At the mamak tonight, 10pm, the guy serving excitedly insisted that I have the "special fried rice".
So special it's not even on the menu.
Ok lah, there's no roti & I'm too lazy to think of something else.
It was delicious.
But it was massive.
[it looked nothing like this. but it was probably this massive]
Mamak: ...One more?
Me: Tak!! Bungkus.
Mamak: Oh, bungkus? Ok.
Did you really not understand me?
That was one word.
One very simple and, I'm sure, correctly pronounced word.
Is it just the shock of a Mat Salleh speaking BM?
Because my accent isn't that strong.
Although this does happen fairly often.
On the occasions I actually bust out my BM skills or talk about local things, my proud bubble is burst at having to repeat myself 3 times.
Friend: Where is the waterfall?
Me: Near Semenyih.
Friend: [mocking] Sm-n-yii [laughing]
Me: What?!? That's how you say it?!
Friend: It's "Semenyih"
Me: That's what I said?! [it sounded THE SAME]
Friend: Which waterfall?
Friend: [mocking some more] Tak-aaa-laa [laughing some more]
Friend: I like how you say it. Haha. Where is it again?
The one occasion where my words were instantly understood was in conversation with Barbecue Bastard.
Unfortunately then, I was too busy being scolded for asking a question in the first place, to actually bask in the glory of my success.
One day you will forget I am Mat Salleh and you will accept me, funny accent and all…