The ink mark hasn’t completely washed off from my right pinky finger. The dark purple still stuck underneath my nail and still left a cloud of purple over the nail, and at the pad of my pinky. My parents are downstairs, watching TV, probably being updated on the quick count result. I am relieved because it seemed like my choice is gaining the upper hand, hopefully, came out a winner. I don’t particularly like the other candidate, he is rumoured to be responsible for a racial riot in 1998, which, it is said to have claimed many of minorities lives, particularly of Chinese descent. He is also notorious for being temperamental and I reached the conclusion that this man probably will become a dictator if he made it as the winner of the election. Maybe I was influenced by my parents’ views too, because although the topic is rarely discussed, once it was discussed, it was a heated reminiscence. Oh, how cruel was the days when Chinese descent being rejected and pressed just because of parentage.
So far so good, the condition in my city can be deemed safe, but again, official result will only be announced at May 22nd, and thus whatever the worst that could happen, would probably happen that day when the losing side is forced to face the reality that they are losing. Not only in the quick count, but in the real, official count too.
Which I still worry too, because there has been news of foul moves, that claims there are ballots that have been pierced by someone, allegedly my chosen candidate, because the ballot was filled with his picture pierced, and a certain candidate for state representative. Now, maybe it was blind faith, but I don’t think my candidate do that kind of thing, well, honestly, maybe their underling do it without their permission, it’s probable, but I assume the worst, it would be the other side that plants these things, as to be used as an excuse if they end up losing, worse, they might demand to have a re-election or a disqualification of candidate. Bad, it would be really bad.
By the way, my family should really take care of the address documents because it will save time for future election like this. Having to come to the old address and waiting for hours is no fun. Also, I learned something based on my observation. People get what they want, mainly because of their persistence. Some middle-aged man and woman (mind you, of Chinese descent too) talk their way to fill the ballots earlier than the assigned time ( people with no A5 forms can’t supposedly choose before 12 midday because there aren’t many spare ballots so naturally, they have to prioritise the ones who are in the list or else the officers can get trouble for it) So yeah, we arrive at 10 but get to choose at 12-ish but those people who are more persistent get to choose at 12-ish too but arrive maybe at 11, and the shits get called earlier than us.
Well, Chinese in this country probably have to push their way out of the discrimination and intolerance, so maybe they have to be naturally persistent. Which is something I probably gave up a little too early . Oh, I do wish I have wage war back then when I was SPA 5. I should have. I know I should have at least tried every way possible because that shit memory kept haunting me back to this day.