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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQCQ34zeip7ImA9WhRVFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867</id><updated>2012-01-13T16:12:42.082+08:00</updated><title>Scribbles for the Solitary Soul</title><subtitle type="html">Yet more pieces of writing from the scribbler who has persistently dished out daily doses of quirky humour, sarcasm and esoteric information...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ScholarlyScribblesOnRainyEvenings" /><feedburner:info uri="scholarlyscribblesonrainyevenings" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QMQnYzfSp7ImA9WxVTE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-2773722269142593399</id><published>2008-12-27T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:43:03.885+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-27T21:43:03.885+08:00</app:edited><title>(well the number doesn't matter, does it?)b</title><content type="html">OK, people. I'll finally make it official, this blag is moving to a new home, where there are nice little pieces of virtual shortbread waiting for you, (but don't touch the cookies, they're for Santa, whom I was told is a little late this year because he took the public transport to save costs)There's also nice IKEA furniture, and a fresh coat of blue paint.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The more curious/astute amongst you may already visited the new home, as there were not-so-hidden links in the previous posts in this blag. There are already new updates there, so you can read them while enjoying the snacks and the other virtual housewarming savouries. Just call me if they're any virtual mice there, they may have jumped tabs from the Mousehunt page. I'll have to drag my trap over then, and the ensuing action will be quite a show.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, the new URL is &lt;a href="http://ambiguitytheories.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ambiguitytheories.wordpress.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; so inform your neighbour, friends, cat, dog, potted fern and goldfish (and remember to remind it once every 10 minutes) that the address has changed, so that they won't be left behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;PS: Unfortunately the youtube videos I posted here cannot be imported into the new blag. If you ever need to watch an old video, please watch it on the corresponding post here. Sorry for the inconvenience. Also, the CBox opens in an external window there, so it's a little more difficult for you to chat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-2773722269142593399?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/2773722269142593399/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=2773722269142593399" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/2773722269142593399?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/2773722269142593399?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-number-doesnt-matter-does-itb.html" title="(well the number doesn't matter, does it?)b" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4FQH04fCp7ImA9WxRaFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-5462368637673954412</id><published>2008-12-19T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:15:11.334+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-19T00:15:11.334+08:00</app:edited><title>226b Snow?</title><content type="html">What snow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;. .&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....... &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...... &lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that snow! If it hasn't started actually snowing yet, click &lt;a href="http://ambiguitytheories.wordpress.com/"&gt;here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-5462368637673954412?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/5462368637673954412/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=5462368637673954412" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/5462368637673954412?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/5462368637673954412?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/12/226b-snow.html" title="226b Snow?" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcCSXg_cSp7ImA9WxRaFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-227100003424513325</id><published>2008-12-17T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:47:48.649+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-17T15:47:48.649+08:00</app:edited><title>(15^2)[b] (a^2 + b^2 = c^2)</title><content type="html">The number of this is a perfect square, and so I thought I’d put something square-ish for you:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There were three medieval kingdoms on the shores of a lake. There was an island in the middle of the lake, over which the kingdoms had been fighting for years. Finally, the three kings decided that they would send their knights out to do battle, and the winner would take the island.The night before the battle, the knights and their squires pitched camp and readied themselves for the fight.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The first kingdom had 12 knights, and each knight had five squires, all of whom were busily polishing armor, brushing horses, and cooking food. The second kingdom had twenty knights, and each knight had 10 squires. Everyone at that camp was also busy preparing for battle. At the camp of the third kingdom, there was only one knight, with his squire. This squire took a large pot and hung it from a looped rope in a tall tree. He busied himself preparing the meal, while the knight polished his own armor.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When the hour of the battle came, the three kingdoms sent their squires out to fight (this was too trivial a matter for the knights to join in).The battle raged, and when the dust had cleared, the only person left was the lone squire from the third kingdom, having defeated the squires from the other two kingdoms, thus proving that the squire of the high pot and noose is equal to the sum of the squires of the other two sides.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you don’t get the joke, here’s a hint: “High pot and noose” is homophonic to “hypotenuse”… it’s a statement of the Phythagoras Theorem.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Oh look! A &lt;a href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/12/224b-hmm.html"&gt;butterfly&lt;/a&gt;, you must catch it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-227100003424513325?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/227100003424513325/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=227100003424513325" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/227100003424513325?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/227100003424513325?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/12/152-a2-b2-c2.html" title="(15^2)[b] (a^2 + b^2 = c^2)" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAHQ304eSp7ImA9WxRaFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-258193510419208947</id><published>2008-12-17T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T02:38:52.331+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-17T02:38:52.331+08:00</app:edited><title>224b Hmm...</title><content type="html">I wonder what's at the bottom of this rabbitho... oh look, a pretty butterfly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;there's this little rabbithole I found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the butterfly has nice shimmering and colourful wings. And then, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I looked down the rather curious rabbithole&lt;/span&gt;I followed the butterfly to a rose bush, where it stayed very still. I tried &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to see where the rabbithole led, but it was very dark and deep, &lt;/span&gt;to catch the butterfly with my hands but it flew away. And so, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I looked deeper into the rabbithole, and I slipped and fell in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I continued chasing the butterfly until I reached a large river. But, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I fell deeper and deeper, but became curiouser and curiouser as to where the rabbithole led&lt;/span&gt; the butterfly continued flying, and it flew across the river. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At the end,&lt;/span&gt; I ended in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ambiguitytheories.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, a new place I have never seen before&lt;/span&gt; I returned home without that pretty little butterfly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;PS: ... but, did YOU catch your rabbi... I mean, butterfly?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-258193510419208947?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/258193510419208947/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=258193510419208947" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/258193510419208947?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/258193510419208947?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/12/224b-hmm.html" title="224b Hmm..." /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIMRns6eip7ImA9WxRaFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-9157330930144219464</id><published>2008-12-16T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:46:27.512+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-16T15:46:27.512+08:00</app:edited><title>223 This Birthday...</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...is a little different than the others. Other than the constant reminder that this is the start of my last year as "teen"-ager (yes, it's my 19th one), I actually celebrate a double birthday today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the first time in the exactly 19 years of my existence, my 19th "English" birthday, or my Gregorian Calendar birthday, coincides with my 20th "Chinese" birthday. The reason why the numbers are slightly different is due to the fact that the Chinese count the actual day of birth as birthday number 1. I'm not sure how often the 16th of December coincides with the 19th day of the 11th Lunar Month, but there is a mathematical method of approaching this problem. However, I'm too lazy to work around the figures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: Of course, by first time, I mean first time since my birth, not inclusive of the day itself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before I move on to a little something else, a big thank you to everyone who wished me Happy Birthday at the stroke of the midnight hour on MSN (I was inundated by no fewer than close to 10 conversation windows nearly simultaneously, and you know how I can't multitask), and the wishes on Facebook, which I'm still receiving from time to time at the moment. Now for a little something in return for the effort:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I believe the following "game" is meant to be one of those tag games that involve shuffling the music your playlist, but I'm not going to impose this "game" on anyone, but rather let you voluntarily try it out for yourself. Here's what you do, there are no questions in this game. Rather, you write a poem of 20 lines based on the first line of the 21 random songs (the first line of the first song will be the title). I tried it out this morning, and this was the result:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Mountain's Too High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When the vision surrounds you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the whispers in the morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you can dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What if I told it was all meant to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've met so many women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you had my love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lying in your arms...