Sunday, 9 April 2017

My own bubble

It was weekend when I sat on my couch with my computer on my lap, and messages kept buzzing in my cellphone. I picked it up, there were quite a number messages calling me out for a weekend night's out.

I switched off my phone. 

That's the one thing I observed that has changed in me over time. The older I grow, the more I want to stay home. Even if it means to have your friends calling you a faggot, nerd, gay or whatever they want to. It doesn't bother me at all. If you ask me what I do on weekends? Basically preparing my lessons plans, listening to some musics and playing badminton. It's lame, I know. Haha

 

Some said that I am living a boring life. Some said that I'm not using the advantages that I have when I'm single. I have nothing in oppose to their point of view. Yes, I am living a simple life, but at the same time, I am moving closer day by day towards realizing my dream of freeing myself financially. I hold on to one fundamental principle of wealth that elderly people have taught me over the years, it's not all about how much you can earn, it's about how much you can keep that defines your wealth. Because you will see a lot of people with fancy outfits and belongings who are broke and longing for their next paycheck to come in. 

 

I have nothing in oppose to a night's out and truthfully it could be fun, but again... What's the point. Most of the people would buy drinks to make themselves happy. But what it is to me now, is just spending money in search for temporary happiness, which I don't really want. I know that happiness cannot be bought like satisfaction (like.. satisfaction of spending money), or it doesn't really come from getting yourself drunk and forget about the reality.

 

So, here I am. I would rather stay in my house, get a good rest and tell myself I am still good to go after that. I guess that's what growing up is like to me. You won't want to be involved in any useless activities anymore. Rather, self pampering becomes a top priority, for there is nothing in the world that is more loyal to you than the greatest gift your parents have given you, your own body. I decided to take a good care of mine. 

Man Of Impossibilities

Wednesday, 13 May 2015

PEEKAY~ "Kind of Spoiler"

Came across this movie named Peekay and it is one not to be missed. Plots are well planned and organized and the characters' internalizations were good. It's not like any other conventional movies which just focuses on the advanced technical, graphic, or sound effects but this movie is purely attractive in every aspects of moderation.
I'll share some of why I would say so...

Firstly, I would like to confess personally that I am quite particular when it comes to picking movies that I would even entertain. Same like guys who goes for ugly duckling instead of a barbie doll (PLEASE DOUBLE CONFIRM WITH YOUR MIRROR BEFORE YOU CURSE MY WORDS, IF YOU HAVE DONE IT FEEL FREE TO CURSE IT), what I always seek in a movie was the core concept that it brings to its audiences instead of the amazing visual effects (of course it matters, indirectly) and nerve gripping plots (it's important, though). But this PEEKAY have just its own message to tell.

It brings audiences' attention into realization of its entire concept, bringing out the picture of how is religion perceived and practised in India through very comical representation. An Alien who came to earth naked and lost his key to a thief, went around searching for it but only to have everybody telling him that the only one who could help him is GOD. Believing that GOD was some person searchable and fathomable, there starts his journey in search for GOD.
                      
He was called Peekay (Drunkard) by everybody because he went around searching for GOD in every religion's GOD's house, breaking every rules that the religion has unintentionally. Of course his search ended in vain, and guess what, he has his own unique way to find GOD with his own out of norm ideas. Of course he would need some money to carry out his tasks too, and yeah, he has his own weird ways of raising funds i.e, stealing money from dancing cars parked at secluded riverside (you make your own imagination, hehe)

It is not like any conventional movies which has some serious, strong taste concepts which has insertion of comic relief. But PEEKAY has definitely made me realize that it could be the other way round by having the core concept as a relief to the initial impression in the beginning of the movie that it is just another senseless comedy.

If you would like to watch a movie which challenges the notion of blind belief, superstitious practise and distorted brainwashing, this is something that you should not miss. This movie challenges a lot of blind practises that we have not even realized it ourselves, of course, through PEEKAY who is as innocent as a child to ask the most fundamental, simple, but hard to answer questions to the religious masters.


Sincerely,

Man Of ImpPosSibiLitiEs

Sunday, 12 April 2015

Education

Just a mere observation about two contrasting situations:

Poor: talented and ends up in the wrong career path
Rich: talented and ends up in the right career path

Poor: not talented, ends up merely surviving in society
Rich: not talented, takes holiday in university luxuriously

We do understand that education is inevitably important to everyone nowadays. To as far as we are concerned, where there is basic needs there's a gold mine. 


