Barely am I recovering from my shaking knees and trembling hands, I’m deliberated on how should I even start this post off as I just got off from a press briefing about the arrival of Britain’s Red Arrows-which is scheduled to kick off next week.
It was on a usual Friday evening when my phone alerts sprang to my attention upon receiving an email from one Mr Benedict Thambiah(Ben), a Communications Manager with the British Embassy here in Singapore.
Truth be told, it’s my first ever invitation from a high level entity. And of courrrrrseee, I was shaking to my skittles!!!
After RSVP-ing my reply confirming my attendance, I was in a disarray of excitement, nervous blobs of unease on how I should prep myself for the upcoming press briefing. Honestly I did lose some hours of sleep just pondering about the looming day after the weekend. I managed to calmed my nerves only for them to re-emerged as soon as I stepped into the compounds of Eden Hall.
D-Day, 4pm – On the Grounds of Eden Hall
I was the second correspondent to arrive, with only The Middle Ground associate before me.
Poshness, luxurious, presidential, and kemptness were bouncing off my brain walls as I was waiting for permisssion to be granted to enter the grounds.
“Am I prepared for this? Am I gonna fumble in my words? Am I gonna make a fool out of myself?“-the inner voice in my head kept playing.
Once in, the few of us who arrived early were greeted by Ben, and two Caucasians, one clad in Army uniform and the other in smart wear. It was the Defense Advisor and the Ambassador himself respectively.
Reality versus Expectations
Before anything else. I wanna ask you folks this: When you picture press briefing, or press whatever, anything related to it. What strikes in your mind ?
For me, it was this:-
So can you imagine the fact that it was TOTALLY not what I envisioned it to be, and to further hit me in my socks, there were correspondents from Reuters, BBC, Straights times, all the big hitters! There were not more than 10 reporters in the room!!
“Shoot.Me.In.My.Leg.Now.” – Shut up inner voice.
And to calm those nerves, thankfully there was this bubbly-faced reporter from BBC who casually strode in, just said a few hellos to the staff and took his seat on the sofas straight away. “This guy must be a veteran.“-I thought to myself.
So what do you do when you’re in a nervous wreck? RIDE on someone else’s confidence. And Matt gave me just that.
As I sat taking notes and observing the rest of the reporters asking questions, I noticed a distinct comparison between myself and them- apart from the looks on their faces that they HAD to do this as it was their job, the obvious fact which puts me apart from them was that I was an independent. No fancy lanyards, the state of the art photography equipment, just my pen, notebook and my Iphone. 😌
It was certainly a fulfilling experience, one that I will never forget as I’m continuing to make The Little Red Blog grow in readership views. I’d like to thank Mr Benedict for granting this opportunity for our blog to blossom, and that this indeed is a remarkable stepping stone for me.