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I should have known all along...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight, not a sound from the pavement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who are you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You look into my eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talking to myself and feeling old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Baby, I knew at once you were meant for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been in love and been alone&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From the first day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You are my fire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gotta make a move to a town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I opened my eyes today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You make me feel funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS: Though only 21 songs were needed, I had to go through nearly 40 songs due to the large number of songs without words (i.e only music) and some foreign language songs in my playlist, which I obviously can't place in the poem without making it sound weird. &lt;em&gt;(An alternative was to translate the lyrics to English, but I was in a bit of a hurry). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-9157330930144219464?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/9157330930144219464/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=9157330930144219464" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/9157330930144219464?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/9157330930144219464?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/12/223-this-birthday.html" title="223 This Birthday..." /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8EQ3s8fSp7ImA9WxRaE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-6401202720836232941</id><published>2008-12-15T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:13:22.575+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-15T16:13:22.575+08:00</app:edited><title>222 pǝʇɹǝʌuı</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;˙ǝɔuǝıuǝʌuoɔuı ǝɥʇ ɹoɟ ǝsıƃoןodɐ ı puɐ 'ʇsod sıɥʇ pɐǝɹ oʇ ƃuıop ǝɹɐ noʎ ɹǝʌǝʇɐɥʍ ɹo 'ƃuıʇɹǝʌuı ɹǝʇndɯoɔ ɹo ƃuıpuǝq pɐǝɥ ǝɥʇ ɥʇıʍ noʎ ƃuıʎouuɐ doʇs ʍou ןןıʍ ı 'ʞo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;˙noʎ ɟo ןןɐ oʇ sɐɯʇsıɹɥɔ ʎɹɹǝɯ 'sʎɐs ɹǝpɐǝɥ ǝɥʇ ǝʞıן ʇsnɾ 'os ˙ʇuǝsǝɹd sɐɯʇsıɹɥɔ puɐ ʎɐpɥʇɹıq ɐ sɐ ƃuıןqnop sı ɥɔıɥʍ doʇdɐן ʍǝu ɐ ǝʌɐɥ ı 'sǝʎ ˙ʇɐɥʇ ʇnoqɐ 'ɥɐǝʎ 'ɥo ˙doʇdɐן ʍǝu ʎɯ uo doɥsoʇoɥd ǝqopɐ ƃuıןןɐʇsuı oʇ punoɹɐ ʇǝƃ oʇ ʇǝʎ ǝʌɐɥ ı ǝsnɐɔǝq ɹǝɔıu ʎuɐ ɹǝpɐǝɥ ǝɥʇ ǝʞɐɯ ʇ,upןnoɔ ı 'ʎןǝʇɐunʇɹoɟun ˙ƃ ʎuuǝʞ ʎq "ןǝou ʇsɹıɟ ǝɥʇ" ɟo ƃuıʎɐןd ǝɥʇ puɐ 'sǝʞɐןɟʍous ǝןʇʇıן ǝɥʇ 'ǝɔuǝɥ ˙noʎ ɟo ןןɐ puɐ ɟןǝsʎɯ oʇ ɹǝǝɥɔ ǝʌıʇsǝɟ ǝɥʇ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ɟo ǝɯos ƃuıɹq oʇ ɹɐǝʎ sıɥʇ ʇıq ɐ ƃoןq ʎɯ ǝʇɐɹoɔǝp oʇ pǝpıɔǝp ı puɐ 'ƃuıɯoɔ sı sɐɯʇsıɹɥɔ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:sʍǝu ǝɯos ɹoɟ ʍou 'ʞo ˙uʍop ǝpısdn ʎןǝʇǝןdɯoɔ ʇsod ǝuo ʇno ǝdʎʇ oʇ ʎɹʇ ʇnq dןǝɥ ʇ,upןnoɔ ı puɐ pǝɹoq sɐʍ ı ʇnq 'noʎ ƃuıssǝɹʇsıp sı ʇsod sıɥʇ ɟı ʎɹɹos os ɯ,ı&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-6401202720836232941?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/6401202720836232941/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=6401202720836232941" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/6401202720836232941?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/6401202720836232941?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/12/222-pu.html" title="222 pǝʇɹǝʌuı" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IGR3c5fip7ImA9WxRaEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-2874301197404886493</id><published>2008-12-15T01:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T04:12:06.926+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-15T04:12:06.926+08:00</app:edited><title>221 The Path of Totality</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Come this Chinese New Year, other than the little red packets, round orange fruits and other goodies you'll be receiving, the cosmos has decided to give us South East Asian Chinese a little something extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be an annular solar eclipse occurring on the 26th of January 2009, and we will be treated with a sunset we may never see again in our lifetimes. The better half of SEA will lie within the penumbra of the Moon's shadow, while a small strip of land on the island of Sumatra and Borneo will enjoy the privilege of being in the umbra (hence enjoying the full show).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, unless you are celebrating CNY in Sumatera, we Malaysians (and Singaporeans) will only enjoy a partial eclipse at sunset, ranging from a 70 - 80 % eclipse in Johor - Singapore, to a 50 - 60% eclipse in Ipoh (where I'll be). Here are the details: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279705482141709922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUVIKbW9NmI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RBpCiPQdeD0/s400/eclipse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This diagram shows the path of totality, marked in red, and the area in the penumbra, marked in the blue grid. Below are the details of the eclipse for specific areas throughout Malaysia:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr class="white"&gt;&lt;td class="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/eclipse/Alor_Setar_Malaysia.html"&gt;Alor Setar, Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Alor_Setar_Malaysia_2009Jan26.png"&gt;Local Circumstances&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Alor_Setar_Malaysia_2009Jan26_anim.gif"&gt;Animation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr class="white"&gt;&lt;td class="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/eclipse/Ipoh_Malaysia.html"&gt;Ipoh, Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Ipoh_Malaysia_2009Jan26.png"&gt;Local Circumstances&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Ipoh_Malaysia_2009Jan26_anim.gif"&gt;Animation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr class="white"&gt;&lt;td class="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/eclipse/Johor_Bahru_Malaysia.html"&gt;Johor Bahru, Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Johor_Bahru_Malaysia_2009Jan26.png"&gt;Local Circumstances&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Johor_Bahru_Malaysia_2009Jan26_anim.gif"&gt;Animation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr class="white"&gt;&lt;td class="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/eclipse/Kota_Bharu_Malaysia.html"&gt;Kota Bharu, Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Kota_Bharu_Malaysia_2009Jan26.png"&gt;Local Circumstances&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Kota_Bharu_Malaysia_2009Jan26_anim.gif"&gt;Animation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr class="white"&gt;&lt;td class="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/eclipse/Kota_Kinabalu_Malaysia.html"&gt;Kota Kinabalu, Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Kota_Kinabalu_Malaysia_2009Jan26.png"&gt;Local Circumstances&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Kota_Kinabalu_Malaysia_2009Jan26_anim.gif"&gt;Animation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr class="white"&gt;&lt;td class="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/eclipse/Kuala_Lumpur_Malaysia.html"&gt;Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Kuala_Lumpur_Malaysia_2009Jan26.png"&gt;Local Circumstances&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Kuala_Lumpur_Malaysia_2009Jan26_anim.gif"&gt;Animation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr class="white"&gt;&lt;td class="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/eclipse/Kuantan_Malaysia.html"&gt;Kuantan, Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Kuantan_Malaysia_2009Jan26.png"&gt;Local Circumstances&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Kuantan_Malaysia_2009Jan26_anim.gif"&gt;Animation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr class="white"&gt;&lt;td class="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/eclipse/Kuching_Malaysia.html"&gt;Kuching, Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Kuching_Malaysia_2009Jan26.png"&gt;Local Circumstances&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Kuching_Malaysia_2009Jan26_anim.gif"&gt;Animation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr class="white"&gt;&lt;td class="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/eclipse/Miri_Malaysia.html"&gt;Miri, Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Miri_Malaysia_2009Jan26.png"&gt;Local Circumstances&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Miri_Malaysia_2009Jan26_anim.gif"&gt;Animation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr class="white"&gt;&lt;td class="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/eclipse/Sandakan_Malaysia.html"&gt;Sandakan, Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Sandakan_Malaysia_2009Jan26.png"&gt;Local Circumstances&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Sandakan_Malaysia_2009Jan26_anim.gif"&gt;Animation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr class="white"&gt;&lt;td class="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/eclipse/Sibu_Malaysia.html"&gt;Sibu, Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Sibu_Malaysia_2009Jan26.png"&gt;Local Circumstances&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Sibu_Malaysia_2009Jan26_anim.gif"&gt;Animation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr class="white"&gt;&lt;td class="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/eclipse/Sri_Aman_Malaysia.html"&gt;Sri Aman, Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Sri_Aman_Malaysia_2009Jan26.png"&gt;Local Circumstances&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Sri_Aman_Malaysia_2009Jan26_anim.gif"&gt;Animation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr class="white"&gt;&lt;td class="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/eclipse/Tawau_Malaysia.html"&gt;Tawau, Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Tawau_Malaysia_2009Jan26.png"&gt;Local Circumstances&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Tawau_Malaysia_2009Jan26_anim.gif"&gt;Animation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times are given in UT or Universal Time, which is astronomical standard of time. It is nearly equivalent to GMT time, which places Malaysia at approximately +8 UT. However, due to the machination of Dr. M, who standardised the East and West Malaysian clocks, the actual timing is actually between +7 to +8 UT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The eclipse occurs at about 4 to 7 pm in West Malaysia, and it is about then you should find a place with a relatively clear view of the western horizon, that is, either find an open field or get to a relatively high place. The maximum eclipse occurs at about 4.30 to 5.30 pm. So, drop whatever you are doing, wherever you are about this time to witness this rather rare phenomenon. Feel free to take pictures, bang pots and pans or anything else you fancy.