Do you know how is it like to be different? It's when everybody goes out to the field in a football frenzy, and you are slumped under your warm blanket, sleeping your hearts out. When people rejoice over free good food and the overflowing juices, you choose to starve yourself and spend on something else. That's not so different, sorry. That's just extreme laziness. Being different is by going against the mainstream. To do things others refrained from even thinking of .
To fail a test when most others get perfect scores does not qualify as 'different'. That's just plain stupid. How do I say this? You have to be different if you want to know how it's like. Men who skipped work and slept during classes had certainly felt how being difference is like. And so are petty rule breakers and bad people. There is a certain ecstasy , an adrenaline rush, in doing taboos, acts that people regard as wrong. This is how being different is like, but this is the wrong ' difference'.
I am sorry if I had created a negative perception about being different. Screw you and your perspectives.
There is an easy and practical way to be different, my friend. Go to the Himpunan Rakyat rally in Kuala Lumpur this Saturday, and I promise that you will never be the same person again. Be different , forever. I am going , insyaallah, but I am not different from others. I am just confused -and sad- that nobody wants to go with me. My companions, nakama in cold and hard times had faltered and refused from joining such rallies due to the fact that scholars can't be involved with lowly scums that will conquer the stadium this Saturday. Chanting ridiculous stuff in the orange heat of the afternoon is an act of barbarians, and does not seem fit with the holy nature of national scholars. Sorry guys. Hahahaha.
I acknowledge the fact that we have exams in hand, but if we don't rise to the call and march with the people this Saturday, who's gonna save the nation? The planet needs us young superheroes, to fight for liberty and freedom! Sort of.
We are not young forever. While our fats still reside in the skin, let's join the movement of the people of the 'different' kind, and do not let the nerd in us force us to do more exercise papers on that particular evening.
I studied every day, and this Saturday is just one day. See by your own eyes, how we transcend the boundaries of skin colours and language , and march together like a big family. It has been programmed in our brains, by constant utusanilization, that such gatherings are prelude to violence and chaos, but I choose to disagree. If it is that hard to comprehend, then imagine you and me walking by the streets of Kuala Lumpur , one fine afternoon, in yellow and red shirts. Just walking, and nothing else. There's not much violence in that, is there? Why would there be in the first place?
Well, add a hundred thousand others, who smile at policemen and sing songs like kindergarteners . Since when was it wrong for a normal citizen to walk on the roads of his nation?
People will gather this weekend with various groups and their own just causes. We have had enough with corruption and misconduct of power . We can no more say "it's okay lah" and turn a blind eye anymore. We have had enough with fat cows , sunken submarines, and oversized diamonds bought with childhood savings. The Felda men are tired of being tricked with empty promises. People of the Eastern Coast have decided that their oil is indeed theirs, and some honest men just want a clean and fair election. Students have risen to the occasion and demanded for a representative power for the young people in the political scene. I have chosen to be different, and I have chosen to support their causes.
Tell me my friend, how is any of their causes wrong? How is that possible?
Be free of the apologetic nature of various groups with uncertain and misleading motives, and think by yourselves . Be brave , my friend. Come with me. Be different.