This is the moment we have been waiting for. I have already cast my ballot, have you? It was peaceful and orderly at the polling booth. I could see dedicated volunteers and officials.
But I think the Election Commission must be allergic to ink – especially the indelible variety. Instead of a ball-point pen, they provide you with a pencil in the polling booth.
Last night, a human rights activist said something that struck me: “Polling day is like a sacred day. I can feel the aura of quietness inside the polling centre, in the classroom. It is something yang murni.”
Yes, it is a sacred day. And we have a heavy responsibility to make the right choice while exorcising any would-be phantoms.
There is an air of expectation.
I met one of my neighbours, an elderly Chinese Malaysian, this morning as he and his family were returning home after they had voted.
“How did it go?” I asked him.
He hesitated a moment, and then said solemnly, “There’s a strong wind blowing.”
Yes, the winds of change are blowing. Will they be enough to blow away the phantoms, though? That’s not even considering the postal ballots, over which hang many question marks.
Do the right thing and vote for Malaysia. Vote for democracy, vote for justice and reforms. Share with me your polling day impressions below, won’t you?