&lt;/p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Please, please, whatever you do, don't look directly at the sun. Use polaroid filters, solar filter, film negatives, water reflection, telescopic projection or any mostly translucent object to observe the sun. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-2874301197404886493?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/2874301197404886493/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=2874301197404886493" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/2874301197404886493?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/2874301197404886493?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/12/221-path-of-totality.html" title="221 The Path of Totality" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUVIKbW9NmI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RBpCiPQdeD0/s72-c/eclipse.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MARXk5eCp7ImA9WxRaEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-1561007196628828746</id><published>2008-12-14T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T03:04:04.720+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-15T03:04:04.720+08:00</app:edited><title>220 IKEA</title><content type="html">For each of the following names, decide whether it's from IKEA or LOTR (Lord of the Rings):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(... it actually rhymes!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faramir&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grundtal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boromir&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mogler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Galdor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Agerum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Babord&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frodo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grima&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Akurum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brunkrissla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sultan Hogbo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Mmm... this is making me think of Swedish meatballs, yum, yum. Anyway, LOTR fans will identify the character names easily and the same goes for IKEA fa... wait is there such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Yup, IKEA doesn't sell fans, I wonder why...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-1561007196628828746?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/1561007196628828746/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=1561007196628828746" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/1561007196628828746?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/1561007196628828746?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/12/220-ikea.html" title="220 IKEA" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUAQn8yfyp7ImA9WxRaEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-6731410380565031080</id><published>2008-12-14T00:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:10:43.197+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-14T01:10:43.197+08:00</app:edited><title>219 Dagget</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color:#b5b6b3;"&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Since I'm back in the blogosphere, and since I'm in the writing sort of mood, because I was halfway through my Phoenix work, and stopped pending more inspiration, I'll just do this little tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do you think you're hot?&lt;br /&gt;Give me a moment while I go fetch my thermometer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Upload a favourite picture of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a writing sort of mood, not an uploading-picture mood, but if you insist, it's my Facebook profile pic, at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do you like the picture?&lt;br /&gt;Something about "favourite" implies "like", doesn't it? Wait... it's part of the definition, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When was the last time you ate pizza?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how random... MM treat... and it's not LKY I'm refering to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What was the last song you listened t0? National Treasure OST - Trevor Rabin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What are you doing right now besides this?&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find something else to do because my Mousehunt Hunter's Journal looks like a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What name do you prefer besides your name?&lt;br /&gt;A name isn't your name if it's not your name... OK, that's just me being cranky... Zach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5 people I tagged&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it a little mathematical: You may make this assumption for the folowing questions: Let number 1, 2, 3... denote the first, second, third... person I tagged. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who is number 1?&lt;br /&gt;A friend of 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who is number 3 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Number 2.718281828459045..., also known as "e", proof that love has always been a little irrational...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Say something about number 5.&lt;br /&gt;He had dinner with number 3 last night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How about number 4?&lt;br /&gt;She is an arch rival of number 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who is number 2?&lt;br /&gt;The person who kissed 13. (This may or may not be a House reference)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="post-footer"&gt;PS: The title is NOT Tagged spelt backwards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-6731410380565031080?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/6731410380565031080/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=6731410380565031080" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/6731410380565031080?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/6731410380565031080?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/12/since-im-back-in-blogosphere-and-since.html" title="219 Dagget" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUEQnk6eSp7ImA9WxRaEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-8059266019693730277</id><published>2008-12-13T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:03:23.711+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-14T00:03:23.711+08:00</app:edited><title>218 Familiarity</title><content type="html">You know you're back (home) in Malaysia when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Landslides (and floods, but that's just too commonplace) occur whenever the monsoon season arrives, or when it rains for a few successive days in the Klang Valley &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Politicking is the daily staple of the news, and even if it's not on the front page it's in there somewhere after the headlines &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The constant reporting of some bus accident or other, followed by a few days of people urging that something be done, and then total silence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The very erratic water supply, and the occasional blackout, put in for good measure to enhance the experience.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The slightly slower internet speed, but then again, shouldn't compare to Singapore, right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The lack of Christmas atmosphere in town, but that's OK, my neighbour's making up for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The presence of motorcycles and wandering cows that act like they own the road, making a total nuisance of themselves. Cows, though, are a bit more amusing to encounter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Signboards are placed in the most ridiculous positions, like just after a bend, or behind trees. I am yet to figure out how to get to Jalan Tebrau from the new checkpoint, thanks to that particular typical lack of common sense. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-8059266019693730277?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/8059266019693730277/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=8059266019693730277" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/8059266019693730277?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/8059266019693730277?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/12/118-familiarity.html" title="218 Familiarity" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YGRng5cSp7ImA9WxRaEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-584784944431124823</id><published>2008-12-13T16:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:05:27.629+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-13T17:05:27.629+08:00</app:edited><title>217 Ohemgee</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUN5bkc0tzI/AAAAAAAAAdA/PfdNm6wqZ34/s1600-h/House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279196702756353842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUN5bkc0tzI/AAAAAAAAAdA/PfdNm6wqZ34/s400/House.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and I nearly fainted. Instead of fainting though, there was just a lot of ohemgee-ing and a rather strange aftertaste. And it's not that I'm racist or anything, but yeah, TV shows tend to spin off in weird directions sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: It's from House, by the way, and you don't want to know the details. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-584784944431124823?