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Why Malaysians Love Sharing Fake News More Than Real News

Why Malaysians Love Sharing Fake News More Than Real News In Malaysia’s fast-moving digital landscape, information travels with remarkable speed. A claim posted in the morning can become nationwide conversation by noon, amplified across messaging apps, social platforms and private groups. Yet alongside this velocity lies a persistent problem: misinformation often spreads more quickly—and more widely—than verified reporting. The reasons are not difficult to identify. Real news, produced by established media organisations, is typically cautious. It relies on sourcing, verification and context. Reports are framed with qualifiers—“according to authorities,” “under investigation,” or “pending confirmation.” This is not a weakness; it is a standard of responsible journalism. However, in the attention economy of social media, caution is frequently outperformed by certainty. False or misleading content tends to be presented with urgency and confidence. Headlines are emphatic, ...

The Doomscrolling Olympics: Who Wins? Nobody

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Doomscrolling Olympics, where the sport requires no training, no stadium, and no referee—just an endless internet connection and a thumb capable of flicking down a screen at record speed. Competitors don’t need jerseys; they arrive dressed in pyjamas, lying on beds at 3 a.m., bathed in the ghostly glow of their phones. And the prize? Insomnia, anxiety, and a renewed hatred for humanity.

Malaysians, let’s admit it: we’re world-class in this event. Open Twitter (sorry, X) and you’ll find the daily heat—politicians fumbling, influencers oversharing, viral scandals sprouting like mushrooms after rain. We scroll, not because we enjoy it, but because we cannot look away. Like rubbernecking at a car accident, except the accident is perpetual and everyone is livestreaming it.

What drives this behaviour? A cocktail of fear, boredom, and digital masochism. Fear, because we think if we stop scrolling, we’ll miss some world-shattering headline or a meme everyone else has already laughed at. Boredom, because silence and stillness now feel like crimes. And masochism, because let’s face it—we claim to hate online drama, but we devour it faster than nasi lemak at 7 a.m.

And then there’s the mental gymnastics. We tell ourselves we’re “just staying informed,” but really, we’re feeding our brains junk food news. “Five more minutes,” we whisper. Two hours later, we’ve consumed 37 hot takes, 12 conspiracy theories, and at least one thread about how to get rich by investing in something we don’t understand.

Who wins this Olympics? Not you, not me, not society. The only winners are algorithms fattened on our misery, feeding us more negativity because that’s what keeps us hooked. It’s a vicious cycle: doom, outrage, click, repeat.

Maybe it’s time to retire from the games. Put the phone down, take a walk, and remember that not every crisis needs your eyeballs. In the Doomscrolling Olympics, the best medal is the one you award yourself for logging out.

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