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The Tragedy Of The Person Who Makes Every Topic About Politics You know this person. Everyone knows this person. Every family has one. Every office has one. Every WhatsApp group definitely has one. No matter what the topic is, somehow, magically, impressively, and very annoyingly, everything becomes about politics . You say the weather is hot. They say, “This is because of government policy.” You say the price of chicken went up. They say, “This is why we must change the system.” You say the road got pothole. They say, “This is what happens when you vote wrongly.” You say you are tired. They say, “This country makes everyone tired.” Bro. I just said I didn’t sleep well. Not writing a manifesto. There is a special talent required to turn every single conversation into a political debate. It is actually impressive. You can talk about football, suddenly become about corruption. You talk about school, suddenly become about policy failure. You talk about traffic jam...

Why Malaysians Take Offence So Easily Online Spend five minutes on Malaysian social media and you will discover something amazing: Malaysians are very strong people in real life, but very fragile people on the internet. In real life, mamak got wrong order, we say, “Tak apa boss.” Online, someone disagrees with our opinion, suddenly it becomes World War III in the comment section. Why ah? The internet has turned many Malaysians into part-time keyboard warriors, full-time easily offended specialists . Everything can become an issue: Talk about food — offended Talk about language — offended Talk about school — offended Talk about road — offended Talk about politics — offended Talk about religion — offended Talk about job — offended Talk about money — offended Sometimes you don’t even know why people are angry. They also don’t know. But they are angry anyway. It’s like anger is on standby mode, just waiting for a reason. Someone posts an opinion. Not an insult....

Malaysians and the Obsession With Queue Cutting There are many things Malaysians are proud of: our food, our multicultural society, our ability to complain about the weather while eating nasi lemak. But there is one cultural talent that rarely makes it into tourism brochures — the Olympic-level skill of queue cutting . Yes, queue cutting. The national sport nobody admits playing, yet somehow everyone seems to participate in. You see it everywhere. At the bank. At the LRT station. At the hospital. At the airport. At the supermarket. Even at the mamak when ordering roti canai. There is always that one genius who believes the laws of physics, morality, and social order simply do not apply to them. Apparently, the queue is for other people . Let us observe the typical Malaysian queue cutter in the wild. He approaches the line slowly, pretending to check his phone. He casually drifts sideways like a confused crab. Then suddenly — poof! — he materialises at the front as if summo...