I boarded the plane headed back to Malaysia, for the first time in my life, I am exercising my rights, and my duty to my country.
Funny is that I am required to pay thousands of ringgit of taxes, and yet I have to register myself to vote in my country, but that’s another story.
I live in an area where the community barely know each other. Perhaps the situation got worst when the residence here are mostly working adults renting on single rooms. However, I do know my neighbors in my small gated community.
Still wearing traces of alcohol from last night’s party, I headed to the polling station that I was supposed to be. Dad was supposed to give me a lift but I decided to head on out myself first; he was having his morning tea with his friends at a nearby coffee shop.