Polling Day is nearly here. After 13 days of mudslinging, everything will be decided in a few hours. Twenty four hours from now, Malaysian voters who had bothered to register and go back to their hometown/voting arena will be marking that one slip of paper that will elect one person to be their constituency’s voice for the next 4 years (theoretically it’s five but since when have we had a full 5 years?).
In just under 23 hours, many first-time voters will be casting their ballots. Many will be marking X to tell the Yang DiPertuan Agong whom we want in our government for the next five years. Many will be making a stand on their leaders and issues. Voters will have to finish shopping for a candidate by then.
I hope Mak Bedah will be proud of us when we vote. I hope the candidate that gets chosen will actually fulfil their promises. I hope the Malaysia that appears in the next five years will be one where I would be able to raise my children without fear that they will be taken away because I’m not the same religion as they are. I hope for a Malaysia that will make me feel proud again of being a Malaysian. I hope for a Malaysia that truly does not discriminate against race and religion, just like how it was during my school days. I hope for a Malaysia that is open enough to accept that not everyone will think the same way as she does, and that whatever moral decisions you make, is between you and your God/Universe/choose your deity.
I also hope for a Malaysia in which we have TRUE broadband competition and connectivity; one whereby TMI does NOT cap our speeds. I hope for a Malaysia where the bloody city councils are also open on Saturdays so that people like me can go and pay after office hours, where the city council staff are PROFESSIONAL enough to understand that “I want all my summons in a nice list, not every bloody notice you send to my house.” I want a city council that is accessible, and reasonable.
I hope for a Malaysia where we no longer have little Napoleans who stop legitimate people from getting their citizenship. I hope for a Malaysia where I can walk to my grandmother’s house, fifteen minutes away from mine, without worrying about getting robbed. I wish for a Malaysia where politicians think before they open their mouths (Naoko: You DO realise that this is impossible, right?).
I wish for all those Male Chauvinistic Pigs in UMNO and MIC to go. (Yes, I’m looking at you, Samy Vellu, and you, Jerai Parliamentarian).
That is all.
PS: If you’re disgusted with BN and the Opposition, and AM a Kuala Terengganu voter, please support Mak Maimun! If you can’t, help us campaign for this gutsy 89 year old granny. You can check out her Facebook group here, and her blog here.