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Smoking Under ‘No Smoking’ Signs There is a special kind of confidence required to smoke directly under a giant “NO SMOKING” sign. Not the good kind of confidence. More like the “rules are suggestions and I am above them” type. In Malaysia, this behaviour is so common it might as well be listed as a local tradition—right next to double parking and pretending not to see the queue. Let’s get one thing straight: the sign is not decoration. It’s not wall art. It’s not there to “set the mood”. It’s there because smoking is bad for health , and even worse for people who didn’t choose to inhale your secondhand decisions. Yet somehow, smokers standing under no-smoking signs act surprised when people glare at them. As if the smoke magically knows who consented and who didn’t. Newsflash: secondary smokers exist , and they are not volunteers. They are the auntie waiting for the lift, the kid outside the clinic, the staff at the entrance, and the random stranger who just wanted to bre...

Road Rage and Finger Gestures: The Malaysian Greeting If you drive in Malaysia long enough, you will learn a new, unofficial language. It doesn’t involve words, grammar, or courtesy. It involves horns, headlights, sudden braking, and—most famously—finger gestures. Recently, the news reminded us how ugly this “language” can get, when a road rage incident ended with an elderly driver being assaulted and the MPV driver going to jail. Sad, shocking, but also painfully familiar. Let’s not pretend this came out of nowhere. In Malaysia, road rage is almost a national sport. We are friendly people on land—smiling at kopitiams, chatting in lifts, saying “tak apa” even when it is very much apa . But put us behind the steering wheel, and suddenly we transform. The car becomes armour. The road becomes a battlefield. And every minor inconvenience feels like a personal insult to our ancestors. Someone cuts into your lane? How dare they. Someone drives slowly? Confirm idiot. Someone h...

Biking and Camping: The Perfect Duo There are two types of people in this world: those who think biking is just for Sunday morning kopi rides, and those who know that biking plus camping is a beautiful kind of madness. If you’re in Malaysia and you haven’t tried combining these two yet, you’re missing out on a sweaty, dusty, occasionally painful, but extremely satisfying experience. Let’s be clear first— biking and camping is not glamorous . This is not about clean jerseys and perfect Instagram angles. This is about riding under hot sun, dodging potholes, getting rained on without warning, and arriving at a campsite looking like you’ve just survived something. And honestly, that’s part of the charm. In Malaysia, biking makes camping feel earned. When you arrive at a campsite after hours on the road, setting up your tent feels different. You didn’t just drive in with air-con and Spotify. You pedalled. You suffered. You deserve that kopi panas more than anyone else. Sudden...

Car Camping: A Beginner’s Guide Car camping sounds very glamorous when you first hear about it. Words like RV, RTT (rooftop tent), campervan, and mobile home float around like you’ve unlocked a new level of adulting. Suddenly, you imagine freedom, sunrise views, kopi panas by the road, and sleeping wherever you like. Reality check: car camping is amazing—but only if you know what you’re doing. Otherwise, it’s just you sitting in a parking lot, sweating, questioning your life choices. Let’s break it down slowly, beginner to beginner. First, what is car camping? Simply put, you sleep in or on your vehicle. That’s it. No long hikes, no carrying heavy backpacks like you’re auditioning for a survival show. Your car is your base. This makes it very popular in Malaysia because let’s be honest—our weather is not backpack-friendly unless you enjoy being soaked and sticky. Now, the options. RTT (Rooftop Tent) is the most Instagram-famous. Looks cool, feels adventurous, and make...

TNB Called. Apparently I Owe Electricity for a Premise That Isn’t Mine. I’ve received the call more times than I’ve received raya open house invites. “Hello encik, from TNB. Your electricity bill belum bayar.” Fascinating. Because the bill is not under my name , the registered phone number with TNB belongs to the company , not me, and my personal number? Never listed with TNB at all. The only place my number ever appeared was online , purely for reservation purposes . Which means these “TNB officers” didn’t get my number from TNB — they went fishing on the internet. This is not a billing issue. This is a scam wearing a fake uniform and borrowed authority. Here’s how the script goes: They sound confident. Slightly urgent. Sprinkle in a few scary words like pemotongan bekalan , tindakan undang-undang , or my personal favourite — last warning . Suddenly, I’m expected to panic and transfer money like a contestant in a game show called “Who Wants To Lose Their Savings?” ...

Campers That Complain About Noises at Night Should Stay at Home or Go to a Hotel Camping in Malaysia is many things: humid, muddy, beautiful, sometimes annoying—and never silent. If you expect dead silence at a campsite, you might be confusing the jungle with a soundproof hotel room. Nature doesn’t run on “quiet hours,” and neither do humans who gather around campfires after dark. Let’s be honest. Nighttime noise is part of the camping experience. People laugh, kids talk, pots clang, someone strums a guitar, and yes—someone will sing slightly off-key like they’re auditioning for Akademi Fantasia: Jungle Edition . If these sounds make your blood pressure rise, camping may not be your hobby. It’s okay. Not everyone is built for this lifestyle. In Malaysia especially, camping is a social thing. Families, friends, and even strangers gather, share food, stories, and sometimes questionable singing skills. Expecting everyone to whisper after sunset is unrealistic. You’re sleeping ...

The Risk of Sleeping at Camping Ground Sleeping at a camping ground sounds very romantic—until you actually try to sleep. In Malaysia, the idea of “sleeping in nature” comes with a full package: heat, humidity, strange sounds, insects, and your brain suddenly imagining things that don’t exist. Welcome to outdoor bedtime, where every leaf sound feels like a horror movie soundtrack. One of the biggest risks of sleeping at a campsite is false confidence . People think, “Aiya, just sleep only what.” Then night comes. The temperature drops slightly, but the humidity stays loyal. Sweat appears even when you’re not moving. Your sleeping bag sticks to your skin like plastic wrap. Comfort? Gone. Now add mosquitoes. They don’t knock. They just attack. Even with repellent, one or two will still find a way to make you itch exactly where you can’t reach. Then there’s the sound problem . During the day, the forest looks peaceful. At night, it becomes a live concert. Frogs screaming like ...