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.


Man Of ImpPosSibiLitiEs

Sunday, 12 April 2015


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


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
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

Tuesday, 31 December 2013


I know this sounds like one of the topic anyone would post on writing about conventional stuffs like new year, new goal, new target, new me, be myself, blablabla... 

Everybody has a little something for themselves at the arrival of new year. Old man like me would just stay in the room and wait for the fingers to strike twelve then enjoy the volleys of firework from afar (In fact I have to wallow myself pity in the room doing works) Well a friend of mine suggested something for me to do which I think its a good idea. 

Take out a piece of paper, write down anything you will desire to achieve in 365 days, seal it in an envelope and at the end of the year check what have you done and what you have not!

But most of the people would go for the mainstream idea to go out to where vuvuzelas deafen their ears and where people get in their way to see the fireworks (happens to me most of the time) Youth they call it, perhaps the fact that they can still stand the shrieking vuvuzelas(if you ever heard of one) proves that they are young and I'm not 'nymore

p/s: If you haven't heard of the vuvuzela, there is something called google to rescue you out of the coconut from the bottom of South China Sea you're improbably trapped in ~ 

Happy New Year

Man of Impossibilities