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Keyboard Warriors With Too Much Free Time

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Keyboard Warriors With Too Much Free Time There is a special species roaming the internet at all hours of the day, powered by cheap data plans, unverified confidence, and an alarming amount of free time. They are known as keyboard warriors —self-appointed defenders of truth, justice, and whatever they were angry about five minutes ago. You’ll recognize them immediately. They never miss a post. Breaking news at 3 a.m.? They’re there. A cat video accidentally mentions politics? They’re there. Someone shares a personal story? They’re there to explain why it’s wrong, fake, staged, or somehow part of a bigger conspiracy. Sleep is optional. Outrage is mandatory. These warriors don’t read articles. Reading is for amateurs. Headlines are enough. Screenshots are gospel. Context is a luxury item they refuse to buy. Why waste time understanding an issue when you can comment “Bodoh” and move on to the next post? Their expertise is impressive. One moment they’re constitutional lawyers. ...

Malaysia’s Comment Section Politicians

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Malaysia’s Comment Section Politicians Welcome to Malaysia’s most active political arena: the comment section. Parliament may sit a few times a year, but Facebook, TikTok, X, and WhatsApp groups operate 24/7 , no lunch break, no Speaker to yell “Order!”, and absolutely no fact-checking required. This is where Malaysia’s finest comment section politicians gather—armed with half-read headlines, blurry screenshots, and confidence levels that could power a small hydroelectric dam. These are not ordinary citizens. These are experts. Self-certified. Their qualifications include: “Trust me bro,” “My uncle said,” and the highly respected “I read somewhere.” They solve inflation between lunch and Asar, fix traffic jams while waiting at traffic lights, and rewrite the Federal Constitution before dinner. If governing the country were as easy as typing angry comments, Malaysia would’ve been a utopia by now. Every national issue follows the same script. A news article drops. Nobody ...

The Double-Parkers Who Believe the World Revolves Around Them

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The Double-Parkers Who Believe the World Revolves Around Them Every society is judged by its weakest link. In Malaysia, that link often comes with hazard lights blinking confidently in the middle of the road. Yes— the double-parker , the national symbol of entitlement, convenience, and absolute disregard for other people’s time. Double-parkers don’t park . They occupy . They stop wherever it suits them, abandon the car like it’s a temporary art installation, and stroll off with the calm assurance of someone who truly believes the universe will wait. The logic is flawless in their head: “I’ll be quick.” Quick, apparently, is a flexible concept that can stretch anywhere from two minutes to half an hour. The hazard lights deserve special mention. In Malaysia, hazard lights are not a warning—they’re a permission slip. Once switched on, the driver feels morally protected from consequences. Blocking traffic? Hazard lights. Causing a jam? Hazard lights. Making 20 people late? ...

People Who Record Accidents Instead of Helping

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People Who Record Accidents Instead of Helping There was a time when witnessing an accident triggered instinct: stop, help, call for assistance. In today’s Malaysia, it triggers something far more urgent— open camera . Before anyone checks for breathing, before traffic is secured, before basic human decency wakes up, someone is already filming vertically, steady hands, full battery, perfect angle. Priorities. These are the First Responders of Content , heroes of the algorithm. They don’t carry first-aid kits; they carry ring lights. Blood on the road? Film it. Someone crying? Zoom in. A wrecked motorbike? Pan slowly for dramatic effect. Helping would interrupt the shot. Helping doesn’t trend. The justification is always noble-sounding. “I’m documenting.” “For awareness.” “So people can be careful.” Amazing how “awareness” requires a close-up of someone’s worst day and a caption begging for shares. Awareness apparently needs background music and a slow-motion replay. ...

Malaysia’s Multiracial Tinderbox: Why “3R” Politics Threaten to Undo Decades of Harmony

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Malaysia’s Multiracial Tinderbox: Why “3R” Politics Threaten to Undo Decades of Harmony Malaysia didn’t become multiracial by accident, and it didn’t stay peaceful by shouting at each other. It survived through compromise, restraint, and the unglamorous habit of not lighting matches near petrol . Enter 3R politics —race, religion, royalty—the political equivalent of juggling fireworks indoors and calling it leadership. Every election cycle, the same script plays. When ideas are thin and records are weak, someone reaches for the loudest shortcut available: identity fear. Whisper it first. Shout it later. Frame everything as an existential threat. Suddenly, potholes, wages, schools, and hospitals disappear—replaced by manufactured panic about who belongs more, believes better, or deserves louder protection. This is not conviction. It’s convenience. 3R politics thrives on emotional shortcuts because emotions vote faster than facts. It rewards outrage, punishes nuance, and t...

Why Does Malaysian Time Never Align? A Treatise on Temporal Tidal Waves

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Let’s talk about Malaysia’s unofficial national pastime, shall we? Forget sepak takraw or debating teh tarik sweetness levels. I’m talking about the breathtaking, brazen, and utterly infuriating  Art of Queue-Cutting . Forget “kiasu” – this is “kiaboleh”: the unshakeable belief that rules, courtesy, and basic human decency dissolve the moment  their  precious time is involved. Step into any Malaysian scenario demanding order – the post-lunch mamak stampede, the LRT platform during a downpour, the Puspaloom license renewal purgatory – and witness the masters at work. Observe the technique: The “Blind Spot Shuffle”:  Edging forward with feigned obliviousness, eyes glued to the phone or middle distance, pretending the snaking line of 20 people simply doesn’t register in their peripheral vision. Pure, weaponised ignorance. The “Sudden Kinship”:  Spotting a single acquaintance  near  the front? That’s an open invitation! A frantic wave, a bellow...

The Art of Queue-Cutting in Malaysia: A Masterclass in Audacity

Let’s talk about Malaysia’s unofficial national pastime, shall we? Forget sepak takraw or debating teh tarik sweetness levels. I’m talking about the breathtaking, brazen, and utterly infuriating  Art of Queue-Cutting . Forget “kiasu” – this is “kiaboleh”: the unshakeable belief that rules, courtesy, and basic human decency dissolve the moment  their  precious time is involved. Step into any Malaysian scenario demanding order – the post-lunch mamak stampede, the LRT platform during a downpour, the Puspaloom license renewal purgatory – and witness the masters at work. Observe the technique: The “Blind Spot Shuffle”:  Edging forward with feigned obliviousness, eyes glued to the phone or middle distance, pretending the snaking line of 20 people simply doesn’t register in their peripheral vision. Pure, weaponised ignorance. The “Sudden Kinship”:  Spotting a single acquaintance  near  the front? That’s an open invitation! A frantic wave, a bellowed “Hoi, Joe...