Crossing Pedestrian Lines: A Rare Malaysian Myth If Malaysian road behaviour were a National Geographic documentary, the narrator would whisper solemnly: “And here, ladies and gentlemen, we observe a rare and nearly extinct creature—the Malaysian who actually uses a pedestrian crossing.” Sadly, this majestic being appears less frequently than Komodo dragons in Putrajaya. Because for reasons known only to the gods of stubbornness, Malaysians treat pedestrian lines not as safety features, not as rights-of-way, but as decorative white stripes painted for aesthetic purposes. Stand near any zebra crossing in the country and you’ll witness a theatre of absurdity. Cars bulldoze through as if the stripes are runway lights guiding them home. Motorcyclists weave across the white lines like they’re performing stunts in an action movie. And pedestrians? They stand helplessly at the edge, half-raising a hand, half-afraid to commit to the crossing, because the moment you step onto those stripes you ...