Twenty-First Century Zombies and Dummies
Wednesday, September 9, 2009 10:19 AM /
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Students, shall we take up our stand and bring forth our stashed armaments and deadly paraphernalia so that the grown-ups will take us seriously?! Girls and nerds, shall we smear graffiti along the walls with our lipsticks (lipstick?! Yes, not matte but blood-red gloss with long-lasting shine) and (glow in the dark) highlighters? Shall we raise our mighty pens (not for writing, but for stabbing) and proclaim that our exploitation must be put on end? Shall we hostage the President of this university?!
Uh. No way.
But thank you for the suggestion (I’m thanking and rejecting myself). We students think of our decisions and its consequences. We are concerned on our rights as much as we are concerned in this university. We do not subject ourselves to violent reactions. We discuss things. We ponder like any twenty-first century man ought to do. We think.
My classmate Jeff believed I was brainwashed by the USC for taking their side. Yep, why thank you for the psychological diagnosis, J; I didn’t know you had a minor in Psych.
I denied about my being brainwashed. Duh?
This isn’t some magician’s ruse but hell, its already turning into an entertaining circus!
I’m not brainwashed! So sorry Jeff. If I was, I would have spewed some acrid toxic-green breath across the room that you’ll wish you hadn’t spoken to me earlier, and still manage to lure everyone with these mesmerizing red-and-white shades twirling on my sockets while I chomp your head off without second thought! Raaawwwrr!
Surely if I was brainwashed I might not be sitting beside J listening for the other side of the story from our instructor. Rrrraaaiiiyyyyt?
Again, I’m not brainwashed. I’m repeating this. And I’m not on denial. Nope.
Aside from the fact that I can think, I believe I have a free will. To write about something that makes sense or not, or to just plainly amuse myself. To act out my concern in this university. To wear that blue ribbon (where should I put it: on my hair, around my wrist or my neck? Perhaps I’ll tie it around the trees?).
To liberate.
Yes, that’s the word. I think most of the people here are not open-minded enough to listen on both sides of the story. Most of them just take orders from the higher authority: The USC or The Admin. Either way, it has influenced every student’s and staff’s decision. Some joined in because it’s what they told us to do. While others wanted to bring down the opposing management.
They might as well have risen from the dead with those vacant eyes hungry for power, eager for the kill, ambitious and greedy. Raaawwwrr!
Horrible monsters!
They might as well be the zombies and dummies of the twenty-first century. I myself turn into a zombie on stupor every stinking, boring class or a croc during chowtime but I know my limits and responsibilities. I know I’m capable of making my own decisions, what’s good for me, for this university and my country. Yeah.
With no reason to ponder its consequences, would you let yourself be like a dummy, controlled by its master? Or a zombie who takes pleasure exterminating those who are not their kind?Labels: grown-ups, jumpy, ken chua, monsters, politics, school
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Ken Chua would no longer go underground unless the notorious Martial Law II is declared. He is partly convinced that all his pent-up thoughts are spilled in this account.