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This reminds me of how I once went to a noodle shop in Daly City to order the laksa. The guy was like, you’re Malaysian? My laksa is not the same as yours, mine is from the south of Malaysia where I was a refugee not the northern kind just telling you in case you get mad

And I was like oh I’m from southern Malaysia / Singapore and that’s ’my laksa’ too and it was the best laksa I’ve ever had in the Bay Area, even better than the Singaporean / Malaysian places (Noodle Station in Daly City)