Let’s not mince words:  piling 12 humans into a campsite meant for six isn’t “resourceful”—it’s greedy, destructive, and peak third-world entitlement.  You’re not “maximizing fun”; you’re running a cramped, noisy human sardine tin that tramples vegetation, strains resources, and turns nature into a slum. That RM30 permit doesn’t buy you rights to ecological sabotage—yet here you are, treating carrying capacity signs like decorative suggestions. The mindset is infuriating:  “Rules are for rich countries!”  coupled with  “Malaysia Boleh—squeeze in lebih!”  Your logic?  Quantity > quality, convenience > conservation, my party > everyone else’s peace.  You pitch tents on forbidden buffer zones, run generators all night, and blast speakers like the forest is your personal  warung . The campsite isn’t a venue—it’s a fragile ecosystem you’re stress-testing into collapse. Witness the aftermath: compacted soil killing root systems, sanitation...