Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
This is for those who do not know yet the hottest man today. Read on…
Name: Wentworth Earl Miller III.
Also known as Michael Scoffield (Prison Break).
Here are some fast facts about this eye candy:
Birth date: June 2, 1972
Hometown: Born in Chipping Norton, Oxfordshire England; Raised in New York
Education: Has a degree in English Literature from Princeton
Nickname: Stinky, Went, Miller
Height: 1.84cm
Trivia:
He is of African, Jamaican, English, and German descent on his father's side, and of Russian, French, Dutch, Syrian and Lebanese descent on his mother's side.
Graduated from Midwood H.S. at Brooklyn College (Brooklyn, N.Y.) in 1990.
He has one eye that is a different color than the other. His left eye is green while his right eye is hazel.
His mother, Roxann, is a Special Education Teacher and a graduate from Yale.
His father, Wentworth E. Miller II is a Lawyer and a graduate of Yale.
He has 2 younger sisters, Gillian and Leigh, who is the youngest. Gillian is a Lawyer and Leigh is in Law School.
He is allergic to cats and dogs as well as certain foods.
Do you know the song Half Crazy? I don't know who the original singer is but you'll hear it on the radio being sang by Freestyle. It's the only entry in my playlist. I deleted from it the APO and Rihanna songs. I really love this one. I don't exacty know why. Maybe because of its melody, its meaning or maybe because at one point in my life, in our lives, we've all been half crazy.
Half crazy missing a partner, a famiy member, a friend, or an enemy. Believe it or not, some miss the people they don't even like. I'm not sure why, could be the rush they get from seeing the person they hate. Or maybe because their lives will not be the same, will not be as exciting, will be dull if there is no additional spice brought to them by these people. Whatever! They are not my concern anyway. I'll stop analyzing the reasons behind another person's action. I 'll go mad if I do. Heck, I don't even understand myself sometimes.
Hmm.Maybe that's why. Maybe that's what's wrong all these time. Me not fully understanding myself. Maybe. Maybe not.
Relationship between two people is complicated. It doesn't matter if it's familial, platonic, or romantic. As long as it involves human beings. It's bound to be complicated. It's great if it's a good kind complicated. But what if it's not?
You disagree, little things pile up, you fight, you say things you don't mean, you part ways angry with each other. Then after a while, you'll realize that you don't want to fight anymore. Then you kiss and make up. But what if the other person is no longer there? What will you do? Wait for a falling star and wish that you'll have another chance? If you happen to be lucky and you got that chance, will you listen to what he'll say? Will you know the right things to say? Will you say them? Or will you be back to where you start? You'll disgaree until it's goodbye.
One of our major failings is the ability to listen to another person. You'll start discussing what went wrong. You'll have your say. So will he. You smooth things out and everything's sunnier than the sun. All's well that ends well. But what if not? Life, relationship, is a viscious cycle. No wonder I am what I am.
