I had amazing beef stew for dinner just now, brought by my amazing girlfriend. :)
Sitting in the lab, trying to figure out my Psychometrics assignment... Still having trouble with the technical details, but... More so having trouble fitting details into each category...
Listening to Daniela Chavarria chat on the phone in Spanish.. I think I just heard her say "pre unta", which I think means "question?"
Last night's CNY party in Dr. Niece's house was AWESOME. We are really SO blessed to be on a student-centered campus with such a rare and extraordinary President.. Noise-makers, fortune cookies, chopsticks, "Chinese yo-yos", Chinese decorations, and CNY music... He really outdid himself! And the FOOD.. Oh my Lord, the food... I'm still feeling the weight of all that glorious food I ingested last night... Lin go, beef stew, nasi lemak, potato curry, chocolate cookies, beef fried rice, yee sang, koniaku jelly, ketupat, and MARMITE CHICKEN... OOOOHHHH what a feast!! And the noise and clamor and joyous sounds of laughter and mirth... Made me warm and fuzzy inside, and almost brought tears to my eyes as the yelling and laughing during the yee sang tossing transported me back to my beloved home country.. Such a blessing to be in this Ozarks community... :)
Thinking of what is one of my favorite verses ever now: Jesus said, "Truly I say unto you, before Abraham was, I AM." What??? What a punk!! Seriously, God is the biggest punk ever, excusing my language... By punk, I mean the kind of God that does whatever He pleases, and no one can say anything or do anything about it to change Him... He truly is all-sufficient, all-powerful, and sovereign.. It's a good thing He is also all-loving, or we'd all be toast by now...
Remembering also the Scriptures we heard in church this morning... In particular, this one: "...while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us." AMAZING. While we were yet sinners!! What love.. Such inexpressibly GLORIOUS agape love... And here I am so often struggling to love those I deem "undeserving", those who "irritate" me or cross my path the wrong way... God help me change...
Thinking now that I really need to get back to my Psychometrics homework.. And then study for Cog Psych quiz over Chapter 1 tomorrow... And read Chapter 1 of Computer Science.. But oh so looking forward to more beef stew with ramen (lo mien!!) when I get back to the room...
I took a free personality test in Clinical Psych today. Here are the results. I think they're pretty spot on, for the most part. I "bolded" the descriptors that I thought were most accurate. What do you think?
INTP - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population.
loner, more interested in intellectual pursuits than relationships or family, wrestles with the meaninglessness of existence, likes esoteric things, disorganized, messy, likes science fiction, can be lonely, observer, private, can't describe feelings easily, detached, likes solitude, not revealing, unemotional, rule breaker, avoidant, familiar with the darkside, skeptical, acts without consulting others, does not think they are weird but others do, socially uncomfortable, abrupt, fantasy prone, does not like happy people, appreciates strangeness, frequently loses things, acts without planning, guarded, not punctual, more likely to support marijuana legalization, not prone to compromise, hard to persuade, relies on mind more than on others, calm
FAVORED CAREERS
philosopher, game designer, scientist, software engineer, freelance artist, research scientist, assassin, freelance writer, physicist, software developer, mathematician, geologist, computer scientist, philosophy professor, webmaster, slacker, medical researcher, painter, mortician, systems analyst, comic book artist, computer technician, website designer, scholar, archaeologist, computer repair, forensic anthropologist, astronaut, researcher, historian, systems engineer, genetics researcher, astronomer, environmental scientist, egyptologist
DISFAVORED CAREERS
human resources, public relations, social worker, guidance counselor, health care worker, trainer, school teacher, wedding planner, movie star, hospitality worker, supervisor, child care worker, fundraiser, customer service, stay at home parent, office administrator
Sometimes we can find echoes of truth in the most unexpected places - even in a song about riding my bike with no handlebars. Here's a gem of a hip-hop song (no profanity or sexual references!!) that thinly conceals a truth about human nature and pride that caught me off-guard. I don't know exactly what their intended message was (some have conjectured a tirade against Bush and the war against terror), but here's what I got out of it, by connecting the two most repeated phrases: "...look at me..." and "holocaust". What do you think that says about the logical end of unchecked me-focus? Take some time to digest the lyrics and the video, if you would: I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars
Look at me, look at me hands in the air like it's good to be ALIVE and I'm a famous rapper even when the paths're all crookedy I can show you how to do-si-do I can show you how to scratch a record I can take apart the remote control And I can almost put it back together I can tie a knot in a cherry stem I can tell you about Leif Ericson I know all the words to "De Colores" And "I'm Proud to be an American" Me and my friend saw a platypus Me and my friend made a comic book And guess how long it took I can do anything that I want cuz, look:
I can keep rhythm with no metronome No metronome No metronome
And I can see your face on the telephone On the telephone On the telephone
Look at me Look at me Just called to say that it's good to be ALIVE In such a small world I'm all curled up with a book to read I can make money open up a thrift store I can make a living off a magazine I can design an engine sixty four Miles to a gallon of gasoline I can make new antibiotics I can make computers survive aquatic conditions I know how to run a business I can make you wanna buy a product Movers shakers and producers Me and my friends understand the future I see the strings that control the systems I can do anything with no assistance Cuz I can lead a nation with a microphone With a microphone With a microphone And I can split the atom of a molecule Of a molecule Of a molecule
Look at me Look at me Driving and I won't stop And it feels so good to be Alive and on top My reach is global My tower secure My cause is noble My power is pure I can hand out a million vaccinations Or let'em all die in exasperation Have'em all healed of their lacerations Have'em all killed by assassination I can make anybody go to prison Just because I don't like'em and I can do anything with no permission I have it all under my command Because I can guide a missile by satellite By satellite By satellite And I can hit a target through a telescope Through a telescope Through a telescope And I can end the planet in a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust
I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars
What a Friend we have in Jesus All our sins and griefs to bear! What a privilege to carry Everything to God in prayer! O what peace we often forfeit O what needless pain we bear All because we do not carry Everything to God in prayer
Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere? We should never be discouraged Take it to the Lord in prayer Can we find a Friend so faithful Who will all our sorrows share? Jesus knows our every weakness - Take it to the Lord in prayer
Are we weak and heavy-laden Burdened with a load of care? Precious Saviour, still our refuge Take it to the Lord in prayer Do your friends despise, forsake you? Take it to the Lord in prayer In his arms he'll take and shield you You will find a solace there
This is too funny not to share. I was cracking my head trying to get things together for the introduction to my Senior thesis. I decide that I'm too exhausted to keep going for the mo, so I decide to take a breather. This is what happened:
I took a nap la, basically. But I think that picture is a very clear window into the state of my mind right now. I'm beginning to feel the wear and tear of a long spring semester. I'm not as alert as I'd like to be, and my mind isn't functioning as well as I want it to. I'm hovering between peace and crippling worry over everything that I need to finish before the end of the semester: 1) three chapters of a research proposal (introduction, review of literature, and methods), 2) a research paper on Kabuki theater, 3) a statistical report over 6 nonsense statistical problems for Inferential Statistics, 4) a comprehensive final exam for statistics, covering 2 semesters' worth of material, 5) an ethics course that will include 20+ more 15-20 minute modules, and 6) analysis papers for two concerts I've attended. That's what I think is worth mentioning.
Life as a student is tough. Boo-hoo. =p
Not really la. I'm thankful for adults in my life who help me to retain a proper perspective. Kevin Rainey and Lisa Edington are two that immediately come to mind that have stressed that life doesn't get any easier after college. I was able to cognitively grasp that last night, and thanked God profusely that all I really had to worry about right now is my studies and my stress from my studies. I don't have to worry about bills, mother-in-laws, crying babies, leaking roofs, and overbearing bosses. All I have to worry about stems from a huge blessing that God has provided me: the enormous opportunity of an Education. And I am thankful for that. Thankful for a mind capable of learning. Thankful for the capacity to write and communicate. Thankful for the capacity to read and understand and assimilate and struggle with knowledge and concepts and ideas and skills and methods and procedures. And thankful, most of all, for loved ones in my life that provide support and make it possible for me to carry on. Friends here.. Friends back home.. My church here, and my church back home.. And my family. :)
Noah in 2007: The Age of Bureacracy, Civil Rights, and Yada Yada..
