"Orh gui oh..."
"Sen kah liak..."
"Ni3 zhuo4 suo3 mo...?" or "Zhuo mo?"
.... I don't know. What else is there?
I just remembered them when I was talking to some Sabahans in Singapore. Somehow, hearing these phrases in their sentences brough back memories of St Patrick and the dusty, wooden classrooms. The H-shaped building. The chalk.
The colourful posters I was trying to cover the classroom with, in vain.
Heh... Phew! Glad that was in the past. The posters, I mean. The gaudy posters.
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