Where is the Malaysian Embassy?

I am extremely tired today. Not really from school. But from the ridiculous amount of walking UPHILL to find The High Commission of Malaysia. I choose to walk because I am not familiar with Brooklyn and I don't want to take a bus in case I ended up in nowhere. But the path I took from Newtown to Brooklyn seems to be in the middle of nowhere. The winding rocky road cut through an endless piece of, I believe, thousand years old bushes with ancient trees. I checked the map for the ump tenth time even though I was 100% positive I was on the right path. Surely, such an important government building shouldn't be built in the middle of a 'forest'? After what seems like eons, I finally saw a few houses! Man had I never been so relieved to encounter cilivisation once again. Anyway, the High Commission of Malaysia is walled off by massive iron gate. I even need to press a button to explain my arrival to be let in through the automatic iron gate. If I was not here for my passport renewal form, I could easily imagine myself in a top secret military building.

It has been about 3 weeks now since I arrived in Newtown. I understand why this suburb is classified as the 'dodgy area'. There are quite a few people with mental illness hanging around here. I felt very sorry for them. Some people might be scared of them, which is fair enough. But somehow I felt that they deserve a better life. Nobody wants to be sick, especially getting sick at your most vital organ...the BRAIN. When the brain is down, it is like loosing your whole self. An empty soul living in an umkempt shell which has a radioactive sign that keeps people away.

Anyway, *finger cross* hope my visa goes well. Ken-tucky. Tennes-see.