handle instrument&lt;br /&gt;You need to have long fingers and press quite hard on those metal strings&lt;br /&gt;5 years of practising&lt;br /&gt;He is now one of the 100 main attractions for Korea&lt;br /&gt;Only at 13 years old he is now currently&lt;br /&gt;Giving out perfomance in various countries,&lt;br /&gt;I believe he will sure be one of the top fingerstyle guitarist &lt;br /&gt;In the world.&lt;br /&gt;Till Then&lt;br /&gt;Sucess = 99% Perspiration + 1% Inspiration - Sungha Jung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584830587017063151-5084004033952607296?l=flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com/feeds/5084004033952607296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com/2010/03/sungha-jung.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584830587017063151/posts/default/5084004033952607296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584830587017063151/posts/default/5084004033952607296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com/2010/03/sungha-jung.html' title='Sungha Jung'/><author><name>Mattrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232119719506697656</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OHa9wJ8eFQ/S5igdCk8ItI/AAAAAAAAAAg/KNwi0ZPz1w8/s72-c/tour_schedule.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584830587017063151.post-4906355746182783175</id><published>2010-03-09T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:43:39.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Emo</title><content type='html'>Gone were those days when the naive me&lt;br /&gt;Fooled around the school,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna change entirely to Mr.Emo&lt;br /&gt;Those days that we fooled with teachers,&lt;br /&gt;Flirting with girls and other stuff&lt;br /&gt;Is now only a memory for me,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my friends for supporting me,&lt;br /&gt;I've totally changed my personality,&lt;br /&gt;And you guys were right SMK is really hell,&lt;br /&gt;As a racist since the day i was born,&lt;br /&gt;I really can't stand the language BM,&lt;br /&gt;Really frustating language,&lt;br /&gt;I'm living on a Motto&lt;br /&gt;LET BYGONES BE BYGONES&lt;br /&gt;And I've met a strict sejarah teacher,&lt;br /&gt;Who actually just bullshits the whole lesson,&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe one chapter of that damn subject,&lt;br /&gt;Taught in mere 1.5 hours,&lt;br /&gt;And those history of Malaysia bores people to death,&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a slab of shit praising how did Malays fight for themselves,&lt;br /&gt;Where is 1Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT &lt;&lt; Found it?&lt;br /&gt;All sucessful students migrating to other contries,&lt;br /&gt;And this Motto came... It's quite obvious that it is a failure&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of sweet memories often make me smile for no reason in SMK&lt;br /&gt;Those days when i had almost 1k friends in school,&lt;br /&gt;And now Mr.Emo has no friends in school,&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's not really too bad,&lt;br /&gt;Teachers and students think I'm some crazy kid&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind I don't care how others think about me,&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis's Better In Time is proved right,&lt;br /&gt;When time passes by you will definitely feel better,&lt;br /&gt;But as Mr.Emo Ive nothing much to say,&lt;br /&gt;Now only music is my true friend,&lt;br /&gt;My guitar which is covered in dirt finally enjoys some fresh air,&lt;br /&gt;Classical music which I enjoy &lt;br /&gt;Is said that it's rubbish and just old-fashioned.&lt;br /&gt;They do not understand the language of music,&lt;br /&gt;Modern music was founded based on classical music ,&lt;br /&gt;And those who really understands Rock music,&lt;br /&gt;Should know the era that this kind of music ,&lt;br /&gt;Was once considered as Satan's music&lt;br /&gt;Youtube the phrase "backmasking music"&lt;br /&gt;The most famous songs are "Hotel California" by The Eagles &lt;br /&gt;and "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zepplin ,&lt;br /&gt;One of my close friend was once a devout satanist,&lt;br /&gt;He saw with his own eyes Moloch,&lt;br /&gt;Or better known as the father of child sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;Since then, he quitted in a hard way.&lt;br /&gt;Nite pals&lt;br /&gt;I had nightmares &lt;br /&gt;I had dreams&lt;br /&gt;Because of my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;My nightmare dissapeared-Rey Mysterio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584830587017063151-4906355746182783175?l=flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com/feeds/4906355746182783175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com/2010/03/mr-emo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584830587017063151/posts/default/4906355746182783175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584830587017063151/posts/default/4906355746182783175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com/2010/03/mr-emo.html' title='Mr. Emo'/><author><name>Mattrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232119719506697656</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584830587017063151.post-3929943244969562628</id><published>2010-02-05T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T06:47:41.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life, Literally A Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After leaving CHKL ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life changed for me ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The talkkative me became a stone at the corner of my classroom ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going to school was a burden for me ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without anymore friends and a weird  character of mine ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How can I easilly find friends ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With no interest in sports and the entertaiment news ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's hard to find any friends in SMK ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The pressure of re-studying form 4 things is also quite big ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've even thought of giving up studying ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For about 15 years of studying ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Should i give up at the last year ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is already meaningless for me ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sleeping at 3~4am and sleep in the classroom ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teachers talking crap in class and don't let you study yourself,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the meaning of education?