The question on everyone’s minds + homemade brown sugar granola
Coming back to Singapore felt like waking up from a lucid dream. Since then I’ve been waiting to feel like things are going back to ‘normal’ (whatever that is now), but life has only grown increasingly unreal. This week saw me spending more time in the kitchen (bee hoon dinner for the family, granola and french onion soup), editing my resumé, and scanning old magazine pages to reclaim the few public, printed words I have to my name. At the same time, the home that I know outside the walls of my apartment is changing. The only words I have to describe the political atmosphere are: immense and intense. Everybody has an opinion now, and it’s hard to read the @stcom headlines without scoffing.
I am embarrassed to admit that I have hardly been interested in the state of governance. The only election memories I own are of walkover non-events, and once, watching my mother walk towards polling booths from behind the window of a car. The thing is, I don’t think I’m alone. But judging by the countless RTs and facebook notes, my generation (if not the whole country!) is experiencing a political awakening, watching rallies, asking important questions. That alone is a triumph! I can only hope that come 7th May, we’re all making an educated decision, marking a cross somewhere that matters.