Malaysian are as kiasu as Singaporeans.
Sure, you can make fun of Singaporeans for drinking their own recycled piss, but the next time you're on the highway, think about why that fucker in the little white Kancil is chugging along at 50 km/h in the right lane. Think about why he won't give way, or shift into the middle lane. Think about why he stubbornly refuses to move, even though you're flashing your headlights like it's Christmas and honking on the horn like a chimp on charlie.
It's not that he doesn't care, it's not about manners; it's all about control.
It's about hogging what you can, when you can. It's about being there and staying there.
It doesn't matter if it's the Kancil or the twat in the Camry, who uses his rear-view mirror to check for dandruff.
It's all about control.
And isn't that what being kiasu is all about?
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