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I litterally a failure in human mankind ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Should I reagain counsiousness and stand up again ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can I endure the pain I've pass through few years ago ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mixing with Mat Rempits and Drug addicts can be fun ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will my future be bright ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I find it meanigless to live on ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Therefore I've started giving all things&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friends, are vital for me i can't live without them ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, the only friend i got is music ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Music theraphy is believed to heal someone's soul ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it dosen't seem effective for me ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Farewell my friends ,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I should be leaving for a better world soon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584830587017063151-3929943244969562628?l=flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com/feeds/3929943244969562628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-life-literally-failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584830587017063151/posts/default/3929943244969562628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584830587017063151/posts/default/3929943244969562628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-life-literally-failure.html' title='My Life, Literally A Failure'/><author><name>Mattrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232119719506697656</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-2584830587017063151.post-7628225298642099504</id><published>2009-10-24T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T00:24:27.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Future My Job</title><content type='html'>I've never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thinked&lt;/span&gt; of my future in the past till last night when i attended a speech by 2 very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; people in the Amway company. One was profession in 2 degrees, bio and medics. You must think that he is an old man with white hair but actually he was a man in his early twenties. After finishing his studies, he was invited to Singapore to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; a scientist directly under the president of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;, Mr Lee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Guang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yao&lt;/span&gt;. He was told to do research on cells that cause cancer. His income was paid in Currency that is used in Singapore (2 times the money here) and it was a 5-figure salary. He described his job like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ferari&lt;/span&gt; until one faithful day. He was in a plane with a very high fever (47 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;celcius&lt;/span&gt;) he thought hard about his life, what if i die in the plane, will my family starve? After a few days he recovered and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;think ed&lt;/span&gt; hard about his job. What if he was involved in an accident, losing the capability to work, who will take care of his family. Until one day. he finally followed his wife (who had been asking him to come to this center for 3 years) came here. He liked the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt; here, although he was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;profession&lt;/span&gt;, he still learned humbly from those who had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;succeeded&lt;/span&gt; in their life. After some time, he accomplished a project and a new one was handed to him. A five-year term project that would make him very busy everyday. His teacher asked him to make a choice, if he accepts it, he will be very wealthy but no free time to spend. She asked him if he wanted a job with high salary and also long hours of free time. She described one single people as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;llightbulb. The lightbulb dosen't have a expiry date printed on it but it will go faulty after sometime but we don't know it. We, humans also don't know when are we going to be dead, llosing capable to work. She said this new job is about cooperation your together with another thousands of lighbulb althought you don't work anymore, the whole lot of bulbs stil look like a sun. He says that he had never celebrated his mothers birthday with her , often waiting till that weeks Sunday. Finally this year, he celebrates her birthday with her during the real date. Now, he can even accompany his mother to the market. When his friends asks him what is his job, he just answer he is a retired person (he is 32 Years old now) but still having a very good income. The next speecher is a practically useless teen. He was told by his father he wil have two futures, die along the street or kept in prison. But he is a multimillionare now. His results was so poor that when he was in form 3, his teacher said that he is willing to eat his shoe. The class laughed but...................... HE ACTUALLY PASSED, HE EVEN WENT IN SCIENCE STREAM his parents and teacher was speechless. He was a alcoholic, hardcore smoker and gambler at that time. He also smuggled pills to shools. During his speech he said that he believes we are the enviroments children. He was a gangster and used to have street  brawls until he joined this enviroment that changed his whole life forever. He started learning and eventually became a leading man. he gave a speech in Stadium Bukit Jalil in front of 20 thousand listeners. Nobody believed he will sucess but after enduring hard times , he is a very sucessful man now.When he bought a new house and renovated it in a very posh way, the contractor asked him his job. He said i work for Amway. The contractor was stunned, he went around his house looking at the furnitures and asked once again he comfirmed it with him. After going home, he comtractor came again and asked if he really only did one job. He shouted at him I AM WORKING FOR AMWAY AND THAT IS MY ONLY WAY. Wow, imagine a gangster during his teens becoming a sucessfulman. His daugther sid that there is no holiday in thier house because everyday is a holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584830587017063151-7628225298642099504?l=flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com/feeds/7628225298642099504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-future-my-job.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584830587017063151/posts/default/7628225298642099504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584830587017063151/posts/default/7628225298642099504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-future-my-job.html' title='My Future My Job'/><author><name>Mattrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232119719506697656</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584830587017063151.post-6988960194929947703</id><published>2009-10-23T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:34:29.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Physics</title><content type='html'>I'm in the 6th class in my school. Our results are terrible imagine a science-stream student that don't ever try to listen what the maths teacher is talking about. This Exam's killer-Physics often made jokes between us students all kinds of jokes are made out of it. Our teacher's advice was to memorise the formulae and we are gurranted to pass in our exam. Eventually our class top score was 44( in our school the passing mark is 60). This came out in the formula d=2g (Optical Geometry) and the formula of gravational g=9.8ms-2. Someone in our class made this, the angle of deviation d=2(9.8ms-s) so d=19.6ms-2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584830587017063151-6988960194929947703?l=flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com/feeds/6988960194929947703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-physics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584830587017063151/posts/default/6988960194929947703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584830587017063151/posts/default/6988960194929947703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flawless-mattrach.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-physics.html' title='Our Physics'/><author><name>Mattrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232119719506697656</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
