You know you’re in Malaysia when…
You are living with three people groups: Indian, Chinese, and Malay people.
Words look like English without spell check. (Examples: farmasi=pharmacy, polis=police)
There are thousands of cats in your neighborhood (and by thousands I probably mean dozens but whatever)
People close businesses for prayer time (Malaysia is a Muslim nation, all Malay people are Muslim).
You are walking on the sidewalk and it randomly turns into a kitchen of a restaurant, a mechanics shop, or a wedding reception.
There are unexplainable small fires everywhere (I guess they are burning trash???).
Mayonnaise on your pizza is normal.
There is no ketchup, only chili sauce.
The stairs are so steep you feel like you are climbing down a mountain.
You get to have tea time and it’s the best THING EVER! (this might just be if your host is Indian, but either way there are fried bananas at tea time and what could be better, really?)
You get to flush toilet paper!!! (This hasn’t happened since the race started, yay for the small things)
Everywhere you look is green!
Malaysian Jungle!!!