In the year 2007, the Lord came unto Noah, who was now living in Canada, and said, 'Once again, the earth has become wicked and over-populated, and I see the end of all flesh before me. Build another Ark and save 2 of very living thing along with a few good humans.' He gave Noah the blueprints, saying, 'You have 6 months to build the Ark before I will start the unending rain for 40 days and 40 nights.'
Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in his yard - but no Ark. 'Noah!' He roared , 'I'm about to start the rain! Where is the Ark ?'
'Forgive me, Lord,' begged Noah, 'but things have changed. I needed a building permit. I've been arguing with the inspector about the need for a sprinkler system. My neighbors claim that I've violated the neighborhood zoning laws by building the Ark in my yard and exceeding the height limitations. We had to go to the Development Appeal Board for a decision.
Then the Hydro One demanded a bond be posted for the future costs of moving power lines and other overhead obstructions, to clear the passage for the Ark 's move to the sea. I told them that the sea would be coming to us, but they would hear nothing of it. Getting the wood was another problem. There's a ban on cutting local trees in order to save the spotted owl. I tried to convince the environmentalists that I needed the wood to save the owls - but no go!
When I started gathering the animals, an animal rights group sued me. They insisted that I was confining wild animals against their will. They argued the accommodation was too restrictive , and it was cruel and inhumane to put so many animals in a confined space. Then the Ministry of the Environment ruled that I couldn't build the Ark until they'd conducted an environmental impact study on your proposed flood.
I'm still trying to resolve a complaint with the Human Rights Commission on how many minorities I'm supposed to hire for my building crew. Immigration and Naturalization are checking the Visa status of most of the people who want to work. The trades unions say I can't use my sons. They insist I have to hire only Union workers with Ark-building experience.
To make matters worse, Revenue Canada seized all my assets, claiming I'm trying to leave the country illegally with endangered species. So, forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least 10 years for me to finish this Ark. '
Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow stretched across the sky. Noah looked up in wonder and asked, 'You mean you're not going to destroy the world?' 'No,' said the Lord. 'The government beat me to it.'
"The Christian life is a lot like dancing! Learning a new dance - Christ is our dance partner. He's teaching us the steps, a new song, a new rhythm.. Balance is key. The movements will be beautiful, perhaps hard to learn at first (cos we'll have to unlearn our old dance steps), but eventually, as we apply patience and perseverance, and with large dosages (in abundance, really - we just have to listen for them) of encouragement from proudly-looking-on Daddy, our bodies will start to flow with the new Divine Rhythm, to sway in the New Dance.. Eventually others will marvel at the beauty of this Dance, and ask how they might learn it too. It is then that we introduce them to our Teacher. ;-)."
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The above was written by a winsomely hopeful 20-year old a year and a half ago. I long to recapture the innocence, the joy of Moments, the beauty of poetry and music and art and love and Life, without losing all the gains I have made in maturity in the years since.. Teach me to hope again, Father.. Teach me to laugh again.. Teach me to Dance.
(From Oswald Chambers' My Utmost for His Highest.)
"They laid hold upon one Simon . . . and on him they laid the cross." Luke 23:26
If we obey God it is going to cost other people more than it costs us, and that is where the sting comes in. If we are in love with our Lord, obedience does not cost us anything, it is a delight, but it costs those who do not love Him a good deal. If we obey God it will mean that other people's plans are upset, and they will gibe us with it - "You call this Christianity?" We can prevent the suffering; but if we are going to obey God, we must not prevent it, we must let the cost be paid.
Our human pride entrenches itself on this point, and we say - I will never accept anything from anyone. We shall have to, or disobey God. We have no right to expect to be in any other relation than our Lord Himself was in (see Luke 8:2-3).
Stagnation in spiritual life comes when we say we will bear the whole thing ourselves. We cannot. We are so involved in the universal purposes of God that immediately we obey God, others are affected. Are we going to remain loyal in our obedience to God and go through the humiliation of refusing to be independent, or are we going to take the other line and say - I will not cost other people suffering? We can disobey God if we choose, and it will bring immediate relief to the situation, but we shall be a grief to our Lord. Whereas if we obey God, He will look after those who have been pressed into the consequences of our obedience. We have simply to obey and to leave all consequences with Him.
Beware of the inclination to dictate to God as to what you will allow to happen if you obey Him.
