“Unwanted Campers: Behaviors to Avoid”

While every camping site has its own rules and vibe, there are certain types of people or behaviors that are generally unwelcome at most campgrounds due to safety, respect, or environmental concerns. Here’s a list of “types” of campers that camping sites typically don’t need, based on common campground etiquette and regulations:

1. The Rule-Breakers • Folks who ignore posted rules, like setting up in restricted areas, ignoring quiet hours (typically 10 PM to 6 AM), or disregarding fire bans • Example: Starting a campfire during a dry season when signs clearly say “No Fires.”
2. The Litterbugs • Campers who leave trash, food scraps, or gear behind, violating the “leave no trace” principle. • Example: Leaving beer cans, food wrappers, or cigarette butts scattered around the site.
3. The Noise Polluters • People who blast loud music, yell, or party...

Unhappy Camper: How the “Be Prepared” Spirit Was Eviscerated by Bluetooth Speakers and Deliveroo

Let’s pitch this straight. There exists a fundamental, unbridgeable canyon between camping and what I shall generously term “suburban resettlement.” The original, the old-skool, the gloriously gritty “Be Prepared” ethos of scouting isn’t just a method; it’s a mindset. It’s the understanding that the journey—with all its wrong turns, its forgotten tent poles, and its hopelessly tangled fishing line—is the entire point. Modern camping, however, seems to be solely focused on deleting the journey entirely and fast-traveling to a sanitized, Wi-Fi-enabled endpoint that smells vaguely of citronella and poor life choices.

I’m not just ranting. I’m conducting a public service announcement for the soul of adventure.

What passes for camping now is a grotesque pantomime of outdoorsmanship. These...

Sorry Karen, the World Doesn’t Owe You a Personal Assistant

An Open Letter to the Chronically Churlish & Professionally Offended

Well, well, well. If it isn’t you again. Yes, YOU—the one currently rehearsing your Oscar-worthy performance of outrage because the avocado in your overpriced toast dared to be slightly less photogenic than the Instagram post that lured you here. Do you feel that? That subtle tension in the air? That’s not the universe conspiring against you, sweetheart. That’s called reality—and it’s time you checked into it.

Let’s get one thing straight, Karen—and yes, we’re using the name, because let’s be honest, you’ve EARNED it—the world is not your personal assistant. That beleaguered barista? Not your emotional support human. The retail associate? Not your Google-search lackey. The customer service agent? Absolutely not your verbal punching bag because your...

Broken Promises: When Will Politicians Learn?

If I had a ringgit for every broken promise a politician made, I wouldn’t need EPF withdrawals — I’d be sipping coconut water on my private island while watching parliament on livestream for entertainment. But alas, here we are, still being serenaded by leaders who treat manifestos like tissue paper: useful during campaigns, flushed away right after.

Politicians promise us the moon, the stars, and occasionally a free laptop for every student. Then, once elected, they downgrade those celestial bodies into “pending studies,” “technical difficulties,” and everyone’s favorite line: “We never said when it would happen.” Ah yes, the fine print of political promises: everything is deliverable in some distant galaxy, just not in your lifetime.

Remember the pledges of cheaper petrol? Housing for all? Transparent governance? Well, the petrol got...

Malaysia’s Political Circus: Are We the Clowns?

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, step right up! The circus is in town, and no, I don’t mean the one with trapeze artists and lion tamers. I’m talking about Malaysia’s very own political big top, where the ringmasters wear tailored suits, the juggling act is our economy, and the clowns… well, let’s just say the makeup is optional.

Every election season, the tents go up, the banners flap in the wind, and the performers march in with promises shinier than sequined costumes. “Vote for us and you’ll get cheaper petrol! Better schools! Free this, subsidized that!” It’s all confetti and fireworks until the show is over — then the cotton candy machine breaks down, the elephants stampede through the budget, and suddenly, the ticket prices (read: taxes) go up.

But here’s the thing: the circus only stays open because we, the rakyat, keep...

The Echo Chamber Effect: How Social Media Is Polarizing Malaysia

Once upon a time, Malaysians would argue over teh tarik at the mamak stall. Uncle would slam his fist about politics, auntie would shake her head about prices at the market, and someone would eventually change the subject to football just to save the table from flipping. At least then, the arguments ended with roti canai, laughter, and maybe one or two unpaid bills. Today? We’ve traded mamak stalls for Facebook walls, and what was once healthy banter has mutated into digital trench warfare.

Welcome to the echo chamber — that marvelous invention of social media where your beliefs are not only protected but wrapped in bubble wrap, kissed on the forehead, and tucked into bed. Every opinion you post is cheered by people who already agree with you, while those who dare disagree are swiftly unfriended, blocked, or roasted with...

Are We Truly United, or Just Pretending?

Unity. Such a noble word, isn’t it? Rolls off the tongue with the smoothness of a politician’s handshake and the hollowness of his promises. Every year, we are serenaded with slogans about how “together we stand, divided we fall.” Yet, if you lean in closer, you’ll notice that half the people shouting unity are busy digging pits for the other half to fall into.

Let’s be honest: unity in our society today is a lot like that family reunion where everyone smiles for the group photo, but Auntie May is secretly furious at Uncle Joe for never returning her Tupperware, and Cousin Ali only showed up for the free buffet. United? Sure. But only in pretense, in photographs, and in hashtags. Once the cameras stop clicking, the “togetherness” disintegrates faster than cheap glue in the rain.

We love parading our unity when it’s convenient. On National Day...

WHY DO WE, THE RAKYAT, HAVE TO SACRIFICE OUR LUNGS AND OUR CHILDREN’S HEALTH FOR THE PROFITS OF A FEW CORRUPT CONGLOMERATES ACROSS BORDERS, WHILE OUR POLITICIANS OFFER NOTHING BUT THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS?

By Outraged Citizen Reporter, Kuala Lumpur – August 23, 2025

Oh, here we go again, folks! The choking, eye-watering haze is back with a vengeance, blanketing our skies like a toxic blanket straight from hell. As of late July 2025, NASA satellites have spotted a massive surge in fire hotspots across Indonesia, with thick smoke drifting right over to Malaysia, turning our once-clear air into a hazardous soup.  And who suffers? Us, the rakyat – the everyday Malaysians coughing up a storm, shielding our kids from playgrounds turned poison zones, and watching our elderly wheeze through another “seasonal” nightmare. But why? Why must we pay the price with our health while fat-cat...

Let’s just call it what it is, folks: the greatest magic trick since that German bloke sawed his assistant in half. The government, in its infinite wisdom, has made the Rakyat vanish! Not literally, of course—we’re all still here, crammed into the LRT during yet another “unexpected” service disruption, sweating through our shirts and wondering if our salaries will last the week. No, they’ve made us vanish from their priority list, disappearing us up the chimney of their own lofty, out-of-touch rhetoric.

“Malaysia MADANI: Rakyat Disantuni.” What a deliciously crafted, politically correct mouthful that is. It sounds so warm, so caring. “Disantuni” – to be cared for, to be nurtured. A beautiful sentiment. Pity it’s about as genuine as a three-ringgit note. The only thing being “santun-ed” right now is our patience, and it’s receiving a thorough and brutal beating.

While the ministers are...