Being Nasty, Saja Mau Cari Pasal
As always I was having my meal alone again, at some food court in some shopping complex. I was not in my best of mood. It is more like a state of mood I am in most of the time.
There is this lady who came near my table asking for permission to take some empty chairs over to her table.
Lady, pointing to the empty chair: Ada orang ke? (”Is there someone?” *in Bahasa Malaysia)
Me: Lei kong mat chat? (”What are you talking about?” *in rude Cantonese)
In Malaysia, most Malays cannot understand the Chinese language. However, most other races can understand and speak fluent Bahasa Malaysia. The Malays are often very reluctant to speak in other languages than theirs. Even if they speak in the English Language, they will have accent, with their own flow and generous fare of lah’s. I am not in the mood to make her understand, not this time.
The lady was taken back slightly and looks quite surprise at my response. Somehow she summed up her courage to ask again.
Lady, pointing to the empty chair: Ada orang ke? (this time much louder)
Me: Ni Mah Ter. Ni suo seh meh? (Some vulgarities and “What are you talking about?” *in Mandarin)
She scoffs and walks off.
Moral of the story? There is none actually, just fed up.
