Meh...

* cling to li'yanna *

i miss you. :(

My genetic half

Hello to you my genetic half
Its been quite awhile since we have crossed paths
I look in the mirror and i see part of you
Im reminded of the distance between us
Its hard to be so far when we're genetically so close
You're the closest genetic being that I have
Our roots run deeper, entwine stronger than any other thespian
Just the two of us within a genetically diversed home
An island... my genetic half.

Miss you sis.

Crappiness

Today is a crappy day.
A crappy day beyond compare.
I wish it wasnt so crappy.
But it is.
I guess Ive finally hit the part of the life cycle which states that one's life must be crappy in order for it to be good.

What a crappy law....

Respiratory Quotient (RQ)

Apparently all living organisms respire and this includes germinating seedlings. But they dont undergo photosynthesis till they actually grow some leaves so they tap into their food store and use that as a substrate. Apparently you can determine the substrate used by determining the Respiratory Quotient (RQ) by counting the number of moles of carbon dioxide produced over the number of moles of oxygen consumed. Carbohydrates will have an RQ value of 0.5, fats/oils that of 0.7 and protein that of 0.5- 1.0 depending on the type of protein utilised. I just had to write a report on legumes utilising protein as the substrate indicating that it contains alot of protein. And we didnt know that before we entered uni.

Oxymoron of Freedom.

I used to have freedom, but in it I was longing. And now I feel fulfilled. But I have become a prisoner. Yet I think I was a prisoner all along....just that now I am a happier prisoner. Now I share my prison cell with someone else, and maybe I feel the restrictions more because I have tasted more freedom. Or maybe its because I will always yearn for what I have not.

One begins to wonder if its better to have everything you desire and sacrifice some freedom or to become noble and not let anything stand in the way of personal freedom. Wars have been fought over the aspect of freedom yet in our daily lives we let it slip away. Meaningless....

Warpness II...

I remember now.

Blog Warp:
Is it me or does blog keep changing her fonts/distribution sizes? *scratch scratch* o_o?

Warpness...

Time Warp:
One morning I set my alarm to 7.30am. It rang, I woke up and closed my eyes for two minutes (checking for cracks in my eyelids). When I opened my eyes again, after two minutes, the clock read 8.30am. Man. . . . .

Brain Warp:
Just two minutes ago I had this occasional flash of brilliance and was gonna write something enormously witty here but I've yet again forgotten. Man. . . . .