Malaysian college students at Ozarks amusing themselves in Walmart with a "One-touch Adjustable Wrench". Watch and enjoy. =) Patrick is one of my closest friends here, and those of you who know my sense of humor may guess why from this video. =p Hehe..
Finals is overrrr!!!! I'm FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! I turned in my final paper for Social Psych at 1:30pm earlier.. I am now content from a good lunch at Wendy's and $235 fresh in my checking account.
And I have a Psych journal article on "happiness" in my backpack. It's not for a class or anything. I got a copy of it from Stephenson for "my reading pleasure".
I think it's good that I'm still interested in psych even after Finals. Makes me think that I'm in the right place. =)
My clock tells me it is 3 minutes past 1am. It's the 10th of December, 2007. Finals Week has begun.
I've already finished one paper to be turned in for Social Psychology. It's due on THURSDAY. Can you believe that? Joel finished a paper more than 4 days before it is due.
I was talking to Anna earlier today, and realized that one positive change I can praise God for has been my attitude toward academics. I used to rest on my laurels a whole lot more, being content to earn "good grades" with minimal effort. I didn't realize what a lousy steward I was being of my God-given intellect. Things are changing for the better, thankfully. My resolve to work and really learn and be excellent continues to grow. We'll see what benefits it produces for Finals.
okok. on monday night, we malaysians had a steamboat party. i mentioned to siew moon, and a few others, that i had just now realized how loud malaysians can be. i never realized before, but we are VERY loud ar!! not that it's necessarily a bad thing - it's just that, before i came to america, i had no benchmark of "quietness" to compare us with, and now i do. don't get me wrong, i remain unapologetically fond of my beloved countrymen; nevertheless, here's an amusing sample of our loud fun (taken last night after a game of "mafia"):
me is pitiful. last post was weeks and weeks ago. ah, me. =p needless to say, i still live. as to how i'm doing? as i wrote on an old friend's facebook wall the other day, i am "taking photos, learning psych, playing music, loving life, god, friends, missing home and char koay teow and mamak, beginning to stress about postgraduate options, looking for internship this summer, trying to save $$, wishing i was rajin enough to blog consistently, sleeping late.." to sum it, life is good.
the sem's winding down to a close, and i can't shake this gnawing feeling that i've only barely scratched the surface of the disciplines i'm supposed to be studying this semester - social psychology, descriptive statistics, and new testament greek. it's a true statement (that i've only scratched the surface), but it does not follow that i haven't learnt much.
i realized yesterday while talking with anna bout the sem that i've actually amassed quite a bit of skills and knowledge in my studying this sem - the only difference i can identify between this sem and sems past has been my level of output (measured by the amount of tests and papers i've had to do for my classes).
i've previously gotten used to weekly 30-page reports, bi-monthly tests, and homework, homework, homework. this sem's been different. with the absence of "output" (read: busy work), i've had more freedom to explore the disciplines. i've been using my handy greek new testament for my bible study, and have actually begun browsing psych journals (esp. social psych) for FUN (god forbid!! =p). i like things this way. even now, as i'm studying for an impending social psych test (on tues), i'm enjoying looking up research and actually LEARNING the stuff, as opposed to merely engulfing material to be regurgitated come test day.
makes me feel like the money invested in my education is paying dividends. =)
enough talk, then. let me entertain you with... *DRUM ROLL* *CHIANG!!!*
THE LIFE OF A PAPARAZZI PHOTOGRAPHER
(introducing.. Alicia and Kellie!!)
Kellie: eh? is he taking our picture ar?
Alicia: erm... wait ar, let me think..
Kellie: think so long for wat, just look at the fler la!!
Alicia: hmmm.. ya hor..
Both: WAHH!! HE REALLY TAKING OUR PICTURE WORR!! SHOOT THE PAPARAZZI MAN!!!
Note: No subjects or photographers were harmed in the making of this pointless excuse for a story.