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/584784944431124823/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=584784944431124823" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/584784944431124823?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/584784944431124823?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/12/217-ohemgee.html" title="217 Ohemgee" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUN5bkc0tzI/AAAAAAAAAdA/PfdNm6wqZ34/s72-c/House.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcAQH45fip7ImA9WxRaEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-8757890180458047659</id><published>2008-11-30T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:00:41.026+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-14T00:00:41.026+08:00</app:edited><title>216 The Office</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I am typing this, the BBC World Service anchorwoman is reading the latest news about the situation in Mumbai, and the stand-off at the Bangkok airport... My rather beloved Physics textbook, sits open wide on another chair to my right, and my other companion, the whiteboard stands scrawled with equations describing the physics of a capacitors, scattered with some other random equations describing wavefunctions, Kepler's Third Law and superposition on the margin. On the section of the table I occupy lie the whiteboard markers, my faithful Ziploc bag carrying my stationery, and my calculator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The room hasn't changed much since I moved in, with the exception of my lecture notes which have returned to my other table in my actual room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you haven't figured out what I'm describing yet, well... it's OK. No one close to me has had the opportunity to see the little room, which I now affectionately call my "office", in the USP study lounge, otherwise known as "Chatterbox" or "Chatter", in short. Most people were under the impression that the place looks and feels like the "Quiet Area" in the Central Library, or the Study Room in YIH. I assure you, it's not filled to the brim with people desperately cramming for the exams we all were so pressured about. It's sometimes just you, the whiteboard, and a little room by the corner. The occasional visitors are welcomed, and I listen with fascination to their talk about Durkheim, and Weber, and the cunning plans of Prospero in Shakespeare's "Tempest" the lust of the Magistrate in Coetzee's "Waiting for the Barbarians".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thank this little space, and forgive it for the ridiculously cold nights the air-conditioning has given me, for making my Reading Week and the exam period a wholly bearable one, for the little comforts it provided me in my time of need and the hospitality it has offered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-8757890180458047659?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/8757890180458047659/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=8757890180458047659" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/8757890180458047659?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/8757890180458047659?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/11/216-office.html" title="216 The Office" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYESH0-cSp7ImA9WxRVFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-1270453550430465018</id><published>2008-11-13T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:05:09.359+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-13T17:05:09.359+08:00</app:edited><title>215.5 Spordniar</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once again, click to enlarge the "poem":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRvtTX_MCjI/AAAAAAAAAWM/k6K7unDFn6I/s1600-h/poem+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268065106252270130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRvtTX_MCjI/AAAAAAAAAWM/k6K7unDFn6I/s400/poem+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This isn't actually Raindrop Resonance translated into another language. It's an encoded "secret message" written in the form of a poem. Yes, there's always a reason why I write secret messages, I only want certain people who know the encryption method to read it. Notice I always leave the key, yeah, same reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-1270453550430465018?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/1270453550430465018/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=1270453550430465018" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/1270453550430465018?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/1270453550430465018?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/11/2155-spordniar.html" title="215.5 Spordniar" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRvtTX_MCjI/AAAAAAAAAWM/k6K7unDFn6I/s72-c/poem+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAHSXk4fip7ImA9WxRVFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-3949214177314224477</id><published>2008-11-13T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:22:18.736+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-13T13:22:18.736+08:00</app:edited><title>215 Raindrops</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Click on poem to enlarge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRu4AXd0gHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/4fJWZRJcvlc/s1600-h/poem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268006505578528882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRu4AXd0gHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/4fJWZRJcvlc/s400/poem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-3949214177314224477?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/3949214177314224477/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=3949214177314224477" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/3949214177314224477?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/3949214177314224477?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html" title="215 Raindrops" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRu4AXd0gHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/4fJWZRJcvlc/s72-c/poem.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEGRXc4cSp7ImA9WxRVFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-1118810998153657129</id><published>2008-11-12T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T01:13:44.939+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-12T01:13:44.939+08:00</app:edited><title>214 More Quick Random Notes</title><content type="html">&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overheard at Subways...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;American Man: I'm very happy today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Counter Lady: Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AM: The results of the election in my country, erm... the person I supported won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CL: (pause) Ah, good. Rainy day, today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AM: yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finished my presentation...&lt;/strong&gt; for UQR2206, otherwise known as Simplicity, which isn't as simple as the name suggests. A 20-minute presentation in 4 days... not funny. The questions were not difficult and mostly anticipated. So the grilling session was more like a sauna session, slightly uncomfortable, but still enjoyable, and you leave with a nice feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PPT syndrome...&lt;/strong&gt; or the Post Presentation Tiredness syndrome kicked in after the initial happiness from completing the presentation. Went back for a nap, before heading out to PGP for the end-of-sem-party, which is more of an excuse the USP-PGP residents to get free food. Ended in chatter about topics ranging from how all great works of fictions are based on the same Myth structure (see Paper and Politics for more details), and quantum entanglement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is just a coincidence...&lt;/strong&gt; that PPT is also the short form for Powerpoint....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you know...&lt;/strong&gt; that NUS has its own weather station at the top of E2, the exact place is E2-04-01, which is a very, very, out-of-the-way place which you'll find only if you're really, really lost in the Engin Fac? Only thing is that I wasn't lost, just exploring the deeper, hidden areas of the Engin Fac, that even the final-year engineers don't know about. It comes complete with a rain gauge, barometer, thermometer, anemometer, wind vane (without the rooster), solar intensity reader (or pyrometer) and other interesting stuff. The weather data such as wind speed and direction, rainfall and temperature is uploaded in 5-minutes interval to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nt2.fas.nus.edu.sg/geog/weather_frame.asp"&gt;http://nt2.fas.nus.edu.sg/geog/weather_frame.asp&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why was I all the way up there?...&lt;/strong&gt; Actually, as usual, I was illegally climbing stairwells and ladders looking for a very high point for a great view. I have the photos with me and I will upload them soon. Going up tall building at night during a thunderstorm offers great display of lightning bolts, but I was not quick enough to take some nice pictures. And, yes, I know it's dangerous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmm... Terri...&lt;/strong&gt; should go back to Malaysia, I think I'll have the time to take care of him during the exam period and I don't want him dying then. But I'll miss a good window sill mate, oh nevermind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been getting different songs&lt;/strong&gt;... stuck in my head on and off lately, either I craving for something to fill my head with or I've been listening to too much music. I don't really know whether it's actually a good or bad thing... stress relief perhaps... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I applied to do running&lt;/strong&gt;... for the USC productions... why do I keep going back doing things that I've done before. Perhaps I love it, or is it just a bad case of lots of inertia, oh well... it might be greater fun if there aren't so many people this time round. And this time, it could be the Drama Centre at the National Library. Ah, another show, another stage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to do:&lt;/strong&gt; PC1141 Lab Report, MA1505 and PC1141 Tutorial. It's the last of everything, and time to gear up for the exam period. Here we go...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-1118810998153657129?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/1118810998153657129/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=1118810998153657129" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/1118810998153657129?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/1118810998153657129?