Malaysians should be proud speaking Bahasa Melayu.
The setting took place in KL Sentral early this year, when i was eating Cachos outside the building while waiting for a friend.
I offered my Cachos to the Mat Saleh next to me. He refused.
Then I asked, "Where are you going to?"
He replied slowly. It was not clear but I knew the sound was familiar.
"Pardon me?"
Again I can not hear him clearly.
"Huh?"
"Balik rumahlah!"
I was pretty sure he was a Mat Saleh, only with black hair.
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hilarious, i re-told this story to 2 friends, one of which told me she would kill herself to rid of the embarassment.
haha geeez.
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