Dark Blue by Jack's Mannequin

The difference between a mixture and a compound.

A mixture is like stirring iron dust with sulfur. Clustering them together. Stir it in a cup vigorously and watch the sparkly grey dust combine with the yellow powder. Yet you can distant them with a magnet, attracting the grey dust in an instant. Leaving the yellow. Clear and clean. A mixture do not involve heat changes. Neither does it form a new material. Chemical Bond = Absent.

A compound needs heating to occur. A chemical reaction takes place. It doesn't merely stop at, iron powder and sulfur. It becomes Iron Sulfide. It involves heat changes, forms a new material. It becomes a colour you can't recognise anymore. Neither grey or yellow. Chemical Bond = Present.

Mixture and Compound may not mutually exclusively agree with each other. But the both of us CAN mutually agree to, transit from being a Compound to a Mixture. We may have had our Compound time, and yet agree that it would suit the best of our nature to remain as a Mixture. Many have ended bonds by separating as individual Atoms. Deleting all previous contacts, previous bonds. Doing the 'It will be as if I'd never existed'. (brownie points if you discover where this quote is from!)

It makes me feel accomplished or scientifically-won a Nobel prize that we mutually agreed on Mixture over Atoms. It couldn't have ended better than this.



Another note, c'mon. Download 'Dark Blue' already. No, download Jack Mannequin's 'Everything in Transit'. No, buy it! I only got mine for rm19.90 from a decent record store!

Its a beautiful day to do something amazing.

Who Knew by Pink

I think I'll be okay.

Kids by MGMT

I think I've been a little fiction-obsessed. I don't think it takes a genius to figure that out with me safely tugged away in my corner of idleness with my faithful books.

However! Fictional characters are appearing in my sleep. Argh. Hot, fictional made-up antagonist.
Why, do I go for the latter instead of the protagonist.

Its all messed up. I wake up to only find out that it was merely a dream, which is 10 times worse.

I've been having more thoughts about inflicting some pain onto myself. Not sadistically. I'd always wanted to pierce my upper ear lobe but heard freakey stories about hitting the bone or getting nasty infection. Aka, chickened out. Putting more thoughts about being tatt-ed. The design is more tedious than the grueling-loud drilling-needle hitting part.

I need to collect my thoughts.