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/11/214-more-quick-random-notes.html" title="214 More Quick Random Notes" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4GRH45eSp7ImA9WxRVEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-4719606410243600698</id><published>2008-11-10T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:25:25.021+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-10T00:25:25.021+08:00</app:edited><title>213 "I'm very boring"</title><content type="html">...is perhaps one of the more annoying phrases commonly heard in everyday conversation. Other than the initial silent laugh when one first hears the phrase, the humour turns little bit more sour after every subsequent time those three words are heard. There are others who have the the merit and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privilege of joining this list&lt;/span&gt;, like "irregardless of". So if you "borrow me" some of your time, I shall present to you a list of the 10 Most Annoying Phrases in the English Language, compiled by a group of Oxford professors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the end of the day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fairly unique&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I personally&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At this moment in time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With all due respect&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Absolutely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's a nightmare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shouldn't of&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;24/7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's not rocket science&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;PS: If you "couldn't care less" about such trivialities, I won't blame you. We "literally" hear these words everyday, and you might believe that "if you can't beat em', join em'".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-4719606410243600698?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/4719606410243600698/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=4719606410243600698" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/4719606410243600698?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/4719606410243600698?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/11/213-im-very-boring.html" title="213 &quot;I'm very boring&quot;" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQBRn49eSp7ImA9WxRWGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-8141497491765982150</id><published>2008-11-07T01:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:59:17.061+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-07T01:59:17.061+08:00</app:edited><title>212 Just Dropping By</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perhaps Physics has a profound impact on how I look at the world around us. Because I found myself photographing raindrops after a lab session one day. It's not that I've never seen raindrops before, but it's because I've never really realised how raindrops look up close, and I was pleasantly surprised when I began examining them at close range. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Has anyone realised how each raindrop looks significantly differently from one another because of the amount of light incident on them, their size, position and the images from the objects around them? ...and it became highly obsessive. I began attempting to take pictures of these raindrops (but more specifically, it's the images they form on due to their property as both a mirror and a lens). The camera doesn't excactly do justice to the pictures, but they still capture some of the more exciting and sometimes spooky features. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRMvNgdZJRI/AAAAAAAAAV0/6hUIVlIUlKg/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265604298424263954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRMvNgdZJRI/AAAAAAAAAV0/6hUIVlIUlKg/s400/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRMvNervbGI/AAAAAAAAAVs/tCemBM2jG7I/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265604297947573346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRMvNervbGI/AAAAAAAAAVs/tCemBM2jG7I/s400/DSC00092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRMuj6zjiNI/AAAAAAAAAVk/kV_gWVku61U/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265603583942035666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRMuj6zjiNI/AAAAAAAAAVk/kV_gWVku61U/s400/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRMujsJ39fI/AAAAAAAAAVc/8aXz-3PXHpg/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265603580009117170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRMujsJ39fI/AAAAAAAAAVc/8aXz-3PXHpg/s400/DSC00148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRMt5Jv9oNI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WPHA6EUPwhc/s1600-h/raindrops+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265602849219125458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRMt5Jv9oNI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WPHA6EUPwhc/s400/raindrops+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRMt4zxIIyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/QMmF29NlxaE/s1600-h/raindrops+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265602843318428450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRMt4zxIIyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/QMmF29NlxaE/s400/raindrops+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRMt4zo7S_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/aVwf4AorNfw/s1600-h/raindrops+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265602843284032498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRMt4zo7S_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/aVwf4AorNfw/s400/raindrops+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRMt4l3fYvI/AAAAAAAAAU0/bjSSKn-xi-U/s1600-h/raindrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265602839587021554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRMt4l3fYvI/AAAAAAAAAU0/bjSSKn-xi-U/s400/raindrop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265602848815950962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRMt5IP1rHI/AAAAAAAAAVU/rtCAGTwUmvQ/s400/Rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265604306710879906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRMvN_VE3qI/AAAAAAAAAV8/STFt7pFksaA/s400/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Speaking of lab sessions... I ought to be doing my two final lab reports for the semester... but here I am posting pictures of raindrops...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-8141497491765982150?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/8141497491765982150/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=8141497491765982150" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/8141497491765982150?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/8141497491765982150?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/11/212-just-dropping-by.html" title="212 Just Dropping By" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SRMvNgdZJRI/AAAAAAAAAV0/6hUIVlIUlKg/s72-c/DSC00099.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4MSX4_eCp7ImA9WxRWFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-2636433467383099314</id><published>2008-11-02T10:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:03:08.040+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-02T11:03:08.040+08:00</app:edited><title>211 An NUS 360: Faculty of Science</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lately, I had developed a strange habit of climbing (climbing, mind you) to the top of the building only known as S17/SOC1 during breaks during and between my Physics lectures. Practically nobody knows about the place, because it involves getting to the 8th storey of an out-of-the-way building, and getting out to a balcony, and climbing a series of ladders (don't worry, there's nothing scary about the ladders because it doesn't involves dangling off the side of the building, climbing old rusty ladders, four storey drops etc.). Being the third highest building in the Faculty of Science, it provides great views of the Science - Medicine - University Hall (Lower Kent Ridge Road section) part of NUS, along with the areas beyond the AYE. Here are some photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263883211561485970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0R5ERDxpI/AAAAAAAAATU/AvBp9plyxIU/s400/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0UAw4lTrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/FSuVW6YRZ4I/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263885542820761266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0UAw4lTrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/FSuVW6YRZ4I/s400/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0UAgRnClI/AAAAAAAAAUc/JOfzvA82_Ug/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263885538362329682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0UAgRnClI/AAAAAAAAAUc/JOfzvA82_Ug/s400/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263885537841037906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0UAeVUwlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1Oc5gjzRapE/s400/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0T_k4QNFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/53ucOQ3oHuA/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263885522418283602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0T_k4QNFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/53ucOQ3oHuA/s400/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0Soq4aDxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/XRozN0xqDLU/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263884029380923154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0Soq4aDxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/XRozN0xqDLU/s400/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0SocA1n0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/7KSSI6h7G_4/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263884025389752130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0SocA1n0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/7KSSI6h7G_4/s400/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0SoDOepOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2fMEE6CwaHs/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263884018736080098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0SoDOepOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2fMEE6CwaHs/s400/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0Sn5Xp_II/AAAAAAAAATs/YGSsgNGVJ4M/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263884016090217602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0Sn5Xp_II/AAAAAAAAATs/YGSsgNGVJ4M/s400/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0Snob2Q6I/AAAAAAAAATk/JioLJVEsG6Y/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263884011544396706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0Snob2Q6I/AAAAAAAAATk/JioLJVEsG6Y/s400/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263883353844129042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0SBWT4nRI/AAAAAAAAATc/iTe99VvBWOE/s400/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Unfortunately, the roof of the Physics department building is not as tall and very, very cramped with the airconditioning units and water tanks, as I went up there once while waiting for lab to start. (it's the building on the furthest left in the first picture). So if you need to do this, find some other Physics department:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0WunzzvTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Lv_vT32yDZU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263888529682054450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0WunzzvTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Lv_vT32yDZU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS: The answer is 3.60 m, if you're wondering. I'll leave working it out as a practice, a common line whent the lecturer is running of time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-2636433467383099314?