I voted today in Singapore's 2011 General Elections. For the first time, more than ever in my life, I felt Singaporean, and I couldn't be more proud. I have spent many waking years of my adult life lamenting about the issues that plague the society I live in and finally, it feels like I have made a difference.
Of course, I needed to document what I wore to vote today:
Whilst waking back home with my mother [my father is not Singaporean and my brother has yet to turn 21], my just-turned-59-year-old mother recalled the times she's voted before, and there was once she remembered trailing after my late grandmother who had to vote back in the day. They lived in a village, it was pouring rain, and they were wading through an ankle-deep flood. Policemen lined the village streets and people queued for hours to vote.
For the first time in her life, my mother knew why she was voting for whom she was voting for, and I couldn't be more proud. Majulah, Singapura.