“Laaa ingatkan orang malaysia...”
i’m so used with that expression up there. ¯\_( ͠° ͟ʖ °͠ )_/¯
i have the face of the typical peninsular asian. the one with the bit of the dark skin tone. plus, my malay is totally in malay slang hewhew ┐(´∇｀)┌. so that’s why they thought i’m a local one.turns out nope when they saw my identity; passport or my full name. i dun have the ‘binti’ (the daughter of) in my full name instead, i have my middle name which is my mom’s family name.
so i was at the bank just now because i wanna open my first new bank account (yahoo!) i’m already big eheheo (≧∇≦o) i‘m alone without a parent doing an adult thing (pfftt.. poor potato so proud of that little thing). the officers spoke malay to me and so i do too. until they open my file which contains my cutie patotie passport and there goes that line.
and this one too, “ dari Philippines? tapi boleh cakap melayu?”
yes people i can speak well (even tho sometimes i mess up that language｡(*^▽^*)ゞ)
and so that’s some random but often scenes that happen in my life as a foreigner that looks like a malay but the truth is that i’m just a pinoy yehehet.
(*´∀`*)