True or Agreeably Fake

The sky is seemingly dark and moody all this while since the first episode of our parting. The sun only comes out in the morning, just to be muffled by the windy cloud in the evening consistently everyday without fail. Sometimes I wonder, does everything in life starts with sparks and only to end miserably? I don't know...

What do you think of a friend who speaks his mind without any decoration of thoughts and words that of crooks?

Bluntness is like a carver's knife, it carves but it does not leaves a scar but the perfection of modelling. Unless you could find another element to replace such an essence to friendship's genuineness...

Or you would rather prefer still flowing water which shapes rocks in such gentle friction and at the end of it you feel nothing is confronted. But water does not carve by direction and it may change the rock, taking it out of the proper shape, leaving it run astray... flaunting its bulges wildly.

I would say I really wish you could by any chance see this post of mine. After all the years we've spent, is it worth to take out a friend who's being straight and honest to his feelings? Unless you are honest to yourself that you really wanna take him out of your life. But before you do that, I must say that I am still fighting for the dream we once pledged together, and I truly still remember it... have you?

A carver's knife is sharp by nature but it is blunt at the back, that enables the thumb to control its carvings.  Water is gentle and soothing by nature, but you will never know what lies beneath the deep sea. Let us not start even by the scratch of playing in the pool, flowing in the river, fell asleep in the journey only to be devoured by the vast ocean. Piscine Molitor Patel only kept his little life by the existence of the adult Bengal tiger..

Once again I would like to ask you, does this worth the pay? After all.. it's just one honest word from a friend...

 

Your Friend,

Man of Impossibilities

I am NOT~

Okay, I'm going to gently clarify a thing in this post as I'm very much swarmed with questions of such many times already... Ladies and gentlemen...

One fine night I strolled down the hostel's corridor
I took a glance at those lonely lights hanging from the ceiling
Somehow its as though, I have the ability to feel its grievance of celibacy somehow. I don't wanna waste anymore time in meaningless empathizing to the inanimate objects so I ran off to my room, and opened the door wide enough for fresh air to rush in.

Call me a mental patient of projection ~~

I have a lovely neighbor who worked in the hostel's cafeteria.
And he is one of the people who you would like to apply the theory of "Queer" to as he has skinny long legs, *if you have any, I bet you RM200 its as BEAUTIFUL as yours, with connotation*
Walks like Megan Fox, elegantly scrubbing his gorgeous hair.
He stopped right in front of my widely opened door, with only towels hanging on the shy little curve of his backside.
Worst still, I actually never took the effort to look at his legs but it came into image from the side corner of my cornea ends, he doesn't have any hair on his legs.

...

I sweated

...

He showed me a cute, one sided, ravishing smile..

of which I gave him a poker face...

And I was literally sweating like tweety bird already when his mouth clenched into a kind of rounded shape thingy and let out a fricative sound which is like ... "bzzzzuuuchhh" 

I turn to my laptop and play game, I just wanna ignore him which worked out, he went away.

okay... let me clarify myself first and foremost, I'm NOT. I have many good friends, even the best one who is but I'm just not.
So what is so wrong about having a best friend who's out of the closet? In fact I'm proud of him because he's out and being himself, but I'm occasionally being thrown questions like, will it be harmful to me, or am I one, having a best friend who's not as straight.

*in fact we know how to separate between friends and target*

Well... Please don't ask any questions like this again, it chills to my nerve ends when it gave me the imagery of loving my own buddy... =.='' 

even if one of you do, life goes on.. hahaha

Yours Truly,

Man of Impossibilities

A Vegetarian's Story

I met a new friend today, the atmosphere became really conducive for chatters as I'm a really good chatter***
there goes all the ice breaking chats and up to a point this question was posed to me...

... why are you a vegetarian? (euhhmagawwwwd... not again)

 

Well.... there are common questions that I always encounter but today:

Is it because of religion? (ERm... perhaps? haha...)

Is it good for health? (I can badminton 7 hours a day.. u can?)

Wouldn't you be bothering your friends when u go out with them? (I can find vege anywhere, so long as I don't eat meat)

Is that Ok? (yea)

Then you are not sincere enough. (I wouldnt even mind my wife was touched by ex boyfriends before, so are the vegetables)

What about your parents, they have health prb? (my father, diabetic)

So it proves vege is not that healthy is it? (My father survived 30 years of diabetes till today)

Don't you have desire towards meat? (my stomach is rubbish bin... so long it fills)

Do you have energy? (you say?)

Can you show me your biceps?

.......

WHOA

....

hmmm... (speechless**) have a nice day my friends

Yours Truly

Man of Impossibilities

Count on me~

11th November 2012
Sunday
Cloudy

......      happy day ..... ***

I woke up early in the morning to do my daily chores. It was really like nothing and it felt just like some other days when I do it but... a little more motivated and energized. I found it coming from a little chilling excitement that came right from the end of my toe, giving my body the stimulation (not the naughty ones in your mind though.. its positive)

ahhh..... its because ..  I'm Going BACK Today!!

