Yesterday's class dinner had a larger attendance than expected: myself, kex, jj, chin, rayson, looloo, lionel, tzumi, brenda and qihui. met at AMK hub but walked around aimlessly for about half an hour before finally deciding on an Aston's at a nearby hawker centre (it seems like standard procedure for any class outing to start with aimless walking... i really don't see why we shouldn't just random number on a calculator to decide where to go since nobody ever has any opinions). food was good, but portions were rather underwhelming... i guess there has to be some sacrifice in the trinity of price, quality and quantity :/ after dinner we passed by a pasar malam and there was a stall selling those colourful syrup water drinks! :D haha they always remind me of boarding school... there would be supper at 10pm where there would be cake and a drink, except the drink would be so diluted that we couldn't make out what flavour it was, and we began identifying drinks by colour instead of flavour: "hey, there's Blue drink for supper today!" good times... i bought a cup of Blue, cos it always was my favourite (well it's really a tie between Blue and Red). afterwards the girls went home and the guys went to play pool until 11pm. i conclude that i'm not bad at pool; in fact, i'm horrible at it. oh well, whattaya gonna do about it?
well this is a bit random, but recently i've been thinking about miracles in the context of reality. people always think that miracles have to be huge events that defy all laws of everything to completely change your life. they keep lamenting that miracles never happen to them and that they are just fuel for false hope. but do miracles have to be big miracles? doesn't a small miracle count too? if two people were to meet each other for the very first time and later become inseparable buddies, doesn't that count as a miracle? if you were born into a family that can allow you to live your life without constant fear of starvation or war, doesn't that count as a miracle? if you have the ability to think, to experience, to live, doesn't that count as a miracle? in my opinion, the problem with miracles isn't that they happen too rarely, but that they happen too often and in too many different forms, such that we become jaded and unappreciative of how lucky we really are.
and i think we really need a miracle to get any progress now. it seems that they are like oil and we are like water: any attempt to mix the two together will only be pushing us against each other, with no actual mixing. no matter how much you stir or heat, oil will be oil and water will be water; there will be nothing more between them. it's not even a matter of trying anymore; it is simply our unresolvable intrinsic differences that doom us to be two minds imprisoned in one body. and i for one am glad that we will never change. we have come here as students, to live, learn and play. we did not come here to be hard drives and blindly stuff ourselves with information.
