So there’s this poem making the rounds. This poem about our pretensions to developed world status. You know, for many of us, living in Malaysia has serious drawbacks in terms of having third world mentality rub off on us. If we re-settle in a developed world, we must consciously and deliberately do stuff in ways which are correct, accurate, efficient and generally-works with minimum fuss. I struggled, and continue to make deliberate efforts to find my groove, because 40 years of living in a third world context meant it has rubbed off quite a bit. To cap it off, we were made to believe we had developed world systems, so we think we are ok. But we are not, and it hurts to experience the difference.
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