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/2636433467383099314/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=2636433467383099314" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/2636433467383099314?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/2636433467383099314?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/11/211-nus-360-faculty-of-science.html" title="211 An NUS 360: Faculty of Science" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SQ0R5ERDxpI/AAAAAAAAATU/AvBp9plyxIU/s72-c/DSC00105.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UEQns6eyp7ImA9WxRWE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-7587417742703789522</id><published>2008-09-14T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:53:23.513+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-31T01:53:23.513+08:00</app:edited><title>210 Quick Random Notes</title><content type="html">&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hairspray Effect&lt;/strong&gt; - A psychological phenomenon where one finds, plays and/or downloads the songs played in a musical immediately after watching one. May last up to a few weeks, as long as one doesn't watch another musical in that period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overheard during tea some time ago&lt;/strong&gt; - "The thing about NUS is that they teach you a new thing, and you try your best to absorb it. But before that new thing sinks in, they go on to the next new thing..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UWC2101P Paper 3 deja vu&lt;/strong&gt;- I find myself somehow returning to the news story that I've wrote on for my paper 1. Coincindence? I think not...the last time I finished a paper on Anwar, he won the Permatang Pauh by-election, wonder what will happen this time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I find that...&lt;/strong&gt; I'm better off as person who you go to if need to bounce some ideas off, for some reason I do that a lot better than looking for my own topic for my paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$750 extra&lt;/strong&gt; this semester, that should just clear the deficit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What am I going to do... &lt;/strong&gt;with the potted fern during the December holiday, it'll be quite funny to bring a potted plant all the way home, wouldn't it? I should give it a name... oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I named the fern Terri...&lt;/strong&gt; after the name of the Phylum that ferns belong to, Pteridophyta, and also because that name bears an uncanny resemblance to someone's name in Sets and Sets is the reason why I've got a fern in the first place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-7587417742703789522?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/7587417742703789522/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=7587417742703789522" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/7587417742703789522?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/7587417742703789522?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/09/210-quick-random-notes.html" title="210 Quick Random Notes" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QBRnszeSp7ImA9WxRTEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-3972220341077193862</id><published>2008-09-02T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T01:49:17.581+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-02T01:49:17.581+08:00</app:edited><title>209 Of Alliteration, Absences and Anwar</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An observant reader may realise at least one of the following regarding my blogging:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm consistently making up title posts following the format of "Of ... and...", where the nouns in between begin with the same letter, (called an alliteration for consonants and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;assonance&lt;/span&gt; for vowels). Yes, I'm bitten by a variant of the "Re-..." bug, and have started messing around with the posts titles for the fun of it. Sue me if you must.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This post is written at a weird time. Of course, weird is relative. Waking up at different times to go to school was weird once. So was going to sleep past midnight for no apparent reason. And not forgetting, Anwar getting charged for sodomy. Now, they've achieved a normality approaching routineness... maybe with the exception of the Anwar part, but I'm afraid my USPee paper may disprove that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was a one month break between post 205 and 206, well sorry for keeping you wondering, but apparently when there's a sudden change in lifestyle, getting used to it is a primary concern, and making remarks (aka blogging aka complaining) about it is secondary. Also, blogging about how little time you have to blog is a kind of funny (in an ironical way, not amusing)...... Wait a minute, am I subtly doing exactly that now? Oh, darn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I like making lists, like this one. Not that I like making lists, in fact I never do make practical lists because they're too mundane (like shopping lists, homework lists etc.). I like making lists of  things that are not normally listed, like reasons to justify the different unconventional things I inadvertently find myself doing when blogging. For instance, telling you that I like lists.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A concerned person would wonder about at least one of the following:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why this fellow isn't sleeping yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whether he has an 8.00 class tomorrow and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why he's making another list, and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When this will end so he would note that he should be wondering about point 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm not sure either... how about I end now and leave to you wonder about points 1, 2 and 3?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yup, that's a good idea...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-3972220341077193862?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/3972220341077193862/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=3972220341077193862" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/3972220341077193862?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/3972220341077193862?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/09/209-of-alliteration-absences-and-anwar.html" title="209 Of Alliteration, Absences and Anwar" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4NQno9cCp7ImA9WxRTEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-4369436959501462975</id><published>2008-08-31T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:03:13.468+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-31T18:03:13.468+08:00</app:edited><title>208 Of Merdeka and Music</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For this 51th Merdeka Day, here's a something for you people. While there's a lot of other things I could tell you about now, well, I guess for my own good, I better keep it short. In what was a tumulous year in Malaysian politics, I guess there is still something Malaysian to be proud about and that would actually be our music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malaysian music industry is not as big as we would like it to be, and when it comes to the patriotic song department, Malaysia is quite far behind Singapore and certainly leaves a lot more to be desired, for instance, in its catchiness. The Singapore National Day Parade (NDP) Songs are still among the best I've heard so far. Singaporeans still love the NDP songs of years past, and during that time we've been stuck listening to "Keranamu Malaysia", which isn't as great as we would like it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I'll admit it, the NDP is at least 20 times more watchable than the Merdeka Parade, which simply involves watching a lot of people march past the PM. There is real need for something more spectacular, but then again, people will just complain it's a great waste of tax payers money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But among the whole lot of songs, there are still are few diamonds in the rough that I am extremely proud to call Malaysian, simply because it is representative of Malaysia and means a lot to anyone who calls himself or herself Malaysian. These are favourite 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Here In My Home - Malaysian Artistes for Unity. I've blogged about this song before, so it needs no introduction, by it truly deserves an encore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Olimpik Di Beijing - Various Artistes: The Malay(sian) version of the one of the 2008 Summer Olympics theme songs. Based on a Cantonese song of the same name in direct translation. A very good listen, and rather catchy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2FTFJUZzPTE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2FTFJUZzPTE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Sejahtera Malaysia : One of those Merdeka songs no one hears about anymore, but it was from an era long gone, where there wasn't so much weird things happening in Malaysia, and life was so much simpler. But the fact I still remember this song, is a sign that this song is more powerful than it sounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hzyvMJiL7YQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hzyvMJiL7YQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it for now. Happy 51st Merdeka!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-4369436959501462975?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/4369436959501462975/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=4369436959501462975" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/4369436959501462975?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/4369436959501462975?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/08/208-of-merdeka-and-music.html" title="208 Of Merdeka and Music" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkENQnYzfCp7ImA9WxdaGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-8075326071356212597</id><published>2008-08-28T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:31:33.884+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-28T15:31:33.884+08:00</app:edited><title>207 Of Papers and Politics</title><content type="html">The first draft of the first USPee paper I've written, the predecessor of many more to come. It's a paper based on none other than the Man, Anwar, completed on the day he won the Permatang Pauh by-election and returned to the Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, enjoy this video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_xJF3vabmfs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_xJF3vabmfs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Myth of Sisyphus in News&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the centuries, myths have been found to be an essential part of societies and it is entirely possible that they still exist in this day and age. Some academicians have postulated that, today, myths have assumed a new form, that is, in the news we read. Jack Lule, in his book, "Daily News, Eternal Stories: The Mythological Role of Journalism", suggests a model of Seven Master Myths that describes the different forms of myths we encounter in the news and how it affects our society (2001, 21-22). However, the model, in his own words, “cannot be considered exhaustive or complete.” (2001, 22)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In this paper, I will introduce a new form of myth as an improvement to the model based on the Myth of Sisyphus&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=27731867#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;, from ancient Greek mythology. Based on an analysis of a news article, I will attempt to show that The Sisyphus has distinct defining features and societal functions, separating it from the other master myths. An understanding of this myth could put us one step closer towards creating a comprehensive model for understanding the relationship between news and myths.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lule’s Seven Master Myths&lt;br /&gt;Before exploring The Myth of Sisyphus, it would be apt that I briefly explain Lule’s model of The Seven Master Myths. In his model, Lule introduces seven recurring myths in the news, which are the following:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Victim: An innocent person who has been struck with a catastrophe or tragedy, such as a disease or criminal act. This myth elevates the value of life, and draws sympathy and pity from the readers. (Lule 2001, 22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Scapegoat: Portrays a person who has gone against the norms of society. The myth encourage the readers to shun the person, and acts as a warning to those who which to follow in his footsteps. (Lule 2001, 22-23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Hero: The story of a man who has reached great heights from humble beginnings, and meant as an inspiration to all to attempt to achieve the same within their own means. (Lule 2001, 23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Good Mother: A figure of compassion, kindness, gentleness and maternal protection. The myth is used as a role model for society, and to show that there are good people out there. Besides that, Lule states a negative analog to the myth, Terrible Mother that reflects cruelty and evil. (Lule 2001, 23 – 24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Trickster: A crude figure that creates chaos in society, and, and as result of his acts, The Trickster is ridiculed and mocked by society. The myth primarily discourages members of society to act in such unlawful manner. (Lule 2001, 24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Other World: Stories of either paradisiacal lands abroad or places of utter chaos. The myth encourages readers to emulate the ways of these utopian lands and disregard the practices of the latter. (Lule 2001, 24 – 25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Flood: Stories of natural disasters and mass destruction that aims to remind us of the humbling power of Nature. (Lule 2001, 25)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sisyphus does not fully fit into any of these seven Myths, and to prove my point of contention, I shall now explain the characteristics of this Myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Myth of Sisyphus Explained&lt;br /&gt;According to the myth, Sisyphus was a man condemned by the gods to spend eternity pushing a boulder up a steep hill, only to watch the boulder to roll down the hill again once Sisyphus reached the top. Sisyphus was highly intelligent and eloquent man, but used his abilities to challenge authority, and subsequently incurring the wrath of the gods. Although, today, there are no gods that will curse a person to eternal slavery, the myth can be viewed from a different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The Sisyphus, as portrayed in the news, is a man who has faced repeated challenges to achieve a dream, or an ambition, only to be struck down before he reaches it. The story does not attempt to elicit sympathy&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=27731867#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt; or anger&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=27731867#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3"&gt;[3]&lt;/a&gt; from the readers, but instead invokes a feeling of general futility and emptiness in ambition, despite the man’s great potential. The myth can be further extrapolated to include crises, be it political or economical, that have undergone several attempts to achieve a resolution, and the efforts found to be in vain at the end. The reporter’s reason for embedding the myth in a news story is perhaps as a means to reflect the frustration of the public and to serve as an indication to the government that the citizens are unhappy with the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hence, The Sisyphus is most commonly embedded in reports of political crises, such as in the political situation in Zimbabwe (BBC 2002, Africa) and more recently, the sodomy case against Anwar in Malaysia (Channel News Asia 2008). The latter of the two will be analysed in the following section to further understand this myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Analysis&lt;br /&gt;There is a common thread running through Sisyphean stories, based on the fact that a country’s citizens are frustrated by the futility of these political squabbling and the empty ambitions of politicians to gain or hold on to power. This interpretation of the myth is supported by the Roman poet, Lucretius, who described the pursuit for power in his poem “On the Nature of Things” as “here in this life a Sisyphus…for to seek after power – an empty name” (Lucretius 2001, III)&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=27731867#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4"&gt;[4]&lt;/a&gt;. To portray this myth, reporters tend to describe to frustration of the citizens towards to current situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;These feelings are evident in the choice of wording of the news article’s title: “Malaysia wearily faces another lurid sodomy trial” (CNA 2008). The usage of the words “wearily” and “lurid” suggests that the reporter wants to reflect the frustration of the Malaysian citizens. In addition the reporter’s choice of material in the report further strengthens the belief that the story has a Sisyphean slant. He uses quotes such as, “A lot of people are very tired… People thought it was blatant political maneuvering,” (CNA 2008, P 5) and, “The new sodomy charges…are all a political game.”(CNA 2008, P 16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The article does not portray Anwar as neither a Victim nor as a Scapegoat but rather as a person with great political ambition, a “charismatic 61-year old” (CNA 2008, P 11) and “the figurehead of a thriving opposition” (CNA 2008, P 2) being repeatedly struck down. The reporter neither blames him nor the Malaysian government for the current events. Instead, the reporter focuses on the repercussions of Anwar being charged for sodomy on the Malaysian people. This is shown by the fact that the reporter only uses quotes and statistics from the general public, such as “66 percent believe it is a politically motivated action…” (CNA 2008, P 13) rather than going for official statements from the politicians or the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;These excerpts from the news article clearly shows that the reporter wishes to convey to the reader how Malaysians are tired of the political climate in Malaysia and regard all the current events as a futile attempt by politicians to achieve power. All these are not unlike the thoughts of an external observer watching Sisyphus push the boulder up the steep hill and then, watching it roll down again in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion&lt;br /&gt;Based on the analysis, it is evident that The Myth of Sisyphus is a viable addition to Lule’s model. As shown above, none of Lule’s existing seven models are able to adequately describe the mythic situation highlighted in the analysed news article, that is, the feeling and reflection of frustration and tiredness towards a recurring situation However, since this proposal is derived from analysis of a single news article, this myth has be tested in other publications outside South East Asia, and the wider media to examine whether The Sisyphus is truly a recurring myth in the news. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=27731867#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; For brevity, the “Myth of Sisyphus” will be called “the Sisyphus” or “Sisyphean”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=27731867#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt; cf. Victim myth (Lule 2001, 22).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=27731867#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3"&gt;[3]&lt;/a&gt; cf. Scapegoat myth (Lule 2001, 22 -23).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=27731867#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4"&gt;[4]&lt;/a&gt; Translated by William E. Leonard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-8075326071356212597?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/8075326071356212597/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=8075326071356212597" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/8075326071356212597?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/8075326071356212597?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/08/207-of-papers-and-politics.html" title="207 Of Papers and Politics" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMGRX05cCp7ImA9WxRTE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-1346354285062418646</id><published>2008-08-28T11:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:43:44.328+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-03T01:43:44.328+08:00</app:edited><title>206 Finally...</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I'm blogging again, with the hope that I don't get stuck figuring out what Tailor Polly-no-mails or Four-Rear Anal-lysis are in the coming days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="422" alt="" src="http://www.hedweb.com/animimag/parrot-hotlinks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What? Polly's got no mail?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mathematical jokes aside, here's what's been going on lately. There's sets, (not of the Venn diagram type, but I call it Venn Diagram just to annoy people), where happy, like-minded people get together to build stuff for concert. And that should be consuming my weekday nights. But, I wholly enjoy it, so I don't mind working till dawn, if I had to do it. But, I don't have to, which is a good thing for my long term health. Short term health, however, is affected by Sets Anxiety, where I continue wondering why things keep preventing me from doing it. Also, to keep my mind occupied during "life-away-from-sets", I do this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239415767913411730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SLYk4Z0PNJI/AAAAAAAAASU/BQq5uSozXcY/s400/DSC00080.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239416014679814002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SLYlGxF7r3I/AAAAAAAAASc/OgOod_FFuP0/s400/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excerpts from the Great Sets Book&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Which keeps me really happy even when I'm not immersing myself with tutorials. Of course, my sets obsession stems from my Rag obsession... which consumed and nearly ate me alive during the infamous week 0 of the semester. Yes, it was really, and truly no holds barred work, for near 24 hours in a row stretches, which gave me a mild cold closer to the end, and mysteriously healed after Rag ended. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239418361397506258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SLYnPXTB8NI/AAAAAAAAASk/o_jbLuNbWHc/s400/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The USP float, so much work, so little time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239418908516757090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SLYnvNebLmI/AAAAAAAAASs/cJwfO_NKw9c/s400/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Static Display portion of the judging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239420327069839922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SLYpBx_1cjI/AAAAAAAAAS0/DvNnnEiNUgU/s400/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, the crown jewel of the float, The Eiffel Tower. I didn't do it, but we're extremely proud of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it for now, this post is marked with a "to be continued in 207"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-1346354285062418646?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/1346354285062418646/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=1346354285062418646" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/1346354285062418646?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/1346354285062418646?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/08/206-finally.html" title="206 Finally..." /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SLYk4Z0PNJI/AAAAAAAAASU/BQq5uSozXcY/s72-c/DSC00080.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQMQ3c4eCp7ImA9WxdVGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-5187739647083556380</id><published>2008-07-25T21:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:49:42.930+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-25T22:49:42.930+08:00</app:edited><title>205 CORS-ing</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perhaps the best word invented since "toothache"... the NUS Centralised Online Registration System (CORS), and its verb analog, CORS-ing (since I'm lazy to press the "Shift" button repeatedly, I'll spell it as corsing from here onwards), is something that drives one up the wall, and even to the ceiling. Especially if you're one of those people with short attention spans. I have moderately long attention span for figuring things out, relative to most Science Fac people, and I'm still quite glad that I wasn't tempted to reach for the nearest clothes hook, (for whatever purpose, I'll leave it to your imagination.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226950019382444498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SInbWVwDAdI/AAAAAAAAASM/LXEpJtEOIpI/s400/CoRS.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This diagram seriously looks more like a cross between a flowchart for chemical synthesis, and a Physics formula&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a while, corsing starts to make a little more sense, and you realise that it's like some silly application you'll find in some Facebook application, or Neopets, albeit that it's injected with a dose of formality befitting a programme coming from the Department of Mathematics... and also, it begins to dawn that the game you're asked to play in decides your future. And, I hate leaving things to totally random chances (I do so very hate coin tosses, and Rock, Paper, Scissors), and now the fate of my next few months of tutorials depends on balloting, which as effective as playing Russian Roulette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://images.neopets.com/pets/happy/kacheek_blue_baby.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, we all realise that we were better off when we were playing to feed a cute blue Kacheek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being a student of the Faculty of Science, I have the privilege of declaring my first major till the very last day, but with the (dis)advantage of not having pre-allocations, i.e, I get all the fun of building timetables for myself, which is very exciting until you realise that you have as many clashes as a multi-car pileup on the North-South Expressway. After multiple failed attempts to clear the debris, I finally got one that works. And even after that, I had to tweak the table a little more to fit in my USP modules. In the process, there were various threats to my sanity, and some not-very-decent words were blurted out. But, that's the trouble a person attracts to himself when he attempts to do 6 modules in a semester, another of my infamous attempts at performing academic gymnastics. So, after experiencing a couple of days of trauma, I finally placed my advance bids, and wondering whether I will ever be able to complete the minor in Chemistry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, here's to everyone, good luck corsing, and welcome back to the Land of Countless Acronyms and Persistent Bureaucracy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS: Repeat after me: "Acronyms are good for us. They make communication so much simpler, despite the fact that the are initially confusing."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PPS: Note to self:  I will not work so hard. University life is supposed to be good for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PPPS: Seriously consider getting a bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-5187739647083556380?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/5187739647083556380/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=5187739647083556380" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/5187739647083556380?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/5187739647083556380?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/07/205-cors-ing.html" title="205 CORS-ing" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SInbWVwDAdI/AAAAAAAAASM/LXEpJtEOIpI/s72-c/CoRS.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcFQn85fip7ImA9WxdVGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27731867.post-4565032468236180428</id><published>2008-07-23T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:00:13.126+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-23T16:00:13.126+08:00</app:edited><title>204 Silence and Sounds</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It usually takes some time for this to happen. After all the hustle and bustle of moving into a new environment, saying hello and exchanging greetings and information, there this total silence overcoming the sounds we hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The sudden silence and solitude when you're surrounded by new walls and new people is unsettling, and then you realise that they are going to be around you for quite some time. The unfamiliarity it emits is strange. It's not that we fear the change, we'll always try to embrace it, but the change reciprocate in a way that we can't comprehend. It's like they're trying to introduce themselves to you, but we just don't know how to accept it. There's a certain sublimity to new experiences, and it has the power to make you wonder what you've gotten yourself into. There's confusion, which is then followed by a period of &lt;strong&gt;catharsis&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(it's a difficult word, so I'll define it for you: it's a purging (washing away) of emotions&lt;/em&gt;), when everything else going on around you doesn't seem to matter anymore. It's just you and the suddenness of the transition. You lose yourself for a while, but when the unfamiliarity evaporates, it's replaced by an insignificance, or routineness of life, just like the feeling you have towards your own house, when you're at home after living there for the most part of your life. There's nothing new to learn anymore, and we live as such until the next significant change hits us in the face, and we go through it all over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But sometimes, sometimes, we look back and wonder at what happened the last time we were in a new place, and we are puzzled, if not surprised, by the feelings we had back then, and we realise we are experiencing them all over again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27731867-4565032468236180428?l=ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/feeds/4565032468236180428/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27731867&amp;postID=4565032468236180428" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/4565032468236180428?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27731867/posts/default/4565032468236180428?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ambiguitytheories.blogspot.com/2008/07/204-silence-and-sounds.html" title="204 Silence and Sounds" /><author><name>Cy Azhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10505760865171719519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQNwB7iNKws/SUaIKv6MwhI/AAAAAAAAAdg/58rRlXATtIc/S220/Physics.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