Yeap that's right, with money, all of your major concerns about your education paths are basically cleared off.
You don't need to worry about what would be the outcome either, because if you do not suit the course, you could just change to another University, and you don't even have to worry about the hostels and the fact that you will be sharing rooms too. You will stay in a decent condominium with beautiful sky view where even Rapunzel's hair could not touch the bottom.

For those who's in lower hierarchy.. I'm sorry this course costs RM17 thousand per semester.

oklah... become foreman also good la



Man of ImPoSsiBiliTieS

Wednesday, 8 April 2015

Old Age in Drain

Lately I've been listening to some of the hot topics which people, specially the group of elites which call themselves oldies of the 80's nagging about how drastic the world is falling into the hands of after 90's who only looks down at the floor. The old pattern way of communication is not appreciated anymore, but rather they would switch their attention to their android and Iphone. But it isn't that bad to jeopardize humanity like what they said, from a non-sided view point.

I guess I'll tell you what I think

Just came across an article about an old man who had just finished buying his goods, walking home while it rained cats and dogs. A huge tree fell on him and soon everybody gathered around him to snap picture of him hugging the tree. The old man instantly became famous with people twitting him in twitter, facebook posts and some uploaded video on the youtube on the spot with their android phones. He dies soon after that. He was also on the instagram with hashtags

#oldman#treefell#helpless#omg#somebodyhelp#sad#cry#GBH

They sure are creative man...

Okay, I thought that the basic of humanity is subjective so it is not just words or what ever it is for display. There has been a lot of researches done on the vulnerability of that notion with the existence of technology, claiming that gadgets like android would project human nature (compasion, etc) into mechanistic form and thus dehumanization (denial of human nature). I would say that's nothing more like a reason for them to deny themselves of the absence of guts and compassion, when we talk about projection, isn't "technology jeopardizes humanity" just another projection of guilt? Why would they think of snapping picture instead of saving people? God knows whether its an initiative or just another stage business to escape the guilt of not having guts. Why don't we just admit it and have a coffee while watching the old man die? Don't have guts anyways, instead of lying to ourselves by keeping ourselves busy with snapping pictures like we care a single bit.

Come to say about this, again... notion of Humanity is subjective


MaN of ImPosSibiliTies ~

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

The Wings called Never~

Once I when I was tuckoo
My world was so huge
And the sky was blue
I dreamt of what I could do


I stared into the sky
Stars were so bright
They said one day I could fly
reaching for the boundless sky


They granted me wings in pair
They said it swings in the air
Soaring through the skies we share
Conquering myriad, conquering fear


Decades flashed past
Caught in turmoil of future and past
Like a scourge, growing vast
In a homeland that never last


Their poor heart were afraid
They doubt, and they fret
They pulled me from the stage
and Raised my Wings... in a cage


Still I stare into the sky
and pondered beyond the void
Still I dream a dream that I fly
Soaring through cosmic void


Still I looked at my Wing
Stroking its feather... of Wing that never Flies


Man of Impossibilities




Monday, 24 March 2014

Advance ONE Fifth FORM fourth CLASS

6th January 2014

I took my first step entering a class which was bound to face a major examination at the end of the year. It was the first time such class has been entrusted to me along my teaching career. Taking a deep breath, at the same time stepping through the threshold which I thought would challenge my responsibility's capacity. As a matter of fact, I remembered every little bits of what happened when the students first came in. There was this student who asked me, "teacher, how did you learn your speaking?" of which I was hit by it, I acquire my speaking through experience. Honestly, I didn't really know how to answer this question, being a teacher myself, no defined methodology to pass to my own student. From then and on, I told myself and even pushed myself to do extra works, observing what it could be of help to them even very tiny factors.

To be honest I didn't like the class on the very first day. It was so noisy, and I felt as though they were judgemental towards teachers, I mean, in a very superficial way. I started to judge myself as a teacher, and even foresee the problems I would face with this class in days to come. And, despite few students who had better linguistic background, most of them didn't have really good foundation in English language. I came up with games in English to make them learn, but it seemed that they didn't really have interest in doing those. Well... time to change plan. For that once, I showed my anger to them, yes I was being emotional. Again, I judged myself and didn't think of myself as a good teacher.

