<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604381061624948982</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:31:28.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heterogenous Macrocosm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://static-evolution.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604381061624948982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://static-evolution.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MaD_HatteR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604845453117896739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604381061624948982.post-7804895182659458222</id><published>2008-04-29T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:31:56.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since when ?</title><content type='html'>Wow ...it's been a while since my last post (!) - Other than stating the obvious, i've been meaning to re-ignite the flame, on which my blog burnt, for quite some time now. Sadly, with the rise of the Facebook world, blog-time quite readily was transformed into facebook-time.  After a brief, yet insightful, adventure into the world of Facebook, i now return to my ancient blog 'spot' and sit my ass down...for how long, who knows ? But I intend to make it a memorable stay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604381061624948982-7804895182659458222?l=static-evolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://static-evolution.blogspot.com/feeds/7804895182659458222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6604381061624948982&amp;postID=7804895182659458222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604381061624948982/posts/default/7804895182659458222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604381061624948982/posts/default/7804895182659458222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://static-evolution.blogspot.com/2008/04/since-when.html' title='Since when ?'/><author><name>MaD_HatteR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604845453117896739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604381061624948982.post-360469916923952412</id><published>2007-05-15T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T11:45:08.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could hair gel smell this good ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zm3C-91fXw/RkyifGTyELI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pTKUrLTIdVk/s1600-h/Scent+Gel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065602336038195378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zm3C-91fXw/RkyifGTyELI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pTKUrLTIdVk/s400/Scent+Gel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zm3C-91fXw/RkoHywsSv-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/jRXooaraRjY/s1600-h/Scent+Gel.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my opinion, the gel with the most intoxicating scent . . . smells a bit like Oudh Al-Amwaj . . . to me, that is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604381061624948982-360469916923952412?l=static-evolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://static-evolution.blogspot.com/feeds/360469916923952412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6604381061624948982&amp;postID=360469916923952412' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604381061624948982/posts/default/360469916923952412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604381061624948982/posts/default/360469916923952412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://static-evolution.blogspot.com/2007/05/could-hair-gel-smell-this-good.html' title='Could hair gel smell this good ?'/><author><name>MaD_HatteR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604845453117896739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zm3C-91fXw/RkyifGTyELI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pTKUrLTIdVk/s72-c/Scent+Gel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604381061624948982.post-5270459574451338088</id><published>2007-05-15T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T12:15:55.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I :</title><content type='html'>- laughed at my dad messing around&lt;br /&gt;- got insulted&lt;br /&gt;- controlled my anger&lt;br /&gt;- cut a tree&lt;br /&gt;- appreciated the value of a good book&lt;br /&gt;- spoke to an old friend&lt;br /&gt;- watched a Gambian president confidently proclaim that he had a cure for AIDS (but only on Thursday’s)&lt;br /&gt;- scared my cousin&lt;br /&gt;- got tickled&lt;br /&gt;- watched Scarface&lt;br /&gt;- drank no coffee&lt;br /&gt;- cleaned my room&lt;br /&gt;- saw some people go absolutely mad&lt;br /&gt;- really enjoyed myself…:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604381061624948982-5270459574451338088?l=static-evolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://static-evolution.blogspot.com/feeds/5270459574451338088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6604381061624948982&amp;postID=5270459574451338088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604381061624948982/posts/default/5270459574451338088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604381061624948982/posts/default/5270459574451338088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://static-evolution.blogspot.com/2007/05/getting-close-to-that-which-i-desire.html' title='Today I :'/><author><name>MaD_HatteR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604845453117896739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604381061624948982.post-7028431829109135257</id><published>2007-04-11T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T13:29:54.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in comfort...yet to discover...