when i was young, i remember a time when i watched too much superhero movies, that when i'm angry i even tried clutching my hands so tight and wait for myself to become green, shoot my hands out waiting for webs to come out from the wrist. but in the end nothing happened. these things would never happen. i've seen and heard of many miracles that happen, but are they really miracles? then if it is, then what is my miracle? what's yours?

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i feel that there are no miracles in my life, everything is so simple, and i like it that way. though i sometimes dream and imagine of superstardom, wealth, power or greatness, i can't deny that this is what i am, ordinary. i won't pursue something if i know it is way beyond my reach. i won't go a long way for things that aren't worth chasing. i believe in one miracle, and that's god's creation. the miracle is that we are all still alive in this world and that the world is still breathing hard. and that miracle is enough for me to live and enjoy in life, knowing that one day we all will die. so it is my goal to make full use of every day i live.

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and whassup with Mas Selamat? the escape was surely planned well, cos we all know security in singapore is good, and there aren't any escapes from the prison before that ive heard of. so he must be that good. no thanks to michael scofield. but i hope they catch him soon or found him dead, because he is really putting dirt on our country.