For a start, I actually feel like I have been going through a period of prolonged writer’s block as a columnist. I try to avoid repeating myself too often and yet it does feel like I have said it all before.
The win was for such columns as ‘When your friends don’t know they’re racists’ and ‘Marhaen, kayangan and the infuriating minimum wage debate’.
As proud as I am of them, it is tough to deny the notion that I am flogging a dead horse as I have been writing about these very same issues since my earliest days as a columnist.
Indeed, while I started off writing about music and the arts for The Star in 1996, I couldn’t resist speaking up during Reformasi and penned two hard-hitting pieces.
One was a plea to end the dominance (and legality) of...