English-Malinglish

Malinglish is NOT bad English, (well, I suppose it can be or rather it is) but it is what I refer to for Malaysian English. The local excuse for the annihilation of the Queen's English (The Queen not being entirely English anyway) is local "slang".

Don't get me wrong. I LOVE Malaysia! Malaysia BULLEH! And after 12 years of living it up here, I can't think of anywhere else I would rather be that can offer me irregular amenities of a first world country with third world pricing! The local people are mainly not very local (migrating from China, India, Indonesia, etc. etc.) Better still, the people of Kuala Lumpur, well who is actually from Kuala Lumpur??? So we all cut to the quick and call ourselves Malaysians.

Along with the migration bit we bring along our own customs, superstitions, and dialects. But our ancestors were not sooo dumb. They figured out that they needed to learn English to interact with the rest of the world and therefore try to make more mullah. So as we need to make our mark in the world, Malinglish arose.

Anyway, I have a problem. I actually grew up in INKGLUND. And as cute as malinglish is, I miss ENGLISH. So recently I met some new friends whose circumstances were very roughly similar. Everyday since has been an utter delight. The exceedingly dry humor, underhanded sarcasm, acceptance of personal eccentricities without offence and the wonderful vocab indigenous to that tiny speck on the map that once tried to colonise the world. Simple words and phrases can bring such a huge impact and make me pee in my pants with laughter and memories.

For example:
"Utter prat"
"Wanker"
"Bugger"

So much so that nowadays, I fervently strive to find more and more such phases that are sooo fundamental to the very essence of my entire being. The nectar of my life! My Elixir!

Did I forget to mention the accent?