Beyond these walls…
Beyond these walls, our mission awaits;
Up and away the two layered gates;
Gurkha guards and magnetic doors;
Towards Jalan Ampang therein our shores…
EMBASSIES!
Once upon a time in a place unmarred by the hustle and bustle of good and evil striving towards the equilibrium of money but only existing to satisfy those who have built it.
(Today at my school)
A big giant saucer like thought grinded through my heart as I traveled at the speed of positron dispersions to and fro from the class to the spot of flashing light in marvelous simple harmonic motion capturing bromine films in all its excellence in photosensitivity.
(I had multiple photo taking sessions}
haiz, it’s so difficult to make simple stuff complicated.. can’t believe Avril has the kind heart to sing about things being complicated. Infantile d’etat.
Anyway.
Today I attended a number of phototaking sessions. It was fun to have one’s picture taken.
After school today however, the serenic routine of everyday after school times, took a crumpling like a piece of paper. =="
Well you see, my society was charged with a mission to promote Malaysia’s biggest open chess tournament - The MBSSKL 2nd Annual Open Chess tournament. Well what’s so hard about doing promotions you might ask? Yeah, most of you are probably cringing at the edge of your seat with your hands in motion imagining that you’re telling me of your hours of experiences as a promoter in Jusco or Time Square or the wet wet shop or in Giordano.. etc. I can understand that. And I really wished it was that simple. However, our mission was clear, we were to promote this event to other countries by going to embassies.
Oh brother.
The thought of entering one of those heavily fortified mansions were daunting as hell. What if the guards decided to fire at us? Take us as terrorists? What if the officials decided to take us in disbelief? What then? Will we fail? Will we be kicked out of every embassy we try to enter?
Seriously, my initial thought was a GIANT DANCING SINGING
yes.
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Even the teachers were smiling in insecurity when we told them we were setting off to the embassies. They offered their "good luck!s" as if we were setting on some task that was unlikely to succeed, as if they have tried a thousand times and have been turned down, as if they have nothing better to do than to send students out into such closely guarded and high level organizations as one of a high commission, the residence of the plenipotentiary.
But I understood, there was a reason.
I mean, who better to do the job? What is a school without its students? If teachers were to do all the job, then who’s school would it be then? Only the teachers? Where would be the sincerity of it? Is not the sight of earnest and sincere students knocking and asking for help at one’s door; appealing for help at one’s power to grant, one that is able to touch, inspire, and imbue us all..
with awe?
maybe. =)
I will tempt fate then…
I consider myself very fortunate for the support of my fellow civic and welfare society committee members. Kee Pok, Wen Ling, and Kevinkumar especially, and unexpectedly Chee Hen. Much appreciation!
So, we then prepared the documents, hastily having colected all that we need from Pn Ng Choy Har. I could tell she had done her best to help us out too, from giving advise to helping us prepare the letters. Much appreciation!
And then there was the good ol’ proton Waja that Kevinkumar drove to school just for the occasion. Much appreciation!
lol appreciationz.
We set off towards Jalan Ampang promptly after I was finished with the President’s Council photo taking session.
In the car, we sorted out the documents by embassies as Kevinkumar navigated through the soggy and hot KL traffic jams…
We kept our eyes open and the first embassy we saw was the US embassy. Yikes long Q of people seeking to make their VIsa. bye US embassy.
We continued driving and took a left turn, and it was as if we entered a different dimension… as if Malaysia reverted back to its colonial times, we saw huge mansions, simply grand, like castles from fairy tales… and cars.. some of them had red number plates… what red number plates? That’s a diplomat! follow that car!
broom broom
After following that car for some distance, hoping that it will lead us to an embassy, we realized that we have penetrated deeper and deeper into the diplomat residential area. And it was then that we noticed the Albanian Embassy.
We stopped and tried to enter, a middle aged caucasian man confronted us. We stated our intentions and then he went into the building for awhile. The embassy looked something like my aunty’s house.. @@. Anyway, a lady then came out to meet us, and then she went back in and a man came out to meet us. Being part of the diplomatic team this guy was much nicer than we expected. We spoke with utmost care and courtesy. FInally the man agreed to help us out, but said that he cannot promise anything. We were happy enough that he was willing to accept the invitation and documents. We then asked for his contact number. Then he knew we were serious about it. lol
Next we went to wisma Chinese Chamber, the Finland Embassy. It looked like a giant vault, and when we entered.. the air conditioning was divine. We done our deal and bid adieu. It went smooth too.
Just a few floors away was the Saudi Arabian Embassy. A well mannered receptionist was there to help us out. Here’s another giant vault. There were glass mirrors that people can only see one way, and metal detectors as well.
The Russian embassy was unfortunately closed, but with the help of the security guard, we managed to get the required contact number and got him to help pass our documents to the right officers.
Then it started raining.
The Australian embassy had the highest security measures. We were checked thoroughly before allowed entry. However the guards were friendly enough, the architecture within the building was great too. We finally finished our business there and moved on to pass some documents to a certain madam Janet at the Petronas Tower 1.
Mission accomplished! what a far cry this was to my initial fears of the unknown. Yep cjl u’re doing it rite alrite. 
