Somewhere 400 km away from Bangkok, I stopped for fuel and coffee break. An old man approached me.
Old man: where u prom? (Where are you from?)
Old man: u prom Malay, Singapore, Brunai? (Are you from Malaysia, Singapore or Brunei?)
Me: I am Malaysian
Old man: Berry guuddd (very good)
Me: thank you…
Old man: Where u going?
Old man: Guud. U go holiday Bangkok? (Good. Are you on Holiday in Bangkok?)
Old man: Bangkok no far….400 kilo only. Only poblem thai road no guuddd…malay road berry guud. (Bangkok is not that far, only 400km away. The only problem is the road is not good, I think Malaysia has far more better road)
Me: Thank you sir
Old man: What bike this? (pointing to Lil G) Malay bike? Made in Malay?
Me: Yes..Its Modenas…Made in Malaysia.
Old man: Thai no have bike…all outside come (Thailand doesn’t have locally-made bikes, all are imported or locally assembled)
Old man: How cc bike? (What is the cc of the bike?)
Old man: 125?
Me: 128 cc uncle…
Old man: Waaa…berry guudd…look berry strong…(Wow! Very good..looks very strong)
Me: Thank you uncle
Old man: You go Bangkok..look look…ppl fight…ok? (When you reached Bangkok, be careful, there are people fighting, ok?)
Me: Ok. Thanks for the advice uncle
Old man: Malay no fight…all same same. Berry guud. Ok now i go. (Malaysians don’t fight, they get along really well. Ok, I must go now.)
Proud to be Malaysian.
I am Malaysian.