Five minutes before the polls closed at 4pm, my cousin, four neighbors and I entered a school in a Rangoon suburb where two polling stations had been set up. I wanted to be one of the last voters. My plan was to monitor the vote-counting process as it is my right under the election laws: at least 10 people are allowed to observe at each station. But like many Burmese, I felt nervous to identify myself in front of plainclothes military intelligence. They would know my name and address and they could come for me at anytime.