Wednesday, May 15, 2013 at 8:48PM 
It had been 10 days since the General Election and the political parties has until this weekend to get all the buntings and posters down. In Bangsar, clearly plenty was left needed clearing from both political parties. There was hardly much change since the last time I passed this junction though!
Tuesday, May 7, 2013 at 9:48PM 
It had been a couple of days, and the stain on my nails especially was still pretty obvious. According to my nurses, it was because I didn't help out with housework. Hmmmm ......
So, enough about the rumors about the stain not being long-lasting. I reckoned if I was really desperate to get the stains out, it could be possible. But I couldn't really the rush to do so. I would rather tell the whole world that I actually voted .....
Sunday, May 5, 2013 at 4:25PM 
A mad dash right after sorting out my early morning admission and ward patients across time, I started my queue at the voting centre at around 10.20 in the morning. It was actually late, as some of my colleagues had already passed their votes before doing their morning rounds. Being on call last night left me with little choice. And the sun was blazing!
It was a couple of hours later before I casted my vote, but it was a worthwhile wait. Some friendly banter all around. I was still registered at my mother's place at Bukit Antarabangsa, meaning that my state seat would be Bukit Antarabangsa and the Parliament being Ampang. Both were held by Pakatan the last time around.
I parked my car at my Mum's place, not risking having to find space nearer the polling station. As soon as I arrived, my Mum was already there waiting for me in a political party vehicle. A free ride. And then I started my long queue which snaked around the polling centre.
At the start of the queueLate canvassing was happening, with both parties offering drinks. Those more than 60 years-of-age were ushered to the front of the queue - which nobody minded. I had twitter, Facebook and Instagram to keep me company, and pretty soon, I was laughing away in the bright sunshine, snapping pictures in between.
I was due to be joined by my sister, but she was held up in Melaka as her husband was voting there. She only arrived as I was about to leave.
The was no drama at the polling centre. Everybody seemed in jovial mood. The lady and her partner in front of me declared that they were first-time voters and were excited about the whole process, kept checking on a piece of paper with them as to which lane they would be using later during casting. I finished a couple of bottles of drinks before it was my turn to vote.
The checking of the names on the list through a computer came first, after which I was given a slip as to which lane I should be follow and which room I should use. I got the lucky number four. Luckily, there were not that many people on my lane.
In the voting room, I handed the officer my IC and the lane slip with a serial number on it for them to find my name in the main registry. My name was read out loud, and a tick and a cross was put by my name after it was announced. At the next officer, I was asked to show my left index finger, which was later smothered with the now famous blue ink. The next officer handed me my ballot paper, which I inspected for marks. It was clean. So off I went into the booth.
There were two pieces of paper to cross, a parliament and a state seat. They were both two-prong fights between BN and Pakatan, UMNO and Keadilan. All Malay candidates. Then came the folding of the paper and inserting them into the two ballot boxes, one for parliament and the other for the state seats of course.
Before
AfterI have done my responsibility, and now, I was hoping that those at the receiving end would be executing their duty in counting the votes honestly as well. May the best candidate win …….
Sunday, May 5, 2013 at 1:23AM 
Call it excitement, but I just find it hard to get to sleep tonight. I watched the TV for the last couple of hours. Football mainly, an since United had wrapped up the championship a couple of weeks back, the spark was not there anymore. Nothing much else on the movies and I had enough banter on the Facebook.
The admission had been slow tonight and I had basically been enjoying a free night so far.
I was all geared up for the voting tomorrow. And since I would be heading straight to the voting hall after the ward round, I only had one pair of shirt with me at the apartment. And I was pink. I tweeted about that and rightly received plenty of stick about it.
What was apparent was the sheer number of young and first-time voters gearing up for the election tomorrow. It was a healthy thing for us as a nation. And I just wished that there would be no violence and unsavoury scene tomorrow. Lets move on as an emerging nation and move forward. Stay safe everybody, and as one of my friend pointed out, lets agree to disagree.
The Walking Wounded
It was a long evening in the end, going through the streams of results which came thick and fast by midnight. Twitter definitely helped me sift through the confirmed results and I was able to post them straight into my own stream and to Facebook with minimal fuss. Sorry about the updates on my Facebook feed to those who were expecting something else.
In the end, it was a simple majority, which is about what everybody could sensibly hope for. Although I must say, I was expecting a much closer results. A few surprises and a few lessons to be learnt, although not sure if those in power would be taking heed or not.
It would be Dato' Saifuddin Abdullah. He was the Deputy Minister for Higher Education, and he lost to PAS's Nasruddin Hassan by just over 1000 votes. Why he gets my time of the day? Maybe the video below would explain it better. I wish you the very best Dato' and if the current government understood the young Malay voters, they could do no wrong by selecting him as a Senator. He is an asset. That was it. Enough politicking! Good day all …..