On a fine Saturday morning I was at college for PTPTN loan interview and stuff where I was supposed to sleep at my bed. I missed by bed, and was kinda reluctant to get up. Without properly grooming ( I was in faded bermudas and slippers and I forgot to comb my hair) I set off to college, yawning my way in the train.
The loan thing was a tedious and super freaking time taking process. My documents were okay but unfortunately some of my friends' were not. They have all their certifications wrong or missed out certified copies and we have got only about one hour and a half before the officers leave. They have to get them settled or wait for the next batch, and of course, this means that they will have to wait for the money to pay for college fees. They panicked and started to curse bad language like never before. Please note that the loan application process is very time taking and troublesome. From online application to certification to bank accounts plus some of them are from outer space aka not KL people. So, screw it. We have to find a Commissioners of Oaths officer to certify them, or die on the streets.
Seven teenagers stranded on the streets in KL. We have no idea where is the nearest Commissioners of Oaths office.
Buying on the fact of our dear Ms. Shila who said that there is one at Central Market, we walked there and to find that we have to search for Mentari Court, which does not exist. In the end we got the directions from some bypassers which directed us to Pusat Tuisyen Kasturi, where we ascended the stairs, only to find out that it was actually on the ground floor, where we descended again, to find that it was closed. It was super terzadao-ed, and seven of us cursed in unison. No choice, we started another run to the place where we bought law books from, which is in Petaling Street, randomly and vaguely following directions according to Ee Von's memory because she remembered seeing a law firm there. We found the law firm, but it was closed, again. With emotions high and all the calls in and out, all the tears and harsh swearings, time was running out and everyone was tired, discouraged and worried. Jun Hon went missing during the run and nobody bothered about finding him back. Tuan Wern called Ms. Shila to ask for directions and got none. And it was Pek Kuan and Cai Lee who helped us online to check for law firms in college. Finally we got their tip to go for the office in Wisma Pahlawan, which is along Federal Highway, and we then set another foot run there. The best thing was, it was a busy street and nobody actually bothered using the pedestrian bridge to cross. And Ee Von demonstrated the best road crossing skills of the century. Finally, upon reaching Wisma Pahlawan, I accompanied Yu Chieh back to college to take Jane's document, while the rest went up to sign their stuffs. And the best thing was, the lawyer in Wisma Pahlawan did not just refused to sign their documents, he gave them a lashing of their lives and that's it. After the amazing race and all the nonsense, finally amounted to nothing at all. Seven of us returned to college, sweating and tired.
One thing I have seen from this amazing race of ours is that, hey, we have really show some true friendship here. Nobody complained while offering help and it's sincere when even just helping friends when they are desperate. Supporting them and knowing that in times like this, all they need is just understanding. Though tired and thirsty and running like a moron in my faded clothes and slippers in town, heh, it doesn't matter at all. It really doesn't matter at all.