Look at the stars; look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow

I came along; I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my time
Oh what a thing to’ve done
And it was all yellow

Arm-to-arm to form a human shield to protect the people.

If you want to have a chronology of what happen to my march to the Istana, you can read them at whatalulu’s blog post - as I walked with her friends today. Below is the route taken by the Yellow Revolution.

This is the first time I have ever participated in an organised rally. And I wasn’t the only rally virgin. (I won’t call it a demonstration or a protest as some say, because for me it is just a rally to show support for a petition sent to the Agong.)

We took the route with some friends from Pasar Seni to the Istana. There were no bad incidents along our march as the police there just tried to block our path to the Dataran Merdeka. We just used a different path to the Istana.

Polis blocked our way to the Dataran Merdeka

Along the way, I met a Malay chap who came all the way from Johor. We shared my umbrella. As we chatted, we found out that we were both from Segamat! How small is this world. He told me that PAS sent about 2 bus load of people for each of the 92 divisions in Johor. A lot of them was blocked, but some made it in.

It was great to see so many different races coming together to show their support. It was great to see so many ordinary people from all walks of life joining in this rally - a mom who came alone since her friends chicken out, students, a man who walked with a stick, engineers, techies, teachers, and even a pastor.

[photo-removed to protect his identity]

Earlier I was having lunch with some Christian folks and had lunch with this famous pastor.

I believe we were “divinely protected” when we walked with a man-of-God because nothing bad happen to us. All we had to endure was the rain. Our spirits were lifted when we were all able to march to the Istana without any incidents.

We march along the road to Istana with cheers of Daulat Tuanku! Daulat Tuanku! And when we arrived outside the Istana we were blocked by the Polis with shields. We stayed put and a sea of yellow gathered and cheered to every speech. Even the noise of the helicopters hovering over us in the rain did not dampen the spirits of more than 20,000 people.

There could be more as I could not see the end of the sea of yellow along the road towards KL Sentral.

To our relief the march ended peacefully as we made our way to KL sentral after the petition was received by the King’s secretary outside the Istana. (I was told, it wasn’t that peaceful for those who gathered near Masjid Jamek as Chemicals was sprayed on the people who gathered. It was totally unprovoked, according to Al-Jazeera’s news man on site)

What is the significance of this event?

Time could only tell. But it showed that there are a lot of citizens who wants to see change in this country and they are not deterred by the threat of arrests or imprisonment. The people were undaunted.

That my friend, gives me hope.

It gives all of us hope. That one day, God willing, He will move the heart of our King, just as He has moved the hearts of the thousands of people who showed their love for this country.

That my friend, would mean that we have some chance that our coming elections will be meaningful. Not a foregone conclusion.

It is late. I will probably write a post about my encounters with some other people tomorrow.

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