Thursday night (4 May 2006), I gave myself the theme of covering the
younger opposition candidates at their rallies. Thus, I first went to Ang
Mo Kio where the Workers' Party was fielding its youngest team, and after
hearing the 5 rookies speak, rushed over to Chua Chu Kang Park to catch
Steve Chia in action.
It wasn't supposed to be a rush, but it
became one when I realised I had to get new batteries (queue), a drink
(queue), a pee (queue too!) and
then spent 3 minutes talking to a stranger outside the convenience store.
He was telling me about the vodcasts he had been seeing about the rallies.
Singaporeans never speak to strangers.
It's just not the done thing here. What is it about elections that make
people want, need, to speak to someone, anyone, even outside convenience
stores? It's the excitement in the air, isn't it?
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