The Real Third World Country

Oh? So what makes us third world is how much our country and its fellow citizens earn annually?

This is word vomit so please forgive me if I let loose and reduce myself to profanity. 

My Kitchen.  The damned kitchen.  No.  It’s actually my damned housemates.  See, they don’t give a fiddler’s fart about the kitchen.  I’ve never come across people like these.  Really.  I know not all Aussies are filthy, but having visited some other friends’ place, gosh I feel like a LARGE amount of the locals here don’t give a fishcake about personal hygiene or cleanliness.  They consider us third world countries, but let me tell you something.  Yes, Sabah or any other Asian countries may not be spick and span, but let me tell you something, you Bogans from the Land Down Under, you ain’t clean yourselves.  You’re so freaking lazy to clean up after yourself that you pay a crapload of tax money to your government to hire cleaners.  You’re so damned ignorant that you don’t mind throwing a paper bag down the drain knowing that your tax money is paying someone else to pick up after you.  For that reason, that makes you more civilized than us?  I’ve never met people so unmotivated or unprogressive.  For you who are not aware, jobless people get government support here.  They get about 100 – 200 bucks a week.  Oh what?  My uni fees is being streamlined to pay for locals to study here?  Not only are my parents’ money being used to support Bumiputeras in their quest for educational advancement which they will use to smack us in our faces with… us being those who come from Borneo, the less civilized island.  Oh?  Australians are civilized?  Really?  Gosh people here are so fat they drink coke and walk around sans shoes/thongs, and what?  They go around almost naked, oblivious to the fact that the sun here kills so many Aussies in a year (skin cancer).  Now tell me who’s more civilized?   Oh yeah, yesterday, I was coming home after teaching my student at the ESL center.  There were two Asians walking ahead of me, and all three of us passed this group of Aussie teens smoking.  This was still within the compounds of the university but obviously these teens were still in high school or probably drop outs (what’s the point of finishing your education anyway when the government gives you free money?) They approach me since I was the last one on the path, it was not dark yet, but there was just very few people walking that route back.  They asked me for the time.  Well, if you guys know me well enough, you’d know that I don’t wear a watch.  So I told them that I’m sorry I don’t have the time, and I walked away.  They told me to fuck off, and I’m pretty sure there’s no other way of saying that in a more polite way.  I didn’t take offense, as I learned from these people here that you can ignore whatever people say to you.  I walked a few meters and looked back and they were still staring at me, like hawks, ready to strike.  I quickened my pace and instead of going through the tunnel where they could easily catch up with me and do mean things to me in the tunnel, I climbed over the fence and walked on the highway, which almost all university students do.  Initially I wasn’t sure if I wanted to walk on the highway since it was drizzling and you would not want a car crashing into you on the slippery road.  But I took my chances, either get knocked down by a car or getting beaten up in the dark tunnel.  I chose the former.  I made it in one piece.  I called security, I hope they tell those bastards off.  People have been assaulted in the tunnel before. 

Oh yes, what inflicted this angst?  Well here is the kitchen after my Aussie housemate decided to have a baking spree on Monday.  It’s Tuesday now by the way.  He takes about one week to clean up. 

None of my housemates take out the trash

None of them bothers to scrub the stove.  Seriously.  The last time I did it was back in winter.  I was just tired of cleaning up their filth after that. 

So tell me, who actually qualifies for being third world?