Thanks to my beloved sister for sharing this song with me! =)
Lyrics:
In the autumn on the ground, between the traffic and the ordinary sounds I am thinking signs and seasons while a north wind blows through I watch as lovers pass me by Walking stories - whos and hows and whys Musing lazily on love Pondering you I'll give it time, give it space and be still for a spell When it's time to walk that way we wanna walk it well
[CHORUS] I'll be waiting for you baby I'll be holding back the darkest night Love is waiting til we're ready, til it's right Love is waiting
It's my caution not the cold There's no other hand that I would rather hold The climate changes, I'm singing for strangers about you Don't keep time, slow the pace Honey hold on if you can The bets are getting surer now that you're my man
[CHORUS]
[BRIDGE] I could write a million songs about the way you say my name I could live a lifetime with you and then do it all again and like I can't force the sun to rise or hasten summer's start, neither should I rush my way into your heart
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Here's a related passage from the Psalms: "LORD, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance." (Psalm 16:5-6)
Received this in my Gmail inbox, once again from my beloved Aunty Lai Lai. Great stuff.
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Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world. Rule 1 : Life is not fair - get used to it!
Rule 2: The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.
Rule 3 : You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.
Rule 4 : If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.
Rule 5 : Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.
Rule 6 : If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.
Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.
Rule 8 : Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.
Rule 9 : Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time.
Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.
Rule 11 : Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.
Perseverance in the face of constant and humiliating defeat has paid off. I've been playing against athletes of a vastly higher caliber in my racquetball class this semester. There are 5 of us - 2 are instructors, and 2 are varsity athletes (baseball and soccer), both with previous experience in racquetball, quick reflexes, and ridiculously strong arms. And then there's little old me. Slow reaction times, weaker strokes, inconsistency.
It's true. You play against people who are much better than you, you lose. You keep playing, you improve. Until one day, you find yourself on the higher end of the scoreboard.
Today was such a day.
We played doubles - it was me and Bradley (the instructor) against Kurt and Nate (baseball and soccer athletes). I felt good, hitting a few good shots, and most importantly, not getting in the way of my doubles partner (I used to swing at every shot and miss).
First set: Bradley and Joel bt. Kurt and Nate 15-14 Second set: Bradley and Joel bt. Kurt and Nate 15-3
Updates are looooooong overdue. A 2 month blogging hiatus is unacceptable. I hereby make amends in point form. Since I last blogged...
1. I got new shoes. From Fayetteville. The first pair of "real" Nikes that I've actually bought. $39 for a pair of white Nike Air basketball shoes. I love them to death.
2. I got my hair cut by a first-time hairdresser. One of the best haircuts I've ever gotten from someone with no professional training. Kudos, Anna, for actually listening to the customer's wishes. :) 3. I learned that when John told his disciples, "Look, the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world" (John 1:29), he was actually saying, "Look at the Lamb of God who is [right now] taking away [and putting on himself to bear] the sin of the world." This from a simple analysis of the layers of Greek semantics packed into the word "takes away" in that verse. I'm thankful for the opportunity that I have here to learn New Testament Greek.
4. I've finally started learning jazz songs. For those of you who don't know, I ardently desire to become a jazz pianist, but before last week, I had zero jazz songs in my repertoire. Go figure. That's changed tho. I've learned "Misty" and "Peace Piece" (Bill Evans), and am working on "Autumn Leaves" and "Somewhere Over the Rainbow."
5. Prayer meetings are growing!! It's exciting to see how God is moving on this campus.
6. I added "really-tasty-beef-semi-stew-with-onions-and-tomotoes" to my culinary repertoire.
7. I'm awestruck by how the Malaysian population on this campus has grown. We are now 22-strong, and a sizeable (and oftentimes vociferous) force on campus.
8. I got a grade changed from an A- to an A for one of my classes for last semester (Abnormal Psych) and can now give God glory for my first 4.0. 9. I've been driving like MAD. Made 3 trips to Little Rock airport and 2 trips to Fayetteville (running errands for Huy). And no one died. =p I did get a teensy bit lost tho.. But it turned out all right in the end, thanks to some cool nerves inherited from my beloved father, and to my co-driver Anna Yong's reticence from yelling, "What the heck is your problem??? WHY didn't you take that turning????". =p 10. I learned to play basketball. Yes, as shocking as that may seem, yesterday was the first time I actually learned how to shoot - from the legs, follow through with the arms, use the backboard, jump shots, etc. Many thanks to Susan Low (our resident freshman wonder-athlete) for taking 45 minutes of her time to patiently coach me. It's exciting to learn new things!! 11. I've learned to skip rocks. Yes, another new skill that I would expect me to already have under my belt. Cool, nonetheless, to watch a rock leave your fingers and skip across a body of water, thanks to fascinating mechanisms of physics I am unacquainted with. 12. I've been pressed with a growing realization of my own depravity and pride and abject need for God. May God continue working in me to develop the humble character of His Son. A life verse I have recently received has been from Matthew 11:28-30: "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." Many thanks to the Holy Spirit for opening my eyes to see the context of the verse: weariness and burden is a direct result of self-striving and selfishness and pride, the opposite of gentleness and humbleness of heart. Jesus invites us to adopt his mantle of humility and find the ease and lightness of that way of living.
