Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you? Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you? It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it. So tell me, why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?

Here we go, we're at the beginning
We haven't fucked yet, but my head's spinning

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So it is, another uneventful day. I find malay speaking guys with dyed hair and really loud attention-seeking voices, utterly terrifying. I deserved to fail my engineering math, and a retest. But a room full of loud malay mats, then no. No, please, I don't deserve that. You think you're so funny poking fun at the lecturers and talking rather loudly. That heavy malay accent doesn't make you cool. I don't know what the fuck is the problem with guys like you anyway.

I have a malay accent, and I do not like it at all. I prefer accentless. It's irony perhaps, I speak english most of the time but I still have a malay accent even when my malay is a disaster. At least english speaking indians don't sound indian, and the english speaking chinese don't sound chinese either, but oh my god, most malay sound malay.

It's not that I hate my skin colour and my mother tongue, it's just, I want to be accent free!

Bleh.