“I am Ma-lay” he said. “We Ma-lays like to learn about other cultures as well – you like this music – it’s a Ma-lay song about love. Let me translate you this song…” he said. But before he could do it, I glared at him {it didn’t work}. I know I’m terrible with people trying to be nice, but really, I am tired lah – it clearly shows on my face.

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