On the night of 5th August 2012, thousands of Malaysian tune in their TV to watch the Olympic badminton final between Dato Lee and Lin Dan.

This is one of the very rare moment that we feel so close to each other. Our cheer and shout ripples across the country. Together we hope, for a Malaysia dream.

The dream is shattered when Lin Dan bursts out from the court with a 21-19 close victory. It's a heart-broken night

So close, so close..

As Malaysians, we always feel so close to the finish line.
Again and again, our victory is denied by either powerful opponents or the dirty rules deployed by the host.

As the PRU-13 coming around the corner, we're asking ourselves again, can we make it this time?

Rumour and fact is scaring us right now.
The rocket symbol saga, the delible "indelible" ink, phantom voters that come out of nowhere, bangla voters that come from everywhere. Every time we refresh our Facebook wall, we see posts like this and our heart sinks.

It is in this strong stream of polluted flow, we see determined men and women that are still standing up for us. They are like super heroes in our age, knights in the ancient. They swing the flags of opposition party and fight for the justice that all of us deserve.

We spread our words, we encourage others to no longer be afraid of the government. The magnitude of our power compounds. Thousands and thousands of people flood the opposition talks.

It is not only about changing the government or voting for the future of our country. This is about standing up for what we believe is right.

This is the time for us to grow more matured. This is the time for us to think about what are the values that we should keep and what are the values that we should throw.

The culture of racism versus the united people, the act of paying the police kopi-o versus the first world mindset, the system of corrupted cronies versus the system of fair competition, the dirty low end industry such as rare earth material refineries versus the high technology industry, the uneducated majority versus the educated society.

This is time that we think and choose. This is time that we change and encourage others to change.

As Dato Lee sheds his tears at the Olympic stadium, we suddenly realize that victory is only an illusion of true success. We may lose the medal, but it is Dato Lee that stands up for the values that we believe in.

The humbleness and his sincere smile is what moves our heart. This is the value that will truly benefit our culture.

As the memories of Olympic fading, we grow and be a better Malaysian.