NOW comes the million-ringgit question splitting uncles at mamaks and aunties on Facebook like a nasi lemak sambal war: Should Malaysians get their EPF as a monthly allowance – like school pocket money ...
ALRIGHT, listen up, my dearies – Makcik is about to serve you a hot pot of truth, simmered with sass, marinated in empathy and seasoned with just enough cili padi to make your soul itch.
FEAR the Jumbotron – once just a brand name, now a big-screen moment waiting to happen. It doesn’t care if you are in love, in denial or deep in someone else’s problems. It does not wait for backstory, ...
YOU have not truly tasted the flavour of Malaysia until you have survived rush hour on the Federal Highway, dodged a Myvi whose driver thinks he is Lewis Hamilton and made it to the mamak in one piece ...
EH, Malaysia, what’s going on-lah? One moment I’m sipping my teh tarik and the next minute, a fella on a motorbike is firing shots like he is auditioning for KL’s Fast & Furious: Pasar Malam Edition.
SO you want a holiday, huh? But not just any holiday. No. You don’t want the usual makan-makan, tidur (sleeping at) hotel, selfie depan (in front of) the Petronas towers. You want something edgy, something ...
TO be frank, this makcik is clueless about Labubu and barely spares a side glance at the snaking queues outside a Pop Mart store in one of the country’s many malls.
IT usually starts innocently: a 52-year-old staff member, who has been loyally clocking in since Elon Musk was still using a dial-up modem, walks into HR, summoned by an email ominously titled “Performance ...