I took 8 hours of public transport back and finally reach my house. By that moment, all that I have in my mind was "Home Sweet Home"... I pushed open my house's door... 

.....

All I see... is your tear...
what happened...
I don't understand your sadness and hatred...
perhaps I'm not a good son at all...
but please, let me listen to you~~ I have a pair of patient ears
You have no where to throw it, please throw it on me
and not else people...
Let me be a son at least, for your knowing, I am a son to you
a place you would find solace,
and a someone for you to rely on
mentally and financially (perhaps needs some time)

For the time being... sorry I'm still trying my best
all I could say is ...let me try... and

Count On Me~~hugs*

Yours Truly,

Man of Impossibilities

Zumba Babeh~~ @@

My life is really colorful... I have a set of things that I can do and here comes another one which popped out in my life... from nowhere. Recently I was brought to Zumba dancing class... and I was really bad at dancing. 

(tell you wat... I've never danced 24 years of my life) ~ =.=

Ok... the story is like this... When I was brought into the class, I was really happy... because there were a lot of mirrors around the room so I can look at how have I been growing. And then there's this slim looking guy who happens to be the instructor, Alex too... came in and pasang muzik... and sooooo

... the party began... (I thought.. this time I really die oledi)

The starting part was quite slow... just need to go right put up hand.. go left put up hand.. and then ah, suddenly starship song came and they go *wiggle-wiggle* like 12/1beat and I got so tension that I looked to the left, my friend dancing so good, and I chose to look right.. another girl dancing so happily, I looked in front, another girl dancing like diva .. T_________T ~!!!
Finally I got no choice but to look behind.... the auntie look at me like "what u lookin at?"

sigh... Why can't I dance yah....

Yours Truly,

Man whoDonTDanCe

A NiGhT in a LiFe~

"Artists are people who pays attention,

in a few seconds to that particular lines,

musics, and scenes which could touch 

people's heart"

Perhaps I can consider myself a someone who's be able to grab and cherish every moment of happiness in my life. I would not forget this night in a Golf Course Resorts' hall, where my juniors had their course night ran. It was a hit, and I am thankful enough that it has made an entry of meanings in my life's diary.

Watching my juniors in action, feels like I am really making an advancement in age... lol.. perhaps ... this is the process of aging? hahaha

I have this brother who happened to be the president for tonight's dinner and his speech was delivered with shaking hands it reminds me of how I was during my first. By the way, it has a beauty that I see it as a human's nature. At least it was raw, unlike the well-versed performance which seems superficially beautiful, but... artificial. He did great =)

All of my BrOthErs came in different packages and they have their own ways to shine. I think they made the whole table illuminates... well... its not that the others were not as good... but they are just too illuminating:

A tall masculine guy with good looking outfit and great sense of humor

A bright, fair guy with good looking body shape

A big sized, cute and charming guy who could speak kelantanese

A good looking guy with, maybe, poor sense of joke =P

~~~ well ~~~

They had a good theater presentation which made me laugh till my intestine turned upside down and I think it is dancing gangnam in there. Okay... there are a few complications here...

An introduction to an angel was done using a hot meooooooowy dance... and suddenly a black knight appeared, angel fell in love, black knight wooooooshed away... angel very sad... Black knight appears to be a vampire then he planned to suck the angel's blood thus he went to find her... they did bollywood dance =.= ... then... the Black Knight's wife appeared, he slapped her away... then the angel's husband appeared and slapped the angel away... challenged the Black Knight to a duel... in the midst of fighting... the angel's husband said "oh... why my heartbeat so fas wan ah.... ohhh... " the Black Knight and angel's husband fell in love.... =.=

well.... now I really have experienced the Absurdism Theater meant by Martin Esslin... thanks to my juniors. You reminded me of something I have learnt and you have completed the fragment of learning.. giving live experience to it.

Again, Congratulations to those who have succeeded tonight's dinner. Everything was, in the attendants view, a great success and we believe many tears and sweats have been shed upon it. Thus, this night, it is beautiful, and memorable.

Yours Truly,

Man of Impossibilities

I am StuPiD

I truly believe everyone has a moment to miss... especially when you are sick or in a sentimental state. The thing is, when life has come to that contact point we will eventually know how we are brought up which makes you distinctive from the others. That...

From the millions of beings, you are the only one...

Recently a friend of mine had told me about a tragic suicide of Amanda Todd due to the case of bully both in virtual and reality. Well of course, it started of in the virtual world when someone threatened her using her private pictures. She moved to another place away from the assault... but apparently threats went on and consequently it had to come to the suicidal attempts, which succeeded at last by hanging herself.

Sad case...

But it is definitely something which makes me think. In order to achieve civilization, scientists have invented so many technologically excellent gadgets and devices, bringing this world step by step into the perceived advancement. 

But...

Advancement may bring calamity if it is not properly organized in people's life, doesn't it? To exemplify, the intoxicated babies in China due to fake milk products, what and where have knowledge brought us to?

I was raised in a village with a vast green field surrounding us... I was a whom people in the city might call stupid I guess... but we don't have all these problems and life was just as happy as it is ... 

Being a sick worm since last night... I am missing my life as a village boy~ :)

Errrr....... Soli ah

Some of my flen say i write d blog veli deep... no ppl wil know

wat i saying... eh flen... 

sincerely ah,

I want to tel u hor.... my inglish not so deep lah... I also speak malaysia and write malaysia... 

I was strolling down the faculty corridor then suddenly there's my junior, passing by, said "eh bro, BI mcm martin luther, camne nak paham" then there's this amoi said "aiyo, need to write so chim (deep) meh?"... and finally this bro "dey macha, apa lu tulis saya sumo tatau la ..." 

aiyoo... kawan-kawan, i understand ur feeling la... becoz I is malaysia ppl.. but its literature class which changed me mah.... so I will hav to write like dat lor... 

i not a God, I oso learn inglish (use google translate la sumtimes, its useful :D )... if u dunno wat I typing google translate lo.... technologi got, evelithing easy ma... 

fingers crossed yah ~ we sama-sama improve english la macha... cao!

Yours Truly,

Man of Impossibilities

Long Time no SeE~~

Long time no see...

~ Your presence ...

is like a set of beautiful fingers, dancing through 

the pads, giving life to music,

breathes life into

a man which seemingly had died a living man...

 

Watching your back...

your straight hair, which falls finely from 

the top, caressing your shoulder upon the blowing of soft wind

before it landed... just like how you used to be 

when I first saw you ...

It is the same feeling

of your nature untouched

Long time no see...

You breathed music into my life ~ still... and always

 

Yours Truly,

Man of impossibilities

Darkness and Light

ArT is gReAt

~

I came upon something when I was browsing through some materials for my thesis. It kept me thinking over the nights, repeatedly applying it to what I have been through ...

"The light comes before darkness"

I remember there is a story about a kid and an elder brother. The kid loved his brother very much, because he will always buy him something upon his return during the nights. Of course, we've been taught that something good must've been paid with something else. The elder brother apparently was a loan shark, one of the big fishes for the policemen.

"A flower will bloom, it then will fade..."

He lived a luxurious life, away from his family and his brother, but it went away very soon when his followers betrayed him... and when things are getting tensed from time to time, he started to take drugs. One day he was found unconscious on the floor over a suicidal attempt... bloods flowing... admitted to the ICU. The boy was really sad... 

He was going to be sent to rehabilitation far-away from home. At one last moment before he left... he hugged his little brother whom he had abandoned for years... tearing once in his lifetime, said "I have not been a good son and brother, I want you to inherit what I owe the family and help me to protect them..."

The boy from then on... was named... 'Alexander' (the great protector)

 

Sometimes I would believe that light is a messenger to restore the balance... that when something is given up, another will come as rewarding... because "no matter how far does the light travels, darkness is already waiting for it"

Yours Truly,

Man of Impossibilities

Bits of My Life...

An Abbot once told me a fascinating story about a little poor traveler who wandered into a jungle and eventually being chased by a wild elephant. Having no choice when he had come to a dead end, he jumps into a well in front of him....

"Everyone has their very own set of life story to tell. To me, My life is surrounded with loving people who made my life grow and I could never do anything enough to compensate those that they gave me. And they are...

My Father : Who gave up his entire life leisure to work for the family.

 My Mother : Who gave up her youth age in raising me up as another youth.

My Eldest Brother : Whom I inherited the name "Alexander" from.

My Elder Sister : The one who would wake up 5 am in the morning to finish chores for my mom before going to work.

Buddy 1 : Having came out of closet you preserve the positive attitude and will always be there for your best buddies.

Buddy 2 : A masculine figure of a fine horse with perfect looking man.

Buddy 3 : A cheeky spectacle guy with many gestures (weird ones)

Buddy 4 : You have steady and dependable figure which is majestic looking.

I would've given up everything just to live a day knowing that you exist in this world... and that I'm not alone ~~"

 

... down below the bottom of the well, there is a fierce crouching dragon attempting to catch the falling traveler. Just then, he managed to grab a vine from the wall of the well, but, only to know that there are a few mice gnawing it from the top. The traveler knows that he is going to die soon and felt extremely sad, just then, he felt something sweet in his mouth... looking up, there are drops of honey dripping from a flower. Surprisingly, he thought to himself... "delicious..." and continues to wait for more...

 

Carpe Diem~ "Grab... the moment" ...

 

Yours truly,

Man of Impossibilities   

The Untouchable~

Its a drizzling night when I stood outside, I resort to nothing associated to Walt Whitman...

or Emerson's philosophical concept of 

HuRliNg yourself to the nature~

But it is something I excavated accidentally from the bottom

Of my Heart~~~

 

A little something about my humble self, I don't Blog. But the something that I've found should be written somewhere somehow. Thus, it is you, who I'm well aware that you are someone Untouchable...

like the drops of rain which hits directly onto me, I can feel it...... but the moment I'm so drawn into touching it... its gone... unreasonably

But I believe in someway and somehow, there is a way to compensate all this ~ that You... will be the only special one in my life~ 

the Untouchable which made my world stop just to just have a look at you~

Yours Truly,

The MaN of Impossibilities