I had the best breakfast of all time today! Coffee, bread, and lamb :) I know that's as unhealthy as can be what can you do hey? Don't want to let that go to waste now you hear so you eat it while you can LOL! Yeah seriously, second time making lamb and I'm liking it. I am, of course, having bowel problems this morning because my tracts cannot fathom red meat as much as my brain can't fathom stupidity but I don't care. Why? Because Carpe Diem. I'm seizing the day and lookie here, I'm happy during this rainy day!

So anyway while having breakfast I also had the most indulgent viewing of motion picture. Dead Poets Society. That was what I watched earlier today. I'm watching Labyrinth now but we all know what it's all about and there is another make of it so I don't think I need to talk about it. I'll just flood Tumblr with pictures of the Goblin King while I go along haha. Damn, I seem to be flooding my own Tumblr with reblogs now and it's so addictive. See what I like, reblog. Read what resonates closely to myself, reblog. Learned about something, reblog. Reblog reblog reblog! I love how impersonal it is yet it's filled with the same sort of thing, only presented differently. Oh well.

They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? - - Carpe - - hear it? - - Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.

Who doesn't like watching inspiring movies such as this? My friend, I'm telling you, it takes little to inspire us to want to be someone or do something in this world, but this film, well, you learn about your life from it only you're seeing it through the glass of the television set and you're heartbroken when you realise one of the reasons why some things are out of your grasp is because of those people who constantly pull you down just to feed their own egos. Urgh. Disgusting. Story of my life, okay. Takes a lot of guts for me to even be here right now. I have people around me who tell me I should be who I am not but in your face! Nah, I'm not gonna go there anymore. I'm past it already. Well, I am graduating for the third time in December. How many times have you done it? So please stop trying to control me. At least what I do is study. Although at this point of life that's all I'm ever good at but I suppose the universe is preparing me for something tougher. I know, the hardship of reality and the harshness of life but if it isn't for these consequences then I wouldn't learn anything about living. Anyway, enough of that. It's a nightmare for readers to come across it over and over again.

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

So beautiful. I have come across those people who smirk at me for being or talking so passionately about the things that I love doing. You can call me a nerd for being this way, a geek, a humiliation to all things cool but at least I have something I'm good at. I don't even take that much of a pride for what I do because of the people who thinks I'm smug but I am already made this way. Maybe because I'm always doing things by myself when I was younger. I didn't really have that many friends, not until I found people to share my passion with but anyway, those friends in school are different. In schools really. I hated having to transfer to all those schools once upon a time but alas, here I am today, I think interacting with all those different people along the way helped me realise that life is nothing and if all else fails all you have is your craft. I have embraced that passionately and I'm glad. It has now begun to make me think that I can do anything when I put my heart to it, I just hope that when and if I do that I wont lose who I am.

Oh well, haters are always going to hate. They make you bad. Make you ugly. Make you useless. But stay true to yourself and others will see you for who you are.

What am I on about here? Life. Lost. Passion. Poetry. Romanticism. Reading between the lines. Hmm, life is so damn good!