But it was on the third week of being with the class that I met an old retired teacher who told me, "a good teacher is not always a teacher, good rules is when its implemented without applying force at the wrong time" It struck me really deep. I started to change my way and perception. I went into the class, allowing them to break rigid rules set by the school, at the same time, tried to ensure learning process occurred by breaking rules. What I realised was, they were GOOD students. When I marked the books I saw my notes scribbled on the pages, I was happy. I remembered who they were, I really remembered. In fact, I started to notice students who really tried hard to pay attention though maybe the class could be boring, explaining about grammar rules (you know...) and I knew who they were too. Things were starting to get slightly better. I even got to know them one by one slowly that among them there were good drummer, police, technical crew, eloquence talent (MC), actor, volleyball player, singer, musician and good essay writer.

... I started to like them as we got closer...

Week four, its the start of my final year in master studies. I started to face problem having no time to sleep and even to scratch my armpit. Well... basically, the amount of time I used to sleep ranged from 3 to 4 hours a day at that time. I thought of giving up. But a scorpio, I knew that I hate the fact that I could not do it, and of course, everytime I thought of giving up I would think of these students who were trying hard to learn and improve their English. I kept it to myself, chose to preserve on. 

14th February 2014

Singles' Celebration Day, I have no girlfriend, lover, whatsoever. My chocolate was given to them as a Valentine's gift, and it satisfied me of seeing the smile on every each of their face. Of course, the lesson went on as usual.

Hung on for a few weeks, I had reached a point where I couldn't take it anymore. After thoroughly analyse the priority I must resort to, I chose to give up on my dream job in pursuit of my studies, meaning... my beloved students too. 

It was the examination week. My heart was pounding when they were taking the examination, I don't know why. Maybe it is something that every teacher has to go through when they have a class they own. A number of them failed at last, no doubt, the grammar part made the whole difference. I knew they did their best :)

I tried my best to enjoy the rest of the days teaching them without thinking of the fact that I would leave. Boy, that was the most memorable teaching period I have ever had, well.. we broke rules, I used chinese to explain to them in the class... so? as long as learning takes place, to me, its no big deal. That is my RULE OF EDUCATION. Till the very last day of my class with them, I was reluctant when I entered the class, I mean, "Shit... I don't wanna leave them." I thought. We changed venue to the MML lab, I was a little bit late to the class but when I entered, they stood up, roar of "MR ALEX WE LOVE YOU" surrounded the class followed with a present and a booklet they made by themselves for me, I nearly burst into tears. I was lost for words,. For that once in my teaching career, I didn't know what to say in front of the class. 

21st March 2014

There goes my last day, it ended with an everlasting memory created by this senior two class, a class I would not forget for the rest of my life. I would remember how I used to push myself teaching you all, how you all tried very hard to absorb what I taught, how we used to share chocolates together, how you used to tease me for wearing the same shirt everyday, and the tshirt you bought for me jiayen, shihui, ahyung, tongxuan, jingyee, xuanalbee, chilli lai the mug was beautiful, the one who wanted to go back with me but never failed to put me off, and those who gave me chocolate they were fantastic. I will also always remember how you appreciate what I have fought for three months and made it all a worthy effort.


P/S : 不要看到女孩子就介绍给我啦,mr. chua/ cheang cheng 有讲过,“ 要正定, 不要乱 ”

X5D 2014~~ <3

Saturday, 18 January 2014

Goodness ?

~as I learn to observe from inwards~

Goodness is goodness
when its goodness in the same goodness
as everyone perceives goodness to be
and goodness doesn't only bring goodness
but also darkness
simply because goodness ...

... illuminates...

I was born a child who always wanted to see the sun with my bare eyes...
perhaps this is what emerson meant by
sun shines in the eye and heart of a kid... it really shone in mine
but as I grow I learnt to avoid sun cause it makes you sweat
it scorches and burns, and it makes you angry, impatient, hateful, an insolent fool

the more goodness you implement
the more darkness it creates, but
ironically
the more you reject goodness
the more darkness swallows you

one thing that sages across the age agree that is between heaven and earth ..... is really none other than "and"

let it flow~~~ go with nature
and let the nature bring you as it goes along~


Man of Impossibilities