13. I've been more active and outgoing this semester, spending time playing captainball on Sundays, swim parties, going out to lakes and mountains, playing racquetball (the American equivalent of squash), cycling. I've discovered that healthy eating and exercising naturally go together: the more I exercise, the less I am drawn to fatty foods and the less I tend to overeat. A neat little cycle that you might want to experiment with.
14. I'm beginning to look at post-baccelaureate options. As of now, I have a pretty good idea that God's direction is to go ahead to graduate school, so I'm working by faith on that assumption and searching for fields of psychology to specialize in and places to study at. At present, it looks like God's leading me to stay on in the States after graduation to pursue a PhD or PsyD. God's timing is weird (in a sense that it rarely ever fits our schedule) but perfect: I talked to Prof Jones last week, and found out they're just beginning to reach out and look for Universities to network with for internships and graduate school opportunities for U of O psych majors. I'm excited to see how He will lead and I will follow in the days to come.
One of my buddies forwarded this to me. It's GOLDEN. Enjoy. =)
Our hero Balakrishna and his brother were captured by the baddies and they tied Balakrishna onto a chair...Those idiots didnt know that Balakrishna cannot be stopped by a simple chair...
Here is our hero's brother...The baddies tied him up too and fixed a time-bomb across his stomach...The bomb looks more like a pack of sausage rolls …..
Balakrishna sees some bullet shells lying on the floor...This means that the baddies had a gun...But they decided to use a time-bomb to give the 'finishing touch'...This is what i call 'Innovative Thinking'...
The shells triggered Balakrishna's brain (if any) and suddenly he has an idea...He throws himself onto the floor and starts moving towards the bullet shells...
Now, lets hv a look at the time-bomb...The timer(presumably a pager covered in plastic) is ticking...See the weird buttons on the bomb??...The red button is the On-Off button!!...Now, this is the world's first time-bomb with such a convenient on-off button...This is what i call a 'User-friendly Time-bomb'...Very easy to handle...Can b used even by infants...
Coming back to our hero, he is struggling to reach the shells...Look at his _expression...Seems like he is desperate to use the toilet!!...
Finally, he manages to reach the shells...He picks up a shell with his mouth as if it is Kappalandi...The viewers have no idea what the hell he is up to...Read on...
He concentrates with the shell between his teeth...Look at the sweat on his face...Gives an impression of how hard he is concentrating...With all his strength, he spits the bullet shell towards the bomb...
Loo and behold!!..The shell flies like a bullet through the air...Credit goes to Balakrishna here...He has the ability to make a shell work like a bullet...He can be a good asset to the Indian army...The shell reaches the time-bomb and hits exactly the green button!!...The time-bomb gets switched off!!...Balakrishna saves himself and his brother!!...
ok, picture this. help malaysian local music industry by only buying pirated "varieties" of foreign celebrities' cds. patrick calls this "selective piracy." sometime this year, patrick realized that celebrities are really that rich, and decided that they don't need to be earning that much money. in order to strike at them, patrick vowed to never buy original cds connected with those celebrities. however, he claims to support local music and small-time, up-and-coming talent by buying their original stuff, thereby giving them a much-needed push into viability. patrick further claims that selective piracy can be gainfully employed to boost flagging local economies. it works the same way as buying protons to support the local automobile industry. by pirating foreign talent, and choosing to buy only original cds from local talent, we channel our hard-earned ringgit into the local economy, instead of further feeding the wanton greed of foreign celebrities.
Sinner. Saved by grace. Saint (in the making). Worshipper. Musician. Wordsmith. Artist. Lover of beauty. Man. Child of God. Wannabe athlete. Emotional. Thinker. Complex. Different. Person.
