Thought it would be fun,
Now after 3 years,
I find i'm freaking done,
These beaches aren't so blue,
And sun ain't too yellow,
Although I've got my crew,
The rest are kind of shallow,
The uni's admin sucks,
The grading system's biased,
But according to them,
We are the stupid liars,
Their curry puffs are weird,
They stuff them up with mee,
The only thing that's nice to drink
Is teh po-ci.
Carrot jeans are all they wear,
oh yeah, and shirts with checks,
They walk around with Blackberrys
Making calls and sending texts,
They zip around in coloured bikes,
paying no heed to traffic rules,
they even talk in sing-song voices,
making English sound so cruel,
It's not that i don't like them,
Those coffee-coloured clones,
I guess i just want to,
Go home.
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