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zm3C-91fXw/Rh0-Newj5rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/078gbZx8SE4/s1600-h/Pic001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052262758295529138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zm3C-91fXw/Rh0-Newj5rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/078gbZx8SE4/s400/Pic001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swaying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swaying away from you . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pushed me . . . hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excessive indecision...Prolonged agony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps unintentional? Perhaps motivated by sadistic intent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, things were always unclear . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistake this not as a calling for sympathy or pity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For, in this period of anti-euphoria, I have discovered the beauty of reasoning . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through this discovery, i have found sanctity &amp; solace, manifest in the most beautiful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604381061624948982-7028431829109135257?l=static-evolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://static-evolution.blogspot.com/feeds/7028431829109135257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6604381061624948982&amp;postID=7028431829109135257' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604381061624948982/posts/default/7028431829109135257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604381061624948982/posts/default/7028431829109135257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://static-evolution.blogspot.com/2007/04/once-in-comfortyet-to-discover.html' title='Once in comfort...yet to discover...'/><author><name>MaD_HatteR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604845453117896739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zm3C-91fXw/Rh0-Newj5rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/078gbZx8SE4/s72-c/Pic001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604381061624948982.post-3202285383668468534</id><published>2007-02-24T15:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T16:38:54.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 years is a long time..</title><content type='html'>So my weekend got off to a great start...Spent friday morning preparing for a post-Jumuah Thermo's prac...While taking a break from VLE (Vapour-Liquid Equilibria) Theory :P, i decided to visit our campus JK, where, i met lots of familiar people and had rather interesting (and somewhat contrasting) conversations...Ranging from how f1 cars are louder than their A1 counterparts to how the JK could be converted into a more "funky-space age" JK incorporating Bean bags and transparent floor tiles housing fish and possibly even sharks :-0... Due to hectic pre-prac-planning time constraints, i decided that my exit was imminent and decided to leave at that point...Had we carried on,we would've probably started a new cult or something equally insane :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going back to the Thermo's stuff, i found it hard to imagine the equipment we were going to use as the sketchy diagram in the prac manual provided little help...so what better that the REAL thing?...Chem Eng Labs here i come :) - now there are obvious rules in the labs - like closed shoes, safety goggles and..oh yes a lab coat! Foolish was i to think that my white kurta could pass off as a lab coat :P What the hell? i gave it a shot (my lab coat was in the car which was far away)...it took approximately 1 minute for the lab technician to catch me out :/ ...urgh...a walk to the car provided some nice exercise courtesy of the shepstone staircase ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once back in the lab, i carefully tried to make sense of a rather complicated piece of equipment -figured out most of it...while minding my own business, this dude walks up to me and asks : "Group 23?"...so i replied "Ermm...yeah. You also doing the prac today?", to which he laughs "Hehe, no, im going to be demonstrating it to you"...I could've sworn he was younger than I...in fact, he resembled a school kid - bracers and all...probably some child prodigy who skipt high school :P Anyway, i took FULL advantage of the situation and asked him millions of questions about everything related to the prac...uptil  point where he said : "Ok, i dont know anything more" - What a mindjob :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for Jumuah so i scurried along to the JK, where i noticed a neat stack of MSA mag's - picked up one and had a brief glimpse through the articles - saw one on MXIt - Nearly burst out laughing when i read it - but im not going to expand upon that...whoever has access to it...read it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jumuah talk was rather interesting...The speaker was quite vibrant in his lecture, but one of his statements had me thinking the whole weekend...When speaking about the women of Jannah, he said something like this : "The women of Jannah will have veils of silk (cant remember exactly how many)  and when you look into them, you can see directly into their hearts - in which their love is totally devoted to you. Intercourse with any of them will last 40 years"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself : &lt;strong&gt;40 years !!&lt;/strong&gt; ...oh my...it still perplexes me - felt like giving up any form of sin right there and then :) hehe, but i made it my duty to find that ayat/hadeeth as soon as possible...just to make sure that i heard right :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604381061624948982-3202285383668468534?l=static-evolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://static-evolution.blogspot.com/feeds/3202285383668468534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6604381061624948982&amp;postID=3202285383668468534' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604381061624948982/posts/default/3202285383668468534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604381061624948982/posts/default/3202285383668468534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://static-evolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/40-years-is-long-time.html' title='40 years is a long time..'/><author><name>MaD_HatteR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604845453117896739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604381061624948982.post-6811462138767207130</id><published>2007-02-22T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T02:24:28.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing the right path…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zm3C-91fXw/Rd1tbjo_RjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/es4vLfnWLcs/s1600-h/Maths-inv.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034300278661137970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zm3C-91fXw/Rd1tbjo_RjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/es4vLfnWLcs/s400/Maths-inv.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a double maths lecture the first thing on a Monday morning can, at best, be described as a thorn in the side of an extremely ticklish rib :P…Suprisingly, I was ON TIME for my 1st lecture, however, my watch distinctly displayed otherwise – a quick check with my neighbouring friend, Irshaad, revealed that my watch was 10 mins ahead of his…(Thought to self : Time is relative…hmmm, this deserves further explanation - maybe in a later post :)…but then again this lecturer is &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; on time – appears to be one of those passionate newbie types - fresh out of some postgrad programme,  searching to impress those in higher positions and thereby make a name for  himself…:-/  to think that we’re going to be on the receiving end of this guy’s tests o_0…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately 2 minutes after Dr…(already forgot his name) …began his detailed explanation into the Fourier series and Fourier series co-effecients, I found my mind spiralling into quite another dimension - from which, one of the inhabitants, managed to manifest itself - on the back of my trusty non-covered black exercise book - through the medium of my hand :-0…Now, can anyone tell me what they see in this mentally-departed drawing ??? (or possibly, what it could represent ?)  … :-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A purely mechanical summary of events that lead up to the final depiction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image initiated with the central “dice”. Proceeded (from opposite ends of the “dice”) with (somewhat) parallel curves to the left. Curves closed off. Back to dice…construction dashes extrapolated to wave-like projections…Effect of the dice on surroundings exhibited by curvature in close proximity, within the parallel curves (to the left)…Sparse particles thereafter inscribed - displaying decreased effect (moving from right to left)…back to closed-off parallel end - branches attached to ensure the desired effect may be sustained. Bottom two branches consolidated and thereafter distributed into three uneven protrusions – 1 of which expires within and co-joins the bottom parallel curve. The other two proceed to cross paths, the first merging into a solid conclusion, while the other dispersed into the surrounding region (within the confines of it’s boundary)…Lines extended in an inclined vertical angle, off the bottom of the dice, to another apparent dice (exhibiting potential and the ability of the initial dice to migrate across planes)…Two hook-like structures, housing unattached cores, thereafter joined…(the sacrifices/rewards of the initial dice losing a plane) … :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604381061624948982-6811462138767207130?l=static-evolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://static-evolution.blogspot.com/feeds/6811462138767207130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6604381061624948982&amp;postID=6811462138767207130' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604381061624948982/posts/default/6811462138767207130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604381061624948982/posts/default/6811462138767207130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://static-evolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/choosing-right-path.html' title='Choosing the right path…'/><author><name>MaD_HatteR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604845453117896739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Zm3C-91fXw/Rd1tbjo_RjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/es4vLfnWLcs/s72-c/Maths-inv.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604381061624948982.post-8749814857859291479</id><published>2007-02-16T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T13:40:51.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An altered state of mind...</title><content type='html'>During campus times i somehow develop this mid-afternoon tiredness which can only be cured by sleep, or if deadlines are imminent, by a nice strong cup of black coffee (I need to start a "normal" sleeping pattern :P). When i reached home yesterday, the usual drowsiness was replaced by a TOTAL state of utter wobbly-walking, eye-closing, speech-stuttering dazi-ness...decided to skip the usual shovelling of food and crash land onto my neatly made bed (Strange, my bed appeared a lot more messy in the morning - Thanks mom ! :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hours later, my eyes open to screams from my sister...she wants a cellfone charger - mxit addict...i mumble some nonsense about it being lost...but somethings different, my mumble sounds nothing like my voice :-O...Am I having an out-of-body experience? Am i stuck in someone else's body?...It feels like me, but why do i sound like a trumpet-twisted, carrot-up-the-ass elephant ?  … urgh … Once awake I realize that I’ve just been hit with a nasty Headache-Runny Nose-Fever combo…and this aint no dumb-ass commoner flu…this is the DUDE himself…the Granddaddy…seems like it anyway…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Stilpayne’s and one Merckfed later I feel immensely drowsy, yet sleep seems to constantly evade me…my motor skills seem to be severely limited, up to a point where I can just move my arms…Oh and I can blink too...feels cool in a disturbing kinda way. While caught up in all this “anti-activity”, my mom tells me she’s going to my aunt’s place – suddenly I get this surge of energy – maybe it was the thought of going out or maybe…well, we got to the car and I insisted on driving (had my mom known my condition, she would’ve FrEaKeD OuT)…I kept on telling myself : Mind over matter dude. Have you heard of the lady who sole-handedly lifted a truck to save her child ? Is it possible to totally overcome the physical effects of a chemical compound dissolved and dispersed into your blood stream ??? I was about to find out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive seemed immensely long – felt like I was driving to the moon. Now lets put things into perspective : My aunt stays about 500m away…ermm yeah…and I was constantly being scolded for flying over speedbumps or driving too slow :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I remember was getting home and logging on to mxit…Next morning I woke up with a nasty headache, to find my fone on the floor about 2m away from my bed…with a dead battery…:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604381061624948982-8749814857859291479?l=static-evolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://static-evolution.blogspot.com/feeds/8749814857859291479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6604381061624948982&amp;postID=8749814857859291479' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604381061624948982/posts/default/8749814857859291479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604381061624948982/posts/default/8749814857859291479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://static-evolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/altered-state-of-mind.html' title='An altered state of mind...'/><author><name>MaD_HatteR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604845453117896739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604381061624948982.post-4557326533836465978</id><published>2007-02-14T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T05:06:06.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you be my...</title><content type='html'>So it's Valentine's day...an excuse to flood a certain someone with infinite amounts of "love" in the form of teddy bear's, roses, flowers and a general predominant presence of red-coloured items...so, in my ever-venturing quest to understand how all things work (including soceity), i thought about how the colour red represents, if anything, love...instantaneously, i am hounded with thoughts of blood...(thought to self : i've watched Hostel once too often :P)...However, it somehow seems justified since blood does represent life. Essentially, without blood there is no life and to every single being, life without some form of love isnt life at all...therefore love represents a part of life and thus by this relation, love is life and if red is associated with blood and life then by logical deduction red approximates love quite accurately...my simple reasoning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Google says that it all has to do with 'Colour Psychology'..."The most emotionally intense color, red stimulates a faster heartbeat and breathing. It is also the color of love. Red clothing gets noticed and makes the wearer appear heavier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what counts is not necessarily the colour itself, but the effect that very colour produces...Hmmm, interesting...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604381061624948982-4557326533836465978?l=static-evolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://static-evolution.blogspot.com/feeds/4557326533836465978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6604381061624948982&amp;postID=4557326533836465978' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604381061624948982/posts/default/4557326533836465978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604381061624948982/posts/default/4557326533836465978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://static-evolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/would-you-be-my.html' title='Would you be my...'/><author><name>MaD_HatteR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604845453117896739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604381061624948982.post-4206471755936097805</id><published>2007-02-13T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T04:08:49.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Initiation has begun...</title><content type='html'>This represents my first post...inspired somewhat from the many blogs i've come across...i would say more, however the inherent lack of caffeine in my body combined with the coma-inducing effect of the LAN aircon forbids me to...Zzzz....but a start it is :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604381061624948982-4206471755936097805?l=static-evolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://static-evolution.blogspot.com/feeds/4206471755936097805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6604381061624948982&amp;postID=4206471755936097805' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604381061624948982/posts/default/4206471755936097805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6604381061624948982/posts/default/4206471755936097805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://static-evolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/initiation-has-begun.html' title='The Initiation has begun...'/><author><name>MaD_HatteR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604845453117896739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
