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Thursday, August 13, 2009 This country breeds ingrates like me.Democratic, what - idiotic, more like Now I shouldn't be too explicit in case I get accused for slander and whatnot and get myself in the headlines which would probably start with "Elitist blogger..." But I would be very much offended to be associated with elitists. Definition of 'elite' in the context of this country: an individual who is extremely scheming, opportunistic, self-seeking, eventually rising up to high level government positions through unscrupulous means. Lots of resemblance to the former nationalist leaders in Viet and Burma and Indo. Western education. Produces smart thinking people. This country breeds a younger generation who take advantage of the 'top notch education' and then run far far away to another country with a more influential culture and clear identity. Because identity really doesn't exist here. It's quite a shame, because really, there never was a 'rich cultural heritage' as our honourable past leaders claimed. History? What history? Fabrication of history. Deluding the tiny minority who refuse to think any deeper than what is propagandised. No history, so what? It's a disgrace. Because it tells me that I reside in a country, not belong to a nation. Nationality? None. What more when those highly educated elites in the top government positions open all doors windows roofs for opportunistic foreigners who enter, grab some cash and sprint out. Then why allow all that? To make this country appear on top of those meaningless lists, to impress... who? The world - the many people in parts of the world who haven't realised that they are investing in a sham nation, where many of its sham citizens originate from their own country. So after all that What wretched country is this anyway? 9 alphabets. Moneyland?
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