calling all philosophers

here's a poser for anyone who cares enough to pitch in their thoughts :

during the day, life goes on at a pace we probably just move on high speed, with little time to think. is that the reason why, come nightfall, the demons of the mind come out to play. any and all negative, depressing, panicking thoughts loom in front of you, and just tears away the fragments of logic and reason.

or is it just some who have these masochistic panic, depressive manic mind-plays?

oh to be young

when you're young, you're a daredevil - nothing scares you, you're invincible!

God made 12 hours of light, and 12 hours of night, so that one can work and do stuff in the light, then wind down and rest in the night. But youngsters think it's the other way around. they go out late in the night and don't go home to sleep till the break of dawn. Some others even think they are superheroes - they go out late at night, come home at the break of dawn, wake up with everyone else in the morning, and go about the day's activities, thinking they need little or no sleep!

after all, when one is young, diseases and health problems don't register .... life's a ball...

i was there once, so I understand, but I certainly didn't party on till the break of dawn!

Beautiful Malaysia

If anyone of you says that we don't live in a beautiful country, look again... we are not only multiracial, but multi coloured, multi creative, multi lingual.... i mean, anyone who keeps shouting sodomy must be beautiful.

if you look around you, we have very colourful trees - green, brown, bone dry, arm-less because some council people decided they didn't like the long, sexy branches, and skinny malnourished ones who have been put on the road by nurseries who had starved them until someone bought them.

if you walk around town, even the humble, simple garbage gets to be part of beautiful Malaysia. i mean, where else in the world would you find multicoloured garbage strewn around different corners of the streets - black, blue, white bags, big, small, full, half-empty after being torn apart by cats, dogs and rats who couldn't resist the attractive presentations. if one takes the trouble to walk around and check them out, one will find that it almost looks like some person, in the middle of the night, walks around the streets, organising these garbage bags so that there is not an empty spot in strategically located areas. what creativity of road design....

oh yes, and we can't forget the drivers - multi creative, multi polite - they have to rush around, zig zagging around others, jumping queues and lights, squeezing into two inches of space, and get off the road quickly to prevent a traffic jam. you see, the more cars that get home faster, the less traffic is left on the road to create a jam - great justification for what some of us call reckless and inconsiderate driving, right? we should thank them, shouldn't we? even if they give us a heart attack and high blood pressure in the meantime.

now I know why I love my country - don't you?