Singapore. somewhere in a contested grc
The polls are closed and ballots being counted.
Over the past nine days of general elections, facebook has become far more interesting. Suddenly, singaporeans citizens (and residents) are talking about singapore. Defending it, discussing it, proclaiming their love and pride for it. I realised indeed there is pretty much no such thing as black and white. Friends have surprised with their opinions, facts leaked and shared make the truth harder and more bitter. And when these spin cognitive dissonance, we grapple to make sense and give reason to.
Tin pei ling has given herself as a wonderful example of that. Be glad, little girl, for every voice that tried to give reason to your mad interview replies, actions (including stomps), and facebook comments against another’s exclamation of pure horrification. Convenient name to bandy about perhaps, but in a strange shakespearean farce, her public self has been a disturbing personification of the direction our nation’s headed in: immature, self-centred, conformist, materialistic, dishonest.
And so was it any wonder we recoiled at what we saw.
As a young voter, i feel respect for our fathers who have had the smarts and grit to build this nation. The current party would do well to have the heart and will to inject, to allow, the soul that is sorely lacking. Because they too are singaporean, and they shouldn’t fear another voice besides their own.
Regardless of the results, we are still one country, one very unique, strange nation. Squeezed so tight on mrt trains that we do sometimes feel like one people on this tiny island. Politics won’t be our new national sport (hopefully). But it’ll be our renewed interest, and millions more singaporean eyes will be watching, learning, and understanding, the hands that steer our island. Otherwise it is only our fault if the numbers don’t add up.
Meanwhile, 5mil people. 3.23mil singaporean citizens. 1,845,